Magus Ferox

So, as I'd been saying, I've been knee-deep in research for my newest pet project. And as you've probably guessed, I'm researching alchemy. I mean, as if all the new LJ userpics with alchemy symbols on them wasn't a clue.
I picked up the neatest ever book on secret societies, The Secret Teachings of All Ages. I'm also using The Hermetic Museum. I've got dead-tree copies of those books, but I refrence the web a lot too. The Alchemy Website is a personal favorite.
I guess I like alchemy so much because it's like wrapping a secret up in a mystery. Their scientific theory is written in the form of allegory, often very poetic, but the symbols in the stories translate to formulae and techniques for metallurgy, and at the same time it's a metaphor for the purification of the human soul. Very cool.
I can't say that my silliness with the white deer dreams brought on my obsession with alchemy. I'd been interested in alchemy long before. It's just that that dream unplugged a serious writer's block.
So yeah. Um. Alchemy. Fun times.

In other news, I made a rather strange realization today about my main character. His appearance. He looks like the bastard child of Davey Havok and an aye-aye. O___o
plus! equals! lol told you there were vampires. >.>

I saw the white deer! With my own eyes! !!!  I was walking the greyhounds down near Hopper and there he was- it was definitely a he, the buck had three points on his antlers. I probably stood there a good fifteen minutes, staring at him until he bounced away.
What a mind blowing coincidence. I see him on TV one day, dream about him the next night, then see him the next day.

www.semissourian.com/blogs/sanders/entry/23740

There's been a white deer bouncing around in my hometown. I saw it on the news yesterday, and last night had a dream that gave me the inspiration I needed to bring my story together! Coincidence? I think not! White deer, or white stags, have long been symbols of messengers, romance and elusiveness. I think this little deer bounced into my brain last night and helped me finally crank out the plot synopsis for the webcomic I'm in process of writing. And boy, is it a doozy.

Okay, first, the dream: I dreamt I was a white deer (but I had antlers? *shrug*), lost inside of a house, a big mansion. There were all these books lying around on the floor of this big room with a waterfall in the center, and I was pawing around in the books with my hooves looking for something. Then this man with red hair shows up, and I chase him through the house, he's carrying a bookshelf. Then he stops, puts the bookshelf down and grabs me, I'd turned into a woman at some point or another- anyway, he bites me smack dab on the forehead. Well, that is to say- he's some kind of vampire, and he cuts open my forehead with his teeth and starts licking the wound.
Now stay with me here, don't get weirded out-- it's a pretty normal phenomenon for women of my age to have *cough* orgasms in their sleep. >.> For whatever reason, me dreaming of this dude licking my forehead totally set me off and I woke up having one. <...<  The dream ends there, but you can bet the dream stayed on my mind for the rest of the day.

So, what does this have to do with my story, you ask? I'm not quite sure myself. But this evening I was sitting here, thinking about my dream, and then poof- it hit me. I knew exactly what to do with it. I spent the next threeeeee houuuuurs typing obsessively, fine tuning and perfecting the story's synopsis.

And dont worry, my story's not about white deer and vampiresex. Much. >.>

I'm currently in the conceptualization and research phase of script-writing. Which I have to say, is my least favorite part of creating a comic. I have an idea bouncing around in my mind, and it's going to require a fair amount of research to make the concept solid. It just seems to take so long for the pieces to fall into place.

I'd say that script writing altogether is my least favorite part of the work. I wish I could just download my brain into a word processor and have it generate the script for me. Somebody invent that program for me, plz kthx.

Wow. Two blog posts in one day, that's a record.

Anyway, I felt the need to let the world know about my Unique Experience that I just had.

I saw someone's brain.

ITWASLIKEOMGSOCOOL. Hee. Anyway, I'm at work. I work at a hospital, and it's my job to troubleshoot and make minor repairs to computer terminals in the hospital. There just so happens to be computer terminals inside the operating rooms that the nurses use to chart during operations. One of them stopped working today. So I head down to Surgery to fix it.

A sidenote: the nursing staff that I dealt with was really happy with the job I was doing, they went on and on about what a courteous IT department we are and how prompt our service is. Made me feel special-like. :)

On the way down, the nurse who meets me in the corridor says, "there's a procedure going on, we'll have to dress you out in scrubs." I ask, "I'm not going to... see anything icky, am I?" Because I'm just that squeamish. I can't STAND to watch surgeries on TV. And she insists, oh no no, it'll be fine you won't see a thing. Boy was she wrong. But I do admit, it was my own fault for turning around to glace toward the operating table. And really, it wasn't that bad!

So I dress out. I'm wearin' the scrubs, the booties, the haircap, mask, wash the hands squeakyclean, the whole bit. When I first walked into the room, all I saw was the surgeons' backs. So I went to work fixing the computer. What made me look backwards was the sound of counting. Someone was counting backwards from 100. Puzzled, I turned around and realized they were doing open brain surgery, the patient was concious and she was the one doing the counting. And then one of the doctors shuffled sideways slightly, and there it was. BRAINMEATS! They were all clean and pink and looked just like every scientific illustration you've ever seen in anatomy class. I think one of the nurses in the room noticed me staring wide-eyed so she came over to see what I was doing with the computer / block my line of sight to the patient / make sure I didn't pass out from the gross. But it really wasn't that bad. The only thing that really bothered me was that the room had an ever-so-slight odor of raw meat, like when you open a fresh package of uncooked steak. I have a hypersensitive nose anyway, or it could have just been my imagination. Or the smell of the mask I had on my face. Dunno.

So, yes. Brainmeats.

Just a heads up, I'm posting a new intro at the beginning of the blog, out of order. I felt my little blog needed a new beginning. But without wiping out the archives of what's already written. I've done that once, and I kind of wish I hadn't. I had some really neat blog posts about some dreams I'd had and some funny posts about an old D&D campaign. Alas. Life goes on.
I've been reading other blogs lately, and one constant I can see in each one- they're personal. They're a digitized little piece of someone's life thrown into the aether of the internets for strangers to experience, creating a phenomenon of feeling like you somehow KNOW this person when you really don't know them from Adam. Most times, the really good blogs are based around a How-To concept, but there's still that touch of personality that shines through. I want my blog to have more personality. I just need to save the one-sentence blog entries for the Twitter. :)
I'm also thinking that I can use this as a tool, to help myself get back into the grind of sequential art. Over the last few years, drawing comics have started to feel less like a hobby and more like work. Recently I backed out of a collaborative project with friends because I wasn't getting any work done on it. I was almost stubbornly refusing to do the work because it just wasn't fun for me anymore. Attempts at "simpler" novel-comics (cough Ferox's AIS cough) failed, because the finished product was just flat-out bland to look at, and boring to make.
My point is, I'm going to start blogging about the creative processes that I put into sequential art, beginning with a new project that I've got in the works right now. What I hope to have here is a blow-by-blow commentary as an amateur comic book artist works her craft. My personal opinions and my collection of references on how some things should be done, or shouldn't. And maybe an occasional random post about a stupid dream I've had. :)
Anyway, on to the Introduction!

I got paid for arts. :D Happy!

http://www.styleshewrote.com/2009/08/drum-roll-please.html

Woo! I've got me a 1000 Markets shop. It's exciting, they don't just let any shmuck build a shop, it has to be approved. And they approved mine, and boy does it look nice. http://www.1000markets.com/users/jmckstudios

I loves it. :) Hopefully I'll actually sell some stuff.

I'm thinking of trying to get a market spot on 1000markets.com, but I'd have to sign up for an amazon payments account, and then there's a 50% chance my shop might not get approved. Wondering if it's even worth it. It's a good looking site, though.

My Etsy shop's open now. :D

http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7760526#

I'm currently writing a new "novel-comic" based on Acerbian history. It's to take the place of the Memoirs of Magus Ferox that sort of petered off after I realized the writing was terribly dry and well... awful. When I say "novel-comic" I mean that each comic page will be story text with an accompanying illustration. The slapdash comic pages that I did for the tail end of DP gave me the idea. Except instead of a blow-by-blow recounting of Things That Happened, it's going to be actual *writing* with dialogue and rising action and *gasp* a climax!

Haha, I just wanted to type climax. >.>

Deviant Prophets is finished. The final page will be going up on the 16th of April. It's kinda sad for me... going through the archives, looking at art that me and my friends have done for DP over the years... It was good times. But, I'm still glad it's over. It has an ending now. We can move on to better and bigger stories. :)  

I have good news, and I have better news.
The good news is, that DP is rolling along smoothly. I've been cranking out the story overview/prose-like pages with a quickness, using old illustrations I've done for the RP guys over the years. It will soon be finished, and I can move along with my life as an artist. 
The great news is that I've already started that moving-on process, because MysteriousAges, my webmaster and buddy, and owner of the forums at the Hub, has gotten me involved with a great comic project that he's writing along with some other cool people over at the Hub.   So I'll soon have some new work floating around out there in the aether of the internets. It's called Briar Place, and that's all I can tell you right now because it's very hush-hush, but just so you all know keep an eye out for the webcomic Briar Place with arts by Jenny McKinney. :) Dunno when it'll be released to the public but I hope it's soon.

Well, concerning this post, I've changed my mind about some things, but I've pretty much still decided that there will be no more new Deviant Prophets comics. 
I won't be exporting the original wiki's for people to read. My reasoning: 1) people probably won't care enough to navigate out of the webcomic site and 2) the original wiki's are so obnoxiously LONG that people will quickly lose interest. 
Instead, I've decided to post up pages that are.. story pages. They have lots of text, and a few little drawings, that quickly tell the story and paraphrase it. The entire DP story will be told, just not quite in comic format, and a lot quicker. I've already started making these, and the first one should go up on the 16th. 

In other news, Magus Ferox's memoirs are now online.

Well, I think it's about that time... 

It looks like I'm going to finally give up on Deviant Prophets. It was a huuuge, ambitious project to begin with, and the fact that I've stuck with it since 2002 is just a sign of my extreme tenacity, I suppose.  
I figured that the end of an issue was a good place to break it off.

I've been ranting for a while that I don't really like the direction that I've taken the storyline. Entirely my fault, for not re-reading the original RP's. It has been a few years since they were written, and while I remember the gist of the original storylines and the characters,  I figured I could just paraphrase everything- which in itself is a  necessary evil, the RP's themselves drag on about silly things that isn't necessary in the comic. But in my editing-from-memory process I lost a lot of important stuff, too. 

I'm wanting to make the entire DP RP archives readable from Elftown, there's an option that allows you to export a wiki page outside of ET without requiring a login. That way, anybody who's really interested can see those pages and read the stories, and know how the story ends. Unfinished webcomics have always driven me nuts as a reader, and always seem to happen to me as a writer/artist. 

I'll be posting up a notice on the webcomic sites soon, probably make some thank-you filler once I get some energy. Guess anyone who actually *reads* this thing'll get advance notice that DP is dead.  

As for myself... I haven't given up as an artist. I've got another project in the works. An original something that's been kicking around in the back of my head for a while. Whether this thing makes it onto the web or not I'm not sure. If I decide to make a webcomic of it, I'll post progress updates here on my LJ at my convenience. If I decide to try and get it published somewhere, I dunno.  If it goes to the web, it'll likely be published on DrunkDuck- I gotta say I was very impressed with that site, much better than comic genesis. 

Anyway, thanks for reading. 

-Magus Ferox, aka Jenny McKinney.

I'm changing the script again, and posting it in the LJ because it's still entertaining. I may still use these scripts, or scenarios like them, but much later in the comic. Again, there are lots of spoilers, so don't read on if you like surprises.

The funny thing about Deviant Prophets is that it's slowly becoming not DP. I keep altering and changing the plotline to make for smoother script writing for the comic, and it's almost no longer the same storyline. That kind of makes me sad. However, I've managed to stop myself before I made the mistake of altering the storyline too drastically. The following script was cut out of the "Call to Arms" issue and replaced, because I'd forged most of the events hoping to move the storyline along faster. It's a bit weird, but I thought it was pretty funny... so hopefully worth sharing.

***SPOILER ALERT***
There's some stuff  mentioned in this script that are MAJOR PLOT POINTS that are going to be covered in later Deviant Prophets comics. Like I'd said, I was trying to force the story along, so there's quite a few spoilers in there.

I've exported the Standings from the BattleArena in Elftown, they should be readable from outside of ET now. Now you can read the epic fights we used to do. :3

http://www.elftown.com/_Standings

Was sifting through the BattleArena archives on Elftown, and found this. One of my favs. xD

With the crowds roaring, [Nay] steps into the Arena. Waiting for her is [Magus Ferox], blitely picking at her nails with the tip of a dagger. With a flick of her wrist, she throws it, whizzing dangerously close to [Nay]'s face and embedding into the wood of a nearby wall. "Think you can outwrite me?" She draws DuDethax, her body glowing with ominous power. "Then BRING IT!!"
"Tut tut Maggie, calm yourself," Nay says with a smirk as the dagger only just misses her face by inches. As a thunk is heard behind her, Nay unsheaths her broadsword, it's blue blade spiralling with grew smoke as the golden hilt fits perfectly into the mold of her hand. With flash of dark eyes towards MagusFerox, Nay charged at her straight on, her sword raised ready to strike her shoulder.

"DO NOT call me Maggie!" With a twist of her hips, Ferox throws some extra force into her parry as she thrusts her sword upwards, brining the flat of DuDethax crashing into Nay's blade, sending it bouncing backwards. She quickly reverses the swing to slash across [Nay]'s unprotected midsection...

Not having enough time to block DuDethax, Nay bounces backwards on sudden reation, allowing the tip of the blade to peirce her belly and make a simmering line. Breathing hard, recovering her composure, Nay lifts her sword up and sends it crashing into Ferox's own. Blades locked together, Nay sends an insane smile towards MagusFerox. "Sorry 'bout that ... Maggie," she whispers yet knowing Ferox will've heard her. Nay twirls her sword, trying to send Ferox's own flying.

Ferox lets Nay's blade slide along the flat of DuDethax, keeping a firm grip on it to keep it from flying out of her grasp. As their blades swing out and away, Ferox crouches low and lunges toward Nay, rams her shoulder into her stomach. Pushing Nay out of the bladelock, Ferox leaps a safe distance backwards, and begins to cast a spell..

Falling backwards with a thump, Nay rolls backwards so she is in a crouching position facing Ferox. As she is casting the spell, Nay's sword starts to hum. Risking a glance, she hid a gasp that threatened to escape. The grey smoke in the blade had changed into a murkey silver. Wrapping a tighter grip around the hilt, Nay stood up. Instinctivley she held it up in front of her face. The humming grew louder, until it was a roar around the stadium. Suddenly the humming stopped and all was in utter silence except for Ferox casting her spell. As she neared the end, Nay's sword shuddered, then suddenly erupted silver light around the stadium. All was lost in the silver light like a hot, scathing pool of ice...

(Hot pool of ice... O_O Your logic astounds me sometimes.)

Ferox rips off her spell just in time, casting a glowing orb of protection about her. The silver energy begins to pound and hammer at the walls of her barrier, her knees buckle under the strain of maintaining it. Gritting her teeth, her barrier begins to crack, strains of energy penetrate the walls and lash at Ferox, damaging her armor and lacerating her face. Wounded, she struggles to keep the pieces of her crumbling spell together as the magical barrage subsides. Weak and bleeding, Ferox staggers to her feet. "The hell was that?!!"

(My logic rocks, thank-you very much! ;P )

The silver light retreats back into Nay's sword changing back into the smokey-grey, leaving her gasping for breath. "No ... freeken ... idea." Yet regaining her energy faster than MagusFerox, and with little mercy, Nay sprints towards Ferox straight on. Her sword is raised. Yet instead of aiming high with her sword, she kicks MagusFerox off her feet, making her stumble on the ground. Sword raised high, Nay readies it to bring down into Ferox's chest.

Hitting the ground with a thud, Ferox gasps as her air supply is knocked out of her, looks up in time to see [Nay]'s blade decending towards her heart. SHe reaches up and grasps the blade, it bites into her gloved hands as she twists it away from her vital organs, takes the blade into her shoulder. When the blade had sunk through her pauldron, biting deeply into her shoulder, Ferox purposly grabs the blade again, and kicks at [Nay]'s knees, sending her sprawling to the ground and divesting her of her sword.

Sprawled on her back without her sword, Nay started swearing like a soldier in the kitchens. Pulling herself upstraight, her right knee collapses on her. She bends donw and hits it back into place. Unsheathing her stiletto, she spins it dangerously around her hand, getting back the feel of her familiar. Limping towards the wounded MagusFerox, she stops two yards away. Weary, for Ferox was armed with both DuDethax and her broadsword.

Having stood and pulled the blade from her shoulder, Ferox twirls DuDethax in her right hand, Nay's blade painfully clenched in her left, the blood from her would trickling down that arm. Showing [Nay] as much mercy as she has shown her, Ferox lunges with both swords, simultaneously making a piercing stab with DuDethax and a slashing cut with Nay's blade...

Unable to see any escape, Nay drops to the ground making Ferox trip over her. Both opponents on the ground, Nay lunged at Ferox and punched her in the face. The pain in her knee was driving her wild, yet the searing was forcing her into a frenzied state of battle-rush.

Tossing the blades to the opposite corner of the Arena to avoid landing on them, Ferox falls and gets cracked in the face by Nay. Hissing like a maddened cat, Ferox quickly regains her feet and cuffs Nay with the back of her fist, she spins on the ball of her foot and makes to kick [Nay] in the jaw...

With a crack, Ferox's foot slammed into Nay's jaw. "F@#%!" she curses as blood starts sidling down her chin. Getting up, Nay aims her foot to kick Ferox in the stomach like someone out of a Jackie Chan movie.

Ferox blocks with her forearm, driving the bony side of her arm downward into Nay's shin, pushing the leg away and spinning [Nay] slightly, leaving her belly open for a solid hit. Ferox pursues the opening, her other fist balled up and flying like a rocket for the soft expanse of flesh just below the ribcage.

Out of breath and completely dazed, Nay only just looks up to see Ferox get a good solid punch in her ribcage. Nay's eyes open wide as her breath is once again knocked out. Breathing erratically, Nay reaches up and pulls Ferox's hair as hard as she could.

O.o "And this is supposed to hurt me.. how?" Ferox raises an eyebrow as [Nay] tugs foolishly at her hair, and without waiting for an answer, headbutts [Nay], hitting her square in the eye with the broad, bony part of her forehead.

Looking like a squashed clown, Nay rubs her eye. "I dunno. Hair pulling usually hurts, thats all." She stops rubbing her eye, knowing that it's gonna be a beaudy no matter what she does. Fists raised like a boxer, Nay takes a swing at Ferox's nose...

Ferox sidesteps, grabs [Nay]'s wrist with her right hand, and applies pressure to the back of [Nay]'s elbow with her left. Threatening to hyperextend or possibly break her elbow, Ferox drags her around, sends her right knee flying towards [Nay]'s stomach.

The kick in the stomach sends Nay reeling, but she couldn't reel very far seeing as Ferox had a tight grip on her arm to the extent of breaking it. Nay's free hand flies up and punches Ferox in the blade wounds, even though there wasn't much force behind the blow, it still should have some impact.

The light tap to her wounded shoulder sends pain rocketing through her body, she gasps and releases her grip on [Nay], staggering backwards a few paces, vainly trying to staunch the flow from the re-opened wound.

Nay takes the opening Ferox gave her and picks up her fallen stiletto she had dropped when she had tripped Ferox. She the launches herself at her stumbling opponent and bowls her over. Nay pegs Ferox to the ground by resting her knee atop the bleeding dark elf and holds her stiletto to her throat with enough force to leave a shallow, wonkey (sorry, had to do it) line of red across it.

(Pfft. Wonkey, my Auntie Albert.. :P )
Ferox tuts at [Nay] , "Surely, dear, you've seen this trick before..." She snatches the thumb that grips the blade, twists outward with enough force to make the bones of [Nay]'s wrist issue an audible cracking noise, and send the stiletto flying from her grip. Maintaining her hold, Ferox bucks [Nay] off of her and pins her in the same fashion, gripping [Nay]'s throat and squeezing like an iron vice...

In absolute pain, Nay's hand wriggles its way up and latches onto Ferox's throat. With no energy at all, she starts kicking her knees upwards making Ferox loose balance. Both on the ground and both still latched onto each others throats, Nay starts kicking her feet at Ferox's shins, having no other way to dislodge the dark elf...

Ferox ignores the weak blows at her shins, releases her grip on Nay's throat to dislodge Nay's hand from her own throat. Holding Nay by both wrists, and at a loss for what else to do, she bites Nay square on the forearm.

Nay starts laughing as Ferox's starts biting her. "Damn yankies!" she says. Whilst Ferox is too occupied in biting her forearm, Nay juts her hands into Ferox's face.

Ferox lets her go, rolls away from her and sits up, "So you like getting bitten. I heard that about you. Strange woman." Tired from all the grappling, Ferox plunks down on her ass, "Why don't we take a breather?"

"Yeah, good idea." Nay pulls out a silver flask of brandy, takes a sip, then tosses it to Magus. "Hey, I don't like being bitten. People just like biting me. Dunno what their problem is. Do I taste good or something?"

Ferox licks her chops, recalling the taste of [Nay]'s flesh, "Not particularly. Kinda like chicken, only saltier." Ferox takes a quick swig of [Nay]'s brandy, tosses the flask back to her. When [Nay] catches it, Ferox is already up and running to reclaim DuDethax..

Nay frowns. "Chicken?" Then shrugs her shoulders and chases Ferox. Being a sprinter, she catches Ferox surprisingly fast and dives on her, tackling her to the ground (coming from a family of League players). Before Ferox could scramble up, Nay started runing on both hands and feet until she could finally grab her balance and be up on two again. Only a few metres away from her broadsword, Nay tries to lunge for it...

Ferox, definitely not a natural sprinter, but very dangerous over short distances (heh!) cheats and casts a spell.. Gesturing and spitting out a word of power, an unseen force reaches out and grasps [Nay]'s ankles, pulling her feet out from underneath her. As Nay splats face-first into the sand, Ferox scrambles to her feet and reaches out to grasp the hilt of DuDethax..

With sand in her mouth, Nay splutters, "Now, that's just a little mean, isn't it?" Scrammbling forwads on her stomach with Ferox only just behind her, she grabs the hilt of her broadsword. Spinning around onto her back like Bruce Lee outta hell, Nay swung her sword up trying to reach for anything closley resembling flesh...

"EEP!!" Ferox yelps as the blade comes inches from her outstretched arm, she twists just in time to avoid the bite of the blade. As [Nay] rolls around on her back, she reaches again and grasps DuDethax's hilt, lifts it from the sand. Quickly, she spins the blade in her palm and makes to stab downward into [Nay]'s prone form...

Still holding onto her broadsword, Nay tries to deflect the oncoming blow. Her sword nips the side of DuDethax, yet not enough to avoid the collision of metal and flesh. DuDethax came down and bit down into her arm. The poison slowly seeping in to mingle with her blood. Nay's eyes turn a milky white as she wanders towards madness. Aruptly Nay's body starts twitching as her Tuatha blood tries to repell the poison, yet her mortal blood tries to embrace it.
In a battle that had begun the day Nay was born, her Tuatha and mortal blood fight each other as they had for so many years. As the poison from DuDethax mingles between the two, the Tuatha side seizes the opportunity and takes hold of the poison, using it as an advantage against Nay's mortal blood. As the mortal blood was beat back into the corner most part of Nay's soul, the Tuatha blood took control, using the poison ever as a guide to the surface.
Nay's eyes opened and she looked at Ferox's sword in her sholder. Lifting a lead like arm up, she lifted the DuDethax out of her arm by the serrated blade. Chucking it away from her and towards Ferox, Nay stumbled onto her feet, feeling different -- as if she had been in a never ending storm, yet suddenly the eye of it showed itself. Blinking the milky whitness away, Nay held her broad sword in hand, the gash in her arm was leaking blood down her arm, making the hilt of her sword sticky. Holding it in a two handed grip, Nay thrust it towards Ferox's middle with deadly accuracy.

Disarmed and defenseless, Ferox is unable to even cast a barrier against the rapid attack, Nay's sword strikes true and sails through Ferox's belly like a hot knife through butter. Eyes wide in shock, she sinks to the arena floor, blood spurting from her mouth, defeated.

Mulciber steps into the arena, takes [Nay]'s hand and lifts it high into the air, proudly announcing to the crowd, "The first round match winner is [Nay] !"

As the crowd roars, paramedics tend to the bleeding Magus, bundling her up to take her to the Infirmary . Ferox manages to sit up, give [Nay] a thumb's up. "Good fight, [Nay] !"

Nay smiles at Magus. "Good whatever it was," Nay laughs and clasps Magus Ferox's hand.

Ferox tries not to laugh, says, "It was a glorious battle! No one has had the guts to punch me in many centuries.." She emits a barking laugh, then passes out from the pain. Quickly, she is carried off to the Infirmary .

Mulciber gives Nay a hug, congratulating her. "Excellent work. You'll be going to the next round, with three other competitors. The other fights aren't finished yet, or even started in some cases... So, for the time being, why don't you go hang out in the MainArena to wait, then come back here to get (the Wiki link) to your next round battle."

Nay nods, and heads off ... somewhere. (I've decided to just keep one Nay going, instead of having a few hundred running around at the same time)

"HEY NAY!!!" Mulciber shouts at the top of his lungs, hoping that Nay will hear him from wherever she went. "Your next battle is ready to go, over here => RoundTwo#1
You'll be fighting [Mouse] ."

"OK!!!" Nay's voice comes from somewhere.

The Forgotten Temple is finally finished, and in commemoration of this grand event, I present to you the original first posts in the Deviant Prophets (then called BattleArena) RP. Enjoy!

Deep within the shadows of a forgotten temple to a dead god, there lurks an ancient being whose people have cast her into the darkness. She is a dark elf, lost in an abyss of madness and decay. She walks with a regal air, she has lost none of her people's pride. Said shoulders are draped in a black cloak which conceals her plate mail, which protects her from light/holy attacks. At her side is strapped a wicked blade, a sword whose serrated edge brings a poisoned madness upon its victims. Strapped to her back is a crossbow, simple yet effective. One should never doubt her aim. Her accuracy is even deadlier with her magic, she is a practician of the black arts. She sits patiently on the altar to the dead god, waiting for her first victim. She is MagusFerox.
Instigator steps up to challenge the Dark Elf MagusFerox. "I arm myself with my Studded leather armour, my antitoxin, my heaing potions, my longbow, my two throwing daggers. However my weapon of choice is this enchanted quarterstaff. Its name is...(stiffles a snicker)...Flimsywoodenpole! I dont use magic, nor do I trust it. My cloak of dispersion protects me from most magical energy attacks.
Nay walks up to Instigator and stands next to him, feet spread slightly apart in a nearly-ready-to-fight stance. With her is the One-eyed penguin and her gnome (sitting on top of her shoulder). "I arm myself with my shortsword, stilleto and longbow. I grace myself with leather armour from the magical race of female warriors which mirrors magical attacks. But my weapon of choice is the battle axe. I have Tuatha de Danann" --(the ancient faery race) -- "blood, allowing magic to run through my veins."
Imena and Trycks look around, sitting in the crowd.
"We call to play against each other next round!" she yells as they eat popcorn...
Canthlian walks into the stands with a bowl of popcorn, a drink, and a vaguely interested idea of joining into a fight sometime. He starts cheering first one side, then the other.
Imena and Trycks see Canthlian and start to throw pocorn at the back of his head, then turn away innocently...
Opal smiles in what she hopes is a sinister way "I am half elf and half dark angel, I have magic, chainmail armour and two broadswords. Bring it on."
Instigator advances with Flimsywoodenpole at the ready. Nay silently agrees and moves forward with Instgator.
The dark magus gracefully slides off of her perch as she begins to do the math in her head... "Hmm.. Four against one. The odds seem to be in my favour. Heh heh... Prepare yourselves..." With that, the darkelf MagusFerox begins to chant an ancient dark grimoire... The stones beneath her enemy's feet begin to shift and crumble away... there suddenly appears a great rift in the once solid floor!

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