darkSpyro

Inspired by Hypixel's Minecraft adventure map of the same name.

All just a dream? Not likely.

A malicious power has found a way to spread a corruption across the many worlds through dreams. In all cases, people have reported having the same nightmare night after night, and what’s worse, some of these have woken up from their slumber as monsters- consumed by the corruption, their original persona virtually destroyed, often times straight-up psychotic.

What is going on and who is behind this isn’t explicitly clear, but one thing is certain: the fate of all worlds is at stake once more. It’s up to a team of survivors to investigate the corruption and, naturally, put an end to it.

Standard Rules, no godmodding, no controlling another user's character, etc.
You can use as many characters as you think you can manage, and bring more in as the story progresses.
We can begin once at least four people join.

Character Sheet:
Name
Gender
Appearance
Personality
Powers
Weapon (optional)
Alignment (good, evil, neutral)
Other?



Alright, without further adieu, let Wrath of the Fallen begin!

((Imma join, just gimme a bit!))

Name: Kigali
Gender: Male
Appearance: Anthro grey fox that wears a black shirt, jeans, sneakers, and black gloves
Personality: Kind-hearted, strong-willed, and likes jokes
Powers: Can go back and forth from the shadow-realm and the real world, can heal people, and if he touches you without his special gloves on, you will die in seconds
Weapon: Gold and stone club
Alignment: Good
Other: Doesn't get along with ender creatures

Name: Austin
Gender: Male
Appearance: Anthro grey bat that wears a blue shirt, black sweatpants, sneakers, and blue gloves
Personality: Strong and heroic, but friendly and down to earth
Powers: Elemental blasts (Water, fire, ice, earth, light [Can heal and make enemies friendly], and darkness [Doesn't like to use])
Weapon: Sword that can fire blades off (Sword can change abilities when used in conjunction with powers)
Alignment: Good
Other: Hopeless romantic

If necessary, I can tone down powers to just fire, ice, light, and darkness

[Accepted Eb. Also, that won't be necessary in Austin's case.]
[And I'll keep your spot open, Derpy.]

((Keep a slot open for me too))

[Alrighty then.]

((Ok, and I get off school on the 17th, so I can post more often then))

[Mind if I join in? What style we going with for text? Quotes in quotation marks, or actions in asterisks/dashes? Sorry, been out of the loop for a year or two.]
Character Sheet:

Name - Ragenald Verdes

Gender - Male

Appearance - A horn, probably no more than 7 inches in length, juts from his left side of his forehead. The right side has a cross scar, the axis of which lies on top of where a matching horn would be to the first. There is a thick patch of banks down the middle of his face, tucking to one side or the other of his nose unless he needs to brush it aside for a while, in which case he can cause a draft to raise it (alongside the large tuft of hair that flows down his back a good half foot to a foot past his neck). Each of his eyes have two states together, a relaxed and a threatened state. In their relaxed state they stay very human-like in roundness, almost like a dog's taking up his eyes entirely. When threatened or engaged in combat they condense to slits to focus in on anything he's hunting, much like a predator. Rather tall, peaking at about 12 feet when in between feral and anthropomorphic states, only 6-7 feet when anthro and 9 with his head straight up feral. He is a dragon through and through, but his scales recede when he's in his more anthropomorphic form. The scales are interwoven black, silver, and yellow, forming a golden sheen when in motion. Ragenald also has a strong affinity for short jeans and tee-shirts, or alternatively huge obnoxious cloaks with spiked shoulders that are very cumbersome.

Personality - Very violent, but not aggressive or confrontational. He's a born fighter and will generally confront any threat head on, even if it means his death. Its the way he was raised and a major part of his nature as a warrior-king's child (one of many, so it's not really a bragging right, more of an annoyance). He will use any means necessary to win a fight, even playing very dirty, though he will not go out of bounds on anything he's said he won't. He'll stick by his word and that's that, but he will fight nonetheless.

Powers - Draconian strength capable of smashing his way through most forms of metals and stones, eyes of a dragon highborn give him heightened abilities to limit magic if he's looking at the magic or the caster (usually to the point of complete nullification except against an enemy of immense power), razor sharp fangs and rather sharpened claws, multiple levels of mastery of many techniques involving his abilities as a dragon and their use in combat, and his birth as a member of the Royal Black Dragon's lineage give him access to a healing black flame rather than his standard ones. The black flame drains anyone it's used against of their will and emotions slowly, burning it as a sort of fuel to power regeneration of any wounds. It can be used to super charge regeneration to the point that it can cause complete reversal of death. He can also embody himself in this flame for a semi-immortality for a time, but it does drain his will at an incredible rate, so it cannot be used unless absolutely necessary. He also contains an ability to change between a feral and anthropomorphic form. Each form has its bonuses and draw backs, such as feral making him more likely to lose control or become violent, while his anthro form gives him less access to his abilities as a dragon. The balance of these two forms gives him immense power, but he's not a pure blood dragon, so it is very unstable to be in between and he has major problems holding himself in that form.

Weapon - He can rip off spikes that will jut out of his body at will (one on each elbow and one on each knee, as well as smaller ones on the back of his thigh) and use them as blades, and is in fact groomed from birth to regenerate in such a way that these are connected into the body with hilt-like connections that let him use them as daggers if need be.

Alignment - Good

[I may not be able to join you all tonight, for I need my sleep soon.]

[Accepted]

[Thank you.]

((I will be joining soon. I am just thinking of a character))

Name Gavin
Gender Male
Appearance brown hair, brown eyes, freckles, wears red sweatshirt over clothes and sports shorts
Personality kind, the type that jokes around all the time
Powers Teleportation
Weapon (optional) Bronze Sword
Alignment (good, evil, neutral) Good
Other? Don't think so.

(I think this is the most reasonable character in this whole RP. I like it.)

((Mine were characters I had from my first RP, Ki's bio changed though))

(I meant most reasonable as in the least overpowered. I still enjoy all of the ones listed so far, just to clarify.)

((Thanks buddy and I was just saying where mine are from))

((May I join as well?))

Name: Rosa Mae Blood
Gender: Female
Appearance: Elf with long braided red hair, pink eyes, looks to be about 17, wears a red blouse, brown pants, black worn leather boots.
Personality: Quiet and shy at first is actually very out going and will do just about anything to make someone happy but isn't a push over. She also has a very strong sense of moral values, but can set them aside quickly when it comes to a person in danger.
Powers: Good with herbs, can summon animal spirits, specializes in combining chemically unstable formulas.
Weapon: Bottles of poison, chemical bombs and a short blade
Alignment: Leans toward which ever side she believes has the correct goals but more than often will assist the "good" side so long as their goal is "pure"
Other: None.

[Accepted Cerenity.]
[And sorry of the delay, it took me forever to write this thing. Anyhoo, let's get started!]

It was a bright summer day in the jungle of Animalia, and resident Foxtail Zerda slept on his makeshift hammock on the shore of a pond's clear blue waters. The warm tropical sun beat down, a light breeze rippled through his fur, and the mist of a nearby waterfall created a nice cooling effect. However, as serene as things were in the physical world, Foxtail whimpered and shifted around in his slumber, a signal that all
was not well in the world of dreams...

For reasons he couldn’t begin to comprehend or explain, Foxtail found himself in a sort of abandoned castle, aimlessly wandering about. What is this place? And why am I here? he thought to himself as he examined a small golden statue. He flinched when a sudden cry of fear from elsewhere shattered his focus. “No! Get away from me!” It was a female’s voice, his girlfriend Lotus’s voice to be exact, and given that it wasn’t accompanied by the usual sound of her kicking ass (or at least attempting to), he knew it had to be bad. He instinctively reached for his signature revolver, but he didn’t seem to have it on him, oddly. With a gulp of concern, he took a nearby lantern, which conveniently had oil, and opened the only door he hadn’t entered yet, descending into the inky darkness of the dungeon that awaited him.

Precautiously peering around each corner, he eventually came across a horrible sight: a long trail of blood along the floor, as if something had dragged its wounded prey back to its lair to devour. “Get away from me!” Lotus’s distressed voice echoed throughout the corridors, encouraging Foxtail to press on further. The sound of crashing objects, along with a deep, raspy growl set Foxtail on edge as he tracked the bloody trail to a closed cell. “No! Please! I beg of you!” Lotus yelped before falling silent. To the fennec’s shock, the door was flung open as he tried to enter, and it only took him half a second to realize something inhuman was coming. His mind racing, he made a mad dash for another room, barricading the door with a table, and lept into a cabinet to hide. His heart was pounding out of his chest; the breaking down of the door was a clear sign that he failed to stop whatever it was from getting in. He took a peak into the room to see exactly what it was: a hideously deformed monster, vaguely humanoid in appearance. Its most prominent features were its hand, with several small bloody blades taking the place of claws, and its jaw, which hung down loosely from its head, as if it lacked a jawbone. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to notice Foxtail, and promptly exited after a less than thorough search.

With that threat gone, Foxtail creeped back to the cell, only to discover that he was too late. Lotus’s mangled corpse laid stagnant in a pool of blood. Beyond mortified, Foxtail laid on the floor next to his fallen companion, whimpering with dismay. He was too busy mourning to notice the arrival of an even bigger entity, even after its roar shook the entire castle. A fleshy red substance formed along the walls, creeping ever so slowly toward the two foxes as darkness closed in…

Foxtail sprung awake. Hyperventilating, it took him about a minute to process that it was all just a dream. It was strange… this was the fifth day in a row he had that exact same nightmare, and he was starting to wonder if it held any meaning. He decided to bring it up to his friend Austin; maybe he could offer some kind of solution.

Name: Sangris
Gender: Male
Appearance: A light, dusty-brown dragon with two horns rougly 8 inches (20 cm) in length. A few small scars underneath his scales, which aren't visible unless they come off.
Personality: Tends to be a loner after having fended for himself for long. Nowadays, he tries to avoid fighting, as he finds it hard to control himself once he starts.
Powers: He doesn't have a breath weapon, but he possesses very good senses and can regenerate in the middle of a fight, although he must eat a lot after doing so. His roar gives himself and those he might be close with a surge of energy and bloodlust.
Alignment: Neutral. He serves whoever will help him.

Thoughts?

BTW I'm also a huge fan of Bloons.

"Ahh!" Rosa screamed arising from her nightmare shaken up as always. She lay there in routine waiting for her adrenaline rush to subside and she took some homemade remedy to calm her shakes once more. Rosa lay in her tree and stared at the leaves wondering just how long that continuous nightmare would last.

Every night the same she ran down a series of halls following her uncle covered in dirt and ripped clothes and blood. She knew he was dead already but still followed just to run the fated room where she saw her uncle being torn to shreds by a giant wolf covered in so much blood that it could be well over 100 people and the color of his coat could not be determined. Each night Rosa would attempt to calm its spirit only for its eyes to turn black and lung at her with a gaping jaw and what seemed to be dozens of bloodied jagged teeth leading to a throat stained dark red. At that point she would awaken.

"There's no point in worrying. After all it's just a dream." she tried to reassure herself but deep down somewhere she knew something was very very wrong. And her mind whirred with obvious worry about the uncle in her dreams if he was in danger as if what she was seeing was the future. "That's impossible." And she thought to herself about seeing her uncle dead smiling face as he never awoke from his sleep.

She shook her head as if to move her thoughts away and jumped from her tree to head out for the water that resided not far away.

[Accepted. Sounds like a great character. Also, it's nice to see a fellow Bloons fan in these parts.]

Another night... no restful sleep. If only sleep came so easily - the nightmares just came more and more frequently, though, and many of them were the same. Willpower alone would only go so far - one needed energy to perform. Nevertheless, insomnia wouldn't ruin a good night.

Sangris picked himself off the ground. After a quick sniff of the air and a bit of listening, he beat his wings and headed off in the direction he was most likely to find an animal to snack on.

Austin was up late as he usually was, just trying to sleep, too bad his instincts kept him awake

Ki was having a nightmare, he was running down a hallway to get away from a monstrous version of himself, he tripped and the monster caught up to him, but before he was grabbed, Ki awoke screaming

"Having the monstrous you nightmare again" Austin asked his friend as he kneeled by his bedside

"Yes, that's been the fourth time this week" Ki said worried "What if it's a sign"

From above Sangris spotted very slight movement on the ground. There wasn't any visible animal nearby, but it was worth a look. After coming down, he took a quick scan at the ground.

As it turned out, there was some recently disturbed soil. There was still some subtle ground movements despite nothing being visible. A brief dig revealed a mole - it made for a quick meal, but it was good.

[I guess I'll detail the advents following Rage's perspective then. When do our characters meet up? Or is there no real plan yet?]

Visions flood to him, actions of past times flood together in his mind, doors to these flowing around him in layers like a tube of scales flowing to a singular point that they originate from. Of these layers, their edges blurred together in rounded edges as they emanate from this core, they share a theme. A violence, fights and flares, historically recalling all of Ragenald's past battles, or those he can see do at least. A force drives him and he reaches to the middle, prodding his fingers in slowly, the warped fabric feeling heavy yet easily sliding away as though they were simply stones on ice gliding from his presence. The flow subsides out of view and he is in a location he can recall, a deathly place hollowed out by carnivorous warfare.
It seems a desolate place, filled with mounds of stone and structures that appear to be rubble, indicating some form of structure once stood here, but now none do. Scorch marks fill the area, all of which form circular patterns on the ground around places they may have been centered at, all but two that is. These two crescent shaped scars upon the land form crescents together, possibly hinting at two forces having coiled and brawled. This is the testament to his greatest bout to date, his flaring confrontation with the royal demon of a sort, Ohmarisc Verdes (no blood relation, but they do share a common source for their last names).
Among this rubble, there is a single standing object in close proximity, anything farther off becomes a blur and a headache if focused on. This single object is a lean black figure, one with two horns jutting from its top, seeming to link to some large orb like object. It could be reasoned it was alive, a humanoid figure to be sure, but with distinct markings to it such as a lean tail, a void-like existence, one that mirrors emptiness itself and embodies a sense of lacking, and lastly an array of violently jutting spikes protruding from its body all about its being. It begins to move, showing its life however faint it may be.
Step after step it approaches, with no suddenness to its approach, no signs of fear or agency, simply moving. It strolls with no confidence nor fear, only a sense that it nears. Nearing unlike a human, unlike a dragon, unlike any living being of sentience, instead like a river flowing through stone after stone on its path downward along gravity. Palatalization fills the dragon, unwilling to free him from its grasp, he has nothing to do but stand there in terror as the shade approaches. Its hand slides down to his throat and grips it, not with anymore strength than required, gripping with mechanical accuracy to what it would take to lift him and hold him, it simply lifts him. A surge of adrenaline fills the beast and he roars, skidding towards a wyvernous form to extend his reach for a solid kick off of what is a presumable chest to the beast.
Throwing himself free from the grips of the beast, though ripping his own flesh asunder in the process, Rage seals his wounds in flames and spins to his feet, facing the threat and barring his claws and fangs. Striking fully at the shade he is caught off guard by its speed as it simply sidesteps him and, with a quick jab, rips into Rage's fleshy stomach, slamming through his stoney skin with no issue. Upon the slightest impact Rage attempts to push off of the threat with his wing, only to be caught abruptly and held onto with the same accuracy as before. The dark entity, scarcely seeming to have any sort of life in its being, simply rips through Rage's gut back-first and impales him with a wet sloshing protrusion through the flesh. Ragenald flicks his torso, holding onto this hole and using it to give him leverage to rip his own wing off with a sickening ripping sound as the flesh is unevenly stretched and snapped.
Rage jams his toes into the ground with one foot and uses it to flick himself around and throw himself off of the forearm of the shadowy creature (though it could scarcely be called such) and spinning himself roughly onto the ground, spinning upright and blasting flames onto his wound to seal it up with healing energies. He stumbles to his feet and coughs a bit, straightening his stance and trying to focus. Suddenly, words flood to his mind as though they're being said, no actions being taken by the being in front of him to mimic or mirror them though. Aloud he hears them now, conscious of the speech,"You are an oddity. Few fight, and even fewer still are able to make the sacrifices needed to stand even remotely comparable to a fear. You know a great many pains, do you not? It would take such to be able to survive this far without running." He patches his wing up softly with the flames, scorching the wound shut rather than wasting energies healing the whole thing now. He charges the creature before letting this speech finish any farther than it already has. Circling around it he keeps low and stays just out of striking range for either of them. A sudden slash of the monstrous entity signals Rage's strike. He dashes slightly past it, at the cost of tearing his own muscles, stopping on a dime and turning around to dash past a second attack, slamming against its other arm, raised for an attack or a block, and launches against it with his wing. With this launch he snatches its neck in his jaw, snaring it easily and biting as hard as he can. Cracking, then shattering it happens. Under the force of the biting his jaw beings to crack and break, falling off before even starting to enter the presumably soft flesh of this monster's throat. It grips his throat and impales him again, leaving him in shock, starring in horror as he is lifted up and thrown down, startling awake an instant prior to hitting the ground.
His body is coated in sweat, his mind drained and throbbing, he stumbles to his feet from his stony resting place to his feet. Lightheaded as he is, there is something he knows for certain. This fearsome power is not one of a simple dream, he could feel its fearsome existence racking his whole body from head to stone. He sits down on his stone perch, one built for a gargoyle that had since been felled, but one he called his home now. After a shaking up like that, he could use some food. Taking flight he glides to the city below and hops from roof top to roof top, searching out a place to eat.

Gavin ran through his house and didn't stop until he ran into a wall. Fudge! I'm trapped! he thought. But then, he sensed it was behind him. The Shadow that would never stop killing. He turned around, but he didn't see what he thought it would be. He saw his older sister, the one who died on the war, staring right at him. She looked just like she had before she left on the plane. She stared at him with cold dead eyes. Gavin was too shocked to say anything. She took a knife out of her pocket. She pointed it right at him and charged.

Gavin woke up screaming. He opened his eyes. Somehow, he had his hand on a knife that was stuck in his bedroom door. "That's it." he said.
A few minutes later, he arrived at Austin's house and rang the doorbell.

"I'll get it buddy" Austin said as he went down to the door "Hey Gavin, why are you here at this time of night"

"Same nightmare as last time. Can I come in?" he asked. "Wait, what are you doing awake at this time of night?"

Rosa came to the stream careful to not fall asleep again played with the wakeful fish in the pond and calming those who couldn't were in restless slumber. Unfortunately along the way of calming the spirits she fell to sleep once again. While sleeping having again the same dream she tossed and turned falling into the pond. "Gah! I'm done!" Rosa got herself out of the water and soaking wet and shivering went on a walk determined to stay awake no matter how tired she got. After awhile she was wondering in some random direction unsure of her location from confusion caused by her massive sleep deprivation. All she could make out through her determined sleepy eyes were repeating forest trees and bushes. "Where.a.I...am...at?" She said shaking her head awake finding herself nearing the edge of a house with it's lights on and approached and decided to sit beside it and attempt once more to keep awake.

Grabbing a bite to eat in a local diner, Rage sits idly, enjoying his food, then returning to his dark perch afterward. He uses the chilly air as fuel for his will to stay awake as he hangs like a bat from the underside of his balcony of stone, overlooking the city.

Noise in the air. There wasn't much to be made out at the range, however - which meant any potential danger would be quite a distance away. Nevertheless, this place didn't seem so good for rest. Sangris sniffed at the air - he couldn't make out much, though, except the smell of some water, the thought of which made him lick his lips. He suddenly realized he hadn't had a drink since the morning. On the wing now, he moved out to find the source.

"My bat instincts keep me up late, come in Gavin" Austin told his human friend "Ki had the same nightmare again too, fourth time in a week"

He sat down on the couch. "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you alright? What was it about? You can tell me."

"I'm fine, he gets chased down a dark hallway by a monstrous version of himself" Austin said to Gavin as he sat next to him

Ki came downstairs and saw Gavin "Hi buddy, why are you here" He asked

For someone who lived out in the middle of an African jungle, Foxtail could find his way out to civilization surprisingly easily. Within minutes, he found himself leaving the sun-drenched paradise he called home and entering the dead of night that covered the city. He soon arrived outside of Austin and Kigali's home.

Okay, good, it looks like they're still awake. He was about to go knock on the door when something caught his eye. Somebody was resting against the side of the house, looking like they were trying their hardest not to fall asleep. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, her features became more clear to him. An elf? He wondered what an elf girl was doing out here, especially one that looked like she hadn't slept in days.

This wasn't the first time he had met with her kind, but he got an... interesting vibe from her. He felt compelled to approach...

Rosa about to fall asleep once more shook her head. Then she saw what looked like fox and focused in more to realize it was no delusion caused by sleep deprivation and attempted to stand.

"Hey, sorry but do you know somebody where I can help with sleep?" she said attempting to ask if there was somebody around that could help with her situation. She then quickly stumbled and fell on her face waking her up even more to see the foxes feet.

"I had another nightmare. I heard you had one too Ki," he answered.

"Really, was it the same one as the other times" Ki asked

"Gavin, something strange, something evil is going on here" Austin said to his friend "I just don't know what"

The fox tilted his head at the girl that lay at his paws. The corners of his mouth curved up into a friendly grin. "As a matter of fact, a friend of mine lives in this house right here. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help."

He wasn't quite sure whether revealing he could talk was a wise move, taking her exhausted condition into consideration, but it was too late now. Leaving to go and get Austin and Kigali, he swiveled around and came back to Rosa after an idea dawned on him. "Oh, sorry, did you need help up?"

"Yeah. It's actually only the second time I've had that nightmare. But why would you think that something evil's happening? I don't sense anything. Maybe it's just a coincidense." he said as he stretched out on the couch.

Eventually, Sangris spotted a pond on the ground. aHe quickly descended, trying to land quietly, though it wasn't perfect. A few gulps of water in, he heard the sound of voices in the air. While not quite distinguishable at this range, they only served to help fuel his insomnia-driven paranoia. A few more sips of water later, and he could no longer contain himself.

After a loud, threatening grow, he called out "Who's that? SHOW YOURSELF." He took a sniff at the air - definitely more than just plants here. Beating his wings once more, he ascended to search for the voices. Calm down, maybe you're just hearing voices again... you're tired, get some rest...

"You and Ki have had nightmares recently and so have others, it is my reason to believe that a dark force is invading our dreams, I've only been able to defeat mine through willpower and lucid dreams, I unfortunately can't teach you how to have lucid dreams, but we can figure out what's going on here in the real world" Austin explained to Gavin

"Huh, wait what?! You spoke!" Rosa said wide eyed and already exhausted herself unfortunately couldn't handle the shock and fainted.

Foxtail's paw collided with his face as he let out an exasperated sigh. I really need to learn to think before I speak...

Needless to say, the fennec kit knocked on his friend's door, hoping nothing would happen to the elf girl in the short time he was gone.

An overhead search revealed a building as the source of the sound. There was definitely conversation within, so there would be multiple people to worry about should anything happen. Sangris didn't believe they were alerted to his presence - or at least they didn't act like it.

While he was in the area, he decided it would be a good idea to look around. Some livestock wouldn't be a bad thing...

Gavin heard the knock at the front door. "Are one of you two gonna get that?" he asked.

"I got it" Ki said as he opened the door "Hi Foxtail, why are you here"

Foxtail motor-mouthed his exposition. "Well I came here because I was having the same nightmare all week and I was starting to worry that it meant something bad was gonna happen but that's not important right now I have a little problem see there was this elf girl that I found out here and the poor thing looked exhausted and she asked me if I knew anyone that could help her and I accidentally freaked her out by revealing I can talk and she passed out and we really need to help her." He said it all in one breath. Given how fast he was talking, it would have been a miracle if Kigali understood a single word of it.

"You too, I'll bring her in, you go to Austin, Gavin's here too" Ki said as he left the house and ran over to the girl and picked her up

As soon as Gavin saw the girl, he felt a certain feeling for her. He helped Austin carry her inside the house and onto the couch where he was laying.