Midnight Depths (x2)

[M'yaku]

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Aligned Bones
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: Bone damage techniques act as an Alignment weapons for the purpose of causing Weakness.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User's Bone Techniques take on any non-neutral alignment the character has (Chaotic, Evil, Good, or Lawful) for the purposes of overcoming Damage Reduction. For example a Lawful Neutral character's Dance of the Larch act as Lawful Weapons. A wholly neutral character must choose for their Dance of the Larch to be Chaotic, Evil, Good, or Law for the purpose of overcoming Damage Reduction. Once chosen, this alignment component cannot be changed.
Limit: Must be a Kaguya. Must know Dance of the Larch.

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At first glance the area seemed empty, almost as if it had been deserted eons before - the sun had departed long ago, the only semblance of light coming from the stoic stare of the moon above. It was full on this night, but the dense forestry that made up a vast part of the Mountains' Graveyard kept most of the landscape a darkened hue; if not for the many fractured skeletons and giant bones that littered the area, reflecting the moonlight in places it would not normally be able to reach, it would be nearly impossible to see.

It was for that reason why perhaps, the one I hunted had led me here. From a tactical view it was a sound plan, to lose your tracker under the curtain of night -- and even more so in this place, where light was almost non-existent. Unfortunately for him, a gift had trickled down through my bloodline, the Dokkalfar, and in conditions such as these, to me it was clear as day.

I was perched in the treetops, positioned perfectly, both feet planted carefully as not to alert him to my presence. He was right there, twenty meters ahead of where I hid, standing there, oblivious to what was about to happen. I could see him, and strangely the more I watched him the more my bones ached. It was a strange feeling, one i'd never felt before. I released my palm from a clinched fist, and slowly flesh peeled apart as a bone weapon slid from within. It did not hurt, but i felt something.

It was not pain, but a different feeling. Was it chakra? Truthfully, I did not know, but it was there .. oozing within the calcium that made up my weapon, creeping up the sharpened edge like a spider across its' web. It resonated with the frequency of my soul, and as outrageous as it may sound, spoke to me in a language that I could not comprehend, and yet, somehow understood.

[💀]

Dvergar's Toughness
Rank: "D"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User is tougher than they were before.
Special: ---
Drawback: May Learn up to 10 Times.
Description: User gains +6 Armour Points. User may learn this technique multiple times. User may learn technique up to 10 times.
Limit: Must learn Toughness. Must of a Base Fortitude +5.

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On a path of flight the scent of something remarkable touched Hecate's nose, eyes coming alight and alive with something that only a truly disconnected person could enjoy. On silent wings she scanned the world below where she flew and, through some narrow vision, spotted a flicker of something past the trees.

Full dive bomb. Her scythe strapped to her side gripped by a deft hand as she plummeted like a banshee. Instead of a greeting she crashed body first into the man, herself and him toppling though sh every, very easily tumbled to her feet scythe already a whirling blur in her hand. "You know, people call me crazy all the time when I tell them that He always provides a way to the light." It seemed like just through sheer will she was more resilient without the starmetal breastplate, without her usual armaments.

She was armed with a scythe, her faith and her VERY improperly placed belief in it. "Run and you'll die a very tired sheep." Brandishing her weapon, unknowing of the man perched in the tree who was here to begin with, she lept and began her macabre waltz. Fight and die. Run and die. It all played out the same.

[lurock]

Wood Golem
Rank: "S"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User creates a Wooden Golem to attack and defend.
Special: Handseals
Drawback: ---
Description: Range of this technique is 7 meters + 6 meters per Class Level. Effect is 1 Wood Golem. Duration of this technique is 5 minutes per Class Level. User creates a wooden golem equal to 1 size per Class Level starting Medium. The Wooden Golem has darkvision 20 meters, and low-light vision. It has observation equal to the user. This creature is a construct. The Wood Golem has Natural Armour 6 with 24 Armour Points per Class Level (+10 per Size Category). Wood Golem has Damage Reduction 5/Adamantine. Wood Golem has Construct traits, but a weakness to Fire (takes 1/2 extra damage to Fire). Wood Golem has 2 movements and can deal damage equal to 20 Armour Points + 4 per Size Category. Wooden Techniques can be created off of Wood Golem. Every round the Golem can release a barrage of razor-sharp wooden splinters from its body in a 10-meter-radius burst. All creatures caught within the area take 36 Armour Points of Slashing damage.

Limit: Must know Wood Release.

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Ryoko's crimsons red hair flowed beautifully in the wind as he stopped in his tracks to preform some seals. Building up a massive amount of chakra Ryoko would divert his chakra beneath him as a massive pile of woods grew out from the ground below.  Strands of wood all combined and conjoined as the chakra worked wonders on its own. Ryoko had to step back and he stood there and watched before the mass of chakra. However finally after a few seconds it started taking shape and before him.

The wood golemn was the final product as it bowed and took a knee before Ryoko who turned to allow it to pick him and put him on its shoulder. Being a large creature there was enough room for it to be quite comfortable for the most part. The wood golemn making sure Ryoko was held tight started bounding to through the boneyard of the massive beast as Ryoko continued to control the beast mentally and with coming ease. Something about it allowed him to work better than normal which may just be from his mastery from over the style.

The golemn made leaps and bounds as it started to run along the edge of the bones and Ryoko grew a small contempt smile and thought to himself how fascinating it all was. Jumping off the back of the golemn he controlled it to run and jump back up to acrobatically catch the falling Ryoko who safely landed on its back and he started to apply his chakra control to stick to the back of the golemn;s shoulder. So far it was easy enough for him to move without too much difficulty. Until they headed in to the wood line. "Anyone here ?!" Ryoko called out in to the forest. He felt like there had to be some individuals here in this greenery.

[M'yaku]

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The sensation did not subside - I could still feel it as I prepared to make my move. It hissed at me in that same unfamiliar language, whispered temptations of the kill into my ear, infected my psych with images of the target's death. The bones within my body reverberated again, and unlike the first time, I could feel them changing - shifting, adapting, morphing - into something else. It was not intentional on my part, but there was something going on inside of myself. Something that had never happen before. In the simplest of terms, my kekkei genkai was evolving.

It was as if the stiffened ivory of my Shikotsumyaku technique had become even more unique to myself than it previously was. It was not a visible thing, nor was it audible .. but I began to feel one with my instruments of murder. Death was the language it spoke, and I prepared myself to drop from my perch and deliver the blow that would send this man to the afterlife. The very moment my feet pressed against the branch to launch me, a figure plummeted directly into the man from the sky above. So focused on my prey, the being had escaped my notice until it hit the ground.

From the looks of it, it was a woman, yet she looked as if she belonged in a place like this. Far different from those back in the village, she stood over my prey as if it we're hers, a scythe of unusual proportions preparing to make the kill. It was unusual, yes, but what was more strange was that when I looked at her, my bones did not ache as it did toward the man I hunted. They did not whisper at me to kill her - there was no temptation, no urge - it was almost as if whatever power they had within them, would not bring harm to her as it would the other man.

Why was this? Could it be fear? Ridiculous .. M'yaku knew no such thing.

"If you are going to kill him, make it quick or move aside", I commanded as I dropped toward the ground. Only a few meters away, she would be able to see me clearly. Snow white hair descended from my crown, mimicking the color of the blade in my right palm.

"He is more trouble than you know", I would continue, preparing to move to strike if she did not ..

another voice came through, but it was not from within; it seemed to be off in the distance more toward the edge of the forest. Reinforcements? We needed to act quickly.

[Cadoc]

+16, +10, +20, +20

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Toughness
Rank: "C" (Always 30 Training Points)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has enhanced physical stamina.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: User gains +6 Armour Points. For every Class Point the user has beyond 3, the user gains an additional +1 Armour Point. At 10th Class Points, the user gains a +1 bonus on Fortitude Saves.
Limit: Must learn from Universal Miscellaneous.

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There was a sweetness in the air when she breathed, a rank sort of rot that came with freight or decaying flesh. It smelled mouthwatering in the worst and best of ways. Eager to slay in his name. She was hoping this one liked to spill blood too. Just the second her feet left the ground to like a spear in flight the kata of landing feet ripped her attention away and she nearly did a roll with how hard she turned her head to peer at the other arrival like he was from out of their understanding of what the world was.

"A mere man is what he is." She didn't even register any turning, any shifting aside from her own. Like fire in her veins she could sense it once more. The itch that sat under the skin and in the bones. "By the way- might you be interested in His word?" In these time when man was becoming scarce a resource she was feeling like the end of times was upon them art long last. Any day now. Licking along her fangs she eyed him now like the new meal of raw meat on the bone. Everything about her was steely to begin with from her demeanor down to her very posture but could be more.

She could be that much more. "No, no!" She called at the man though she jabbed her scythe in the direction of the original target trying to creep out of frame. There was no running tonight. Perhaps they were both going to get to kill him in their own unique way. Something thundered in the distance just then and she cast a look around their ragtag group with budding interest. Calvary? Company?

She nodded to the third wheel as if to encourage them to call out from whomever was just in the distance.

[Cadoc]

+20tp

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[M'yaku]

36/60

Her response was not one I'd imagined; she had swooped down from the night's sky like an eagle after its' prey, had him in her clutches, pinned him against the earth, and yet she did not strike. Instead, she spoke of things she did not know.

A man? He was a man, but he was not ordinary. There was power within him; a dangerous power, if left unchecked. I listened through her talk, unsure of exactly whose word the woman referred to, but would not inquire any further because it did not matter. My focus had been on more pressing issues; I had never completely let the man out of my site. While she was busy rambling, I watched him like a hawk as he tried to creep away from beneath her. The moment I realized she would not kill him that moment, a shift in positioning would propel my movement, via the body flicker, until I was upon him.

The form used incorporated the Zanzo maneuver, which left behind an after image in my wake.

In a moment my figure was upon him, left hand clinching his shirt by the collar. In the opposite, the macabre blade of bone was gripped firmly, the tip pointing in a way as to suggest with a little effort it would impale the man through the heart. It was in that moment I could see the fear in his eyes -- they widened, glistened and sparkled with a certain sadness. It was strange; seeing him like that only made me want him dead more .. the taint of the shikotsumyaku pulsed again, and without a second thought the blade was shoved right through the man's chest.

The bone slid through with little resistance, the corruption of wickedness spread throughout its' creation, adding to the damage inflicted. The man grimaced in pain as blood spilled from his mouth and dropped into the dirt below. It was a satisfying blow, but the achievement was cut short as what was once agony on the man's face had morphed; first it was a smirk, then a grin, until finally, a smile. A quick chuckled escaped the man's breath before he spoke:

"I feel a great evil from the two of you. It is my duty to strike you down", the words echoed within the meters radius, so we both would be able to hear it.

As the last of the words escaped, his body vanished, only to reappear meters away. He waved his hand in somantic movements, and before long the ground rumbled as fog began to move in. From the looks of it, it would not be long before it would became difficult to see him. I prepared to move again, and just as I prepared to step, fleshless hands began to sprout from the ground all around where we stood.

My bones ached once more.

[Cadoc]

+20tp

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20/30

Fanaticism. It was hard to shake when it was the rock of her whole ideology. By the time she shook the hardcore drop of her mood the man had poofed and run down the other with a sort of.. vigor. Intense vigor.

The spatter of blood hitting dirt made her oddly hungry, made her ache to draw the symbol in the dirt and descend into madness where the real embrace began. She didn't even notice she was tipping the tip of her scythe blade against her cheek, the wicked blade rebounding off her steely skin with ease. Over and over, teetering in her grip like a metronome. "Oohh, riveting~!" It was so comfortably to spin that scythe till it was a blue, stepping on the tips of her toes like a woe-stricken ballerina and brandishing the blade at him in her battle ready stance.

"Ready to dance?" Nothing fancy. Nothing flashy. She just leapt forward and started in on rushing him down at a full sprint, her blade whirling so fast it blew her hair in the stir stagnant air around them.

[Cadoc]

+10tp

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[lurock]

[Exit]

[M'yaku]

56/60

The fog continued to roll in, the worst of it beginning to blanket the area where we stood. My eyes had shifted focus from the man I'd come to hunt, to the dozen(s) or so of bodies that now stood surrounded us. They lacked any distinguishing features; no face, no clothing, no weapons, and no flesh.

Skeletons.

How odd it was. My prey would be attempting to end me with a form of bone magic. Did he not know that bones were the instruments I used to kill? The blade of bone within my grasp echoed silently as I scanned the would be assailants, crying out desperately for me to put its' existence to use. I would not deny it.

In the hand opposite, another tool crafted from porcelain would extend out from the skeleton of my arm, an almost exact replica of the one I already held.

In only a few movements, both bone blades would have found a home within the first of the skeletons ribcage -- it was a deep strike, and the blades would only release once I forcibly pulled the two blades apart from one another, destroying the bone warrior in the process.

The woman was not my concern, but she seemed able enough to defend herself. If not, that massive weapon she wielded would be mine.

[Christoff]

+4 TP Learned