animusmods: (Default)
Animus Moderators ([personal profile] animusmods) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-06-23 07:33 pm

If I'm not mistaken I've murdered you twice before my dear

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower; please specify the date and location in your subject header!
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A second general mingle log for characters to encounter monsters.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary.
bow_of_the_galadhrim: (In the face!)

[personal profile] bow_of_the_galadhrim 2013-06-29 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Legolas twists his knives instinctively, dragging them back as far as he can and doing what damage he might as the claws dig into his gut. At first, he doesn't feel it with how much 'adrenalin' pumping through his system but then the warm sticky feeling of his tunic being soaked with his life essence gets his attention.

He curses in Sindarin and yanks his blades free, swinging them almost carelessly towards its face.]
themonsters: (laughing monster.)

[personal profile] themonsters 2013-06-30 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[The screaming laughter rises in pitch and grows louder as the knives tear through muscle and hide, and the monster rears its head back just enough to miss a blade to the neck as Legolas pulls his blades free.

Bleeding profusely, the monster staggers backwards and finally breaks the arrow shaft in its mouth, the broken pieces falling to the ground. The ring of golden portals move with the monster, always encircling it as the ten readied weapons shoot straight at Legolas. Bejeweled spears, swords and axes of myth and splendor - they are fired like projectiles from a ballista.]
bow_of_the_galadhrim: (Bloody)

gruesome death warning!

[personal profile] bow_of_the_galadhrim 2013-06-30 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[The pain is starting to settle in, the elf stumbling back with a gasp and taking a quick glance at his wound before looking back to the monster. He had hoped to last longer than this, years of training and fighting suddenly feeling unsuitable.

Spears and sword and axes slam into him, his senses being suddenly blinded by pain. He can't breathe, blood seeping from his wounds and from the corner of his mouth. It hurts. It hurts and he regrets trying to fight. He should have run.