Gather 'Round the Meteor Fire -- End Game Camp

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    Camp.


    A very loose term to describe the rocky landscape just outside of a huge cave in the side of a mountain. The huge cave would house anyone who wished to shelter from any extra fire-drops, while the large rocks and boulders embedded into the charred ground would allow for great vantage points to observe the following area. There was a narrow path leading through the mountains that - after a short trek - would open to a thickly forested area with a stream nearby.


    Ululare preferred this side of things. It was more dead, more his style, and more open. Given he had adopted his dragon form, feeling it more appropriate for the matters at hand, he preferred not to have branches snag at his wings. The only unfortunate thing about this body was the fact that it couldn't grow much beyond the size of a rhino.


    But that was okay, because things still got done. And today was a day of rest, so the dragon lounged rather lazily on top of a large boulder. Here was a place where all the his members of End Game could gather, planning how else they would spread their corruption.

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    [color=#85aff2]Finch padded towards Ululare, flicking her large, white ears. She agreed with the End game on a rather large level, and was glad that she could be a part of it. The white munchkin approached the dragon, a small smile gracing her black lips.


    [color=white]"Ululare."[color=#85aff2] she greeted curtly, twitching her pink nose as she flicked her crystal gaze over the others in camp. Numbers were low now, but she knew that they would grow.



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    TAGS — Sango had been trailing behind her friend, gaze curiously skimming the landscape as they strayed farther and farther from ShadowClan's lush rainforest and into a rocky, barren terrain. She wondered just where a group would settle somewhere like this, but along the twisting patch a patch of green was seen and it seemed they were supposed to be heading right towards it. How fortunate to have such a livable space in an otherwise useless chunk of land. "What's good?" She wasn't a big conversation starter.

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    Vanilla came to a landing beside finch, staring at the giant dragon on the rock. He was quite big and scary but at the same time he was majestic. The only other dragons she had seen were Giratina and Palkia, but she didn't think either of those really counted so this would be the first "real" dragon. Again though, she had no idea what was going on so she didn't say anything after arriving, only waited for the white dragon to reply.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:120%;] the female wasn't a huge fan of this barren and rocky terrain, mostly because she had stubbed her toes on little rocks too many times to count. but, she was here now, and hopefully whatever they were going to do would be worth this tiresome journey. "hey guys." the kitsune comments, not speaking to anyone in particular. padding over to the group she stops to sit down, and chooses to seat herself near finch. nothing seemed to have happened yet, which was good, she didn't want to be late to the very first... meeting? she supposed they would be having a meeting, after all, what else would they do? dance around singing kumbaya? of course not. they were here to discuss the uprooting of weak clans. and so the youth waits, getting a little fidgety with impatience.

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    God, she was tired. She didn't know why the hell she had gone to so many clans - Riverclan, Moonclan, The Eclipse Force, Shadowclan, and The Cartel. She didn't have the power to teleport nor the ability to shape shift - which, when she thought about it, caused a slight discomfort in the back of her mind - so she had been forced to fly to each of them. She would have loved to be able to stay and rest at the clans, but due to the nature of her visits she was't able to. She had to say her spill, send off any recruits to the camp, and then head off the next clan. Now that she was finally heading home, the thought of that tantalizing nap so close on her mind, she couldn't help a quick burst of laughter from escaping her. First day back alive and she was already welcoming death.


    The owl flew easily down into the spot they had chosen as their camp, landing on a rock near Ululare's. She had quite a few things to report to him. Opening her beak, she was about to begin talking when the new faces caught her attention. Ah, so someone else had been recruiting? Fluffing out her feathers to make herself look presentable and not like a carcass on the side of the road (even a killer cared about her looks), Lilac turned to look at the Shaddowclanners. "Ah, I see new faces." The bird chuckled, taking in every detail of her new "clanmates". Hopefully there wouldn't be any beef when the others came. "Welcome to the End Game. I am Lilac Sky of Nightfall, but please call me Lilac." Her eyes twinkled in the light as she addressed them. They were growing - this was good.

    BOTTOMS UP BITCH

    Sadie padded into the area with a very emphasized fake yawn."So do we just make idle chitchat or is that our warmup for the whole group meeting where we decide which clan to fucking explode with a meteor." Honestly the idea was pretty silly, she actually remembered reading a book once with this same plot, but that didnt make it any less fun. Really the question was, how the fuck did they summon meteors big enough to wipe out a clan, but not have any effect on surrounding clans!? Like, basic logic y'know? They were probably claiming to be some god or another, even though she knew very well there were no real gods. Just people with a head too big for their body. No wonder they died off so fast.


    //IC opinions! (I know its in my siggie but I thought it was v important rn)

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    [color=#85aff2]Finch let out a sigh as more Shadowclanners approached. She felt a bit more comfortable now that there were some familiar faces around. She flicked her large, white ears, and gazed at the newly introduced Lilac, dipping her cranium to the owl. [color=white]"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Finch Harbringer, vice leader of Shadowclan."[color=#85aff2] she introduced, taking a moment to absorb the new faces.


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    ❝ THERE IS A GOD IN THIS WORLD ❞

    Risk was definitely a bold figure in the face of the End Game, that wasn't to say prominent moreso a cocky asshole, which when one looked at the confidence that exuded from his daughter in the Sanctum one could easily make the connection that he was literally always this way, even when raising incredibly impressionable children. Apparently. Thick muscles rippled beneath the beast's ruddy and black pelt as he shot a wink at Finch and jerked his chin at Ululare in acknowledgement, clearly keeping to himself for once as he settled in a smooth dip in the ground filled with a plush blanket and few cushions. It'd seem amusing if they were slightly charred and clearly pulled the rubble of some mass murdered clan. Oops.

    ❝ AND ABOVE ALL, HE NEVER FORGETS ❞

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    Hmm, seems they were a little late. Ah, that was okay. Nobody would reprimand them for being late. Bill strolled into the camp, eyeing everyone whom was gathered.
    "speaking" actions thoughts "corrupt speaking through bill" corrupt speaking mentally at bill


    (c) advo

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    GENERAL:
    "mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | ringmaster[leader] of the rebellion of terminus, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of the exiles | messanger of end game | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
    PHYSICAL:
    [CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
    INJURIES & SCARS:
    "FINN" scar on rump
    scratch scars on neck
    scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
    MENTAL HEALTH:
    body is constantly twitching
    compulsive liar disorder
    PERSONALITY:
    insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    single, asexual and aromantic
    CONFRONTATION:
    physically medium, mentally very hard
    attack in BOLD BLACK
    OTHER
    can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
    let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
    played by maple
    tag: #corruptcipher
    tv tropes/bio/other information and links
    powers Bill can/can't use
    in-depth tags
    warned the rift and westeros [5/01]

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    Jammal Adalgar;;
    Exiles - Attack in black underlined -tags list - plotting - win art


    It was only a matter of time before the panther would have arrived.


    Honestly, the small inkling of interest that the panther held for such a meeting- was to mainly get information. Their ideas, their goals- their enemies. Yet as the panther landed with a sweep of his wings, casting one glance at the scaly dragon- The once very dead dragon only complicated things even more. Only caused his interest to skyrocket.

    And like that, he was hooked in. "Here i thought you were dead and gone." The beast murmured lowly. Silver eyes taking a chance to observe the others there. Shadowclanners, ex-monarchs. Just frankly bad people, wicked minds twisted to such a degree that they bound together. THe cliche bad guys, one jammal didn't bother to count himself into before but now? Now it seemed he was just another in the crowd.

    (anyone can join!)


    Ululare was laughing silently to himself as he watched everyone gather and look at him with expectant eyes. He glanced at Lilac, Risk, Bill, Lucerys, and he was sure Benedict was around here somewhere.


    He nodded to those that greeted him, finding many of them to be familiar. His grin only widened as he saw Jammal himself had made an appearance. What a guy.


    This was great. This was perfect. Ululare not only gained the power to feel the meteors and direct them to his will, but he also gained the power to gather those from many different clans together as one. He was successfully uniting clans that had remained separate for a long time. All under the name of destruction.


    It was so good he almost giggled.


    "You guys look at me like you need instructions on how to be evil little shits." He spat, grin still caked on his happy little face. He gave a dramatic sweep of his barbed tail and licked his lips as he said, "Go forth, spread chaos, join clans just to talk shit to leaders in meetings, murder members, be assholes, create uprisings. Make everyone feel as if their world is crumbling beneath them until it actually does." Create chaos. Oh Kiami, how he liked Chaos. "I don't care which clans you choose. The weakest, the ones you hate the most, the ones you want to see burn. Go riot in the name of the End Game and when the time comes you'll all see the reward of destruction."