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Holdonaminute
âSHE WHAT?â
Having to actually put in some effort to stopping himself, Karl grabbed onto the nearest object he could find, luckily being no taller than a mailbox, only hitting his chest on impact. He wouldnât lie, that stung a little. Releasing the grip of the hammer to let it hang, Karl would put both hands to that device, rapidly typing away at the keyboard in a flurry to get information on their whereabouts.Â
[KarlFran] Where was it heading? [KarlFran] Was it armed? [KarlFran] Did it say anything? [KarlFran] Are you absolutely sure youâre okay?
For someone who has said they lead legions into battle, technically died before, and has fought things that would give normal people the fiercest of nightmares, he was acting rather concerned about this whole endeavor. Sure, that app on their phones would tell them where their doppelgangers were, but thatâs not entirely helpful when upwards of 100 other doppelgangers were also on the run.
Looking up briefly to see if they were still in sight (which honestly they werenât,) she lowers her eyes back on the screen, fingers are quick as they hit the buttons and then send,
Text: I think theyâre headed for Cotes ward. My copy was trying to get away from me. I thinkâŚ..sheâs trying to finish her and her brother off. They might think thatâs the best way or something
Text: Your copy just came out of nowhere and took mine away to hide. Meet me at Cotes Ward.
Text: Karl, if we donât stop them, weâll be affected too!Â
This was a whole new Kachina. However, while this was a different Kachina, the original had to think We may be different but thereâs still something similar. Placing her phone back into her back pocket, she begins MOVING again. Hopefully her guts telling her that they were going to Cotes Ward was correct. It had PLENTY of places to hide.
[KarlFran]Understood. [KarlFran]You stay safe on your way there.
Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Karl would go to whistle. Only stopping himself milliseconds before actually doing so. âThatâs right.â He said, sighing. âWhoever brought me here took Deathclaw, too.â It was always the times when having a Griffon would be the most helpful, that one was not present. Regardless of that fact, it was not the time to worry on the health of a companion of war, it was time to keep himself, and his current companion, alive and well.
Tightening his grip around the hilt of Ghal Maraz, Karl broke into a sprint in the direction of the Cotes Ward, praying to Sigmar that he wouldnât be too late.
Within the ward however, Karl and Kachinaâs doubles ran from the chaos, opting to take refuge for the moment in the Bamboo Grove of the eastern inspired region of their fair city. Karlâs doppleganger pulling along the girl and her, companion as far as he knew, into that aging shrine. Inside an abandoned shrine, within a grove of immeasureably tall bamboo. Surely, this would serve as an appropriate time and place to rest, before escaping ever farther.
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The alarm had been the death of her. It wasnât that she wasnât used to alarms (back in the facility, alarms were a thing to alert when experimenting time was up). It wasnât as if she was woken from her slumber as well. When all was said and done and she was explained by some voice about the other copy, Kachina was of course confused. Her copy had lived a lie? Thinking this was their home? How awful was that. To believe everything you knew to be real was fake.Â
If they die. So will you.Â
The voice had spoken about an app and whipping out her phone, she checked it.
THATâS how she ended up here. Once she had left the house and started in search for her copy, she was greeted by chaos. Not to Isola itself (kind of), but just to the people. Copies, originals.Â
She had spotted herâs and was able to confront her. This copy Kachina had a little brother. Little brother gripped by her hand in a protective way and she yelled, DEMANDING Kachina to stand back and not approach. âW-Wait! I have to talk to you!â but the copy Kachina didnât give her time and bolted. Human copy Kachina was quick on her feet and strong enough to carry the little boy in her arms and sprint off.Â
Kachina had thought the copy Kachina and the boy were alone and just when she managed to catch up and grab hold of them both, those two were yanked by someone FAMILIAR.Â
What? Karl?
And just like that, they were running far. Again
âHOLD on! STOP!â Kachina yells, chasing after her.Â
Bzzzp!
The phone vibrates. Checking it and realizing it was Karl, she lifts her head up in the direction the three ran off to, âNone of this makes any sense.â Indeed.Â
Text: KARL! Iâm fine! I THINK I FOUND YOUR COPY!
Holdonaminute
âSHE WHAT?â
Having to actually put in some effort to stopping himself, Karl grabbed onto the nearest object he could find, luckily being no taller than a mailbox, only hitting his chest on impact. He wouldnât lie, that stung a little. Releasing the grip of the hammer to let it hang, Karl would put both hands to that device, rapidly typing away at the keyboard in a flurry to get information on their whereabouts.Â
[KarlFran] Where was it heading? [KarlFran] Was it armed? [KarlFran] Did it say anything? [KarlFran] Are you absolutely sure youâre okay?
For someone who has said they lead legions into battle, technically died before, and has fought things that would give normal people the fiercest of nightmares, he was acting rather concerned about this whole endeavor. Sure, that app on their phones would tell them where their doppelgangers were, but thatâs not entirely helpful when upwards of 100 other doppelgangers were also on the run.
//starter for @mxonkxssâ
With the hook at the rear of Ghal Maraz sitting atop his shoulder, almost fitting around it, while kept firm on the hilt with his right hand, Karl was in a sprint towards those woods. Phone held in his left hand like a vice-grip, looking back and forth at the included map to ensure he was heading the right direction. Regardless of how long heâs lived in the city, or how accurate that map on his device may be, he could never be too sure.
One thing he did expect, is that this was not a task he could accomplish on his own. Even if he could take down Chaos Champions, Ork Warbosses, Undead Lords, and massive beasts in single combat, that was his biggest concern. Regardless of what his âdoubleâ remembers or not, Karl was fighting himself. He could only expect to be fighting the exact same expertise of combat that he is, and he would need assistance.
Swiping to the side, heâd pop open the messaging service, frantically typing away at it with his thumb. Having to do both that, and look up now and again to not end up slamming his head into a pole.
[KarlFran] Kachina? [KarlFran] Are you well?

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//starter for @ingoldentent
Ghal Maraz hanging at his side, grasped in his right hand, Karl stalking the shrouded treeline with a high degree of cautiousness. He was not alien to having fought in dense forests, the Wood Elves obviously took to fighting in them extremely well, though these were different. It felt, oddly calming. The mist, despite looking heavy and imposing, was almost contradictory in its composition. It was dense, but not thick. Seeming less like a foreboding shadow and more like a curtain on a window. Not difficult to deal with, but still blocking what lay behind it.
Though, some of those feelings would come to pass, as despite being as cautious as he was, the inhabitants of a foreign land would always have the advantage, regardless of how âgoodâ you may be. Those piercing red eyes, like daggers in the mist, followed by the thundering pounds of their feet. Pushing its way through the trees, though not a single one turning over or breaking, standing firm through all of the force placed upon it.
âItâs never easy, is it?â Karl sighed, bringing his hammer to bear, grabbing at its hilt with both hands, itâs runes slowly coming to life.
Subversion : Expansion Pack 2 event info
Karlâs copy has taken the chance to run and hide into the Mistwood, with intentions of hiding, and dying if he must, inside the grand castle that lay within.
It is only fitting that a ruler would pass or submit in their throne room.
With planned discussion to the mods at hand, I intend on having the copy under the corruption of the evils of Karlâs home land. Due to having forgotten his past life, and not steeling his mentality against them, the fingers of the Gods of Chaos have seeped into his mind, turning him into an even more of a ticking time bomb.
If youâre at all interested in joining in on the hunt, and looking for assistance in your own, like this post for Karlâs participation.
Iâll be capping this at two, as Iâm also planning alongside two players already.
The Emperor Awakens
Settling down into his bed for the night, Karl turned off the small light set at his bedside table, turning his covers appropriately and laying himself down for a good nights rest. The Workday was done, and he had his plans in regards to lessons written and made for the next week, so he had ample time to prepare for further endeavors at the University. The only thing that was unusual, granted out of sight as he fell into slumber, was that collectors piece he got from a friend in the Historical Society, that Hammer. A slight, gold aura forming âround its shape.
As the night reached its apex, whatever dream he had the pleasure of having was quickly replaced, replaced with the portrait of a city, an old city. Buildings ablaze, made a ruin of, and craters from explosions littering the land. Swordsmen, Knights, and a menagerie of other medieval troopers, displayed in the most grotesque of ways. Either killed in battle, left unidentifiable due to unknown means, or burnt to a crisp. They lay motionless, but their screams resounding in his head, as though something inside his own skull was trying to break out. The only relief, being the darkness that soon followed, it brought upon by one, familiar set of fluorescent blue eyes, a shriek shattering his resolve, before it fell to a deep, dark, silence. ____________________________________________________________
As that alarm sounded, Karl would jump up from his laying state, face and hair slick with his own sweat as he was thrust from his torturous slumber. His hands rapidly feeling about him to make sure the dream had ended, that he was truly there, and thankfully he was. His breath rapid, his head pulsing in pain as his phone vibrated on his bedside table. Reaching for it, heâd swing his legs over the side of his bed, reading through the attached message, slowly, face contorting into one of pure disbelief as he continued on.
âWhat in...Sigmarâs name...?â
It was clear whatever pleasant times he had, were abruptly brought to an end. The drums were sounding, and it was time to march to their beat. Taking his two favorite jackets, unfortunately due to need and their ingredient, heâd grab a kitchen knife and scissors from the shared kitchen in the home. Sleeves removed from them, cut in half, and then cut into fours. Two layers of âfashionâ leather, four sets, one each on the top of his forearms, and the same on his upper arms. Bound down with string from a sowing needle. The vests, one covered in adhesive, and then covered in rolled up sheets and pillowcases, before placing the second vest around that. A cheap, but effective, gambeson replica.
Hand, wrapping around the hilt of his favored hammer, its weight familiar, its texture, familiar. This was not a collectors item, it never was and was never meant to even be considered as something so lowly. This, was the last remaining piece from his home, and it was the piece that would begin the puzzle of putting it back together, whenever that may be, Bursting out that front door, heâd squint at the early morning light, looking off in the direction, that âHeâ had gone.
âSigmar, preserve us.â
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ALRIGHT NOW IM BEING SERIOUS THIS TIME
After handling some intensive business in my life during and after the holidays, alongside successfully getting transferred to a university with a healthy department in my career field. I can safely say that I am now able to put forth more time on Karlâs blog, and with Isola Radiale as a whole.
Especially since Karl has a job at the University.
Biggest hurdle would probably having got a new computer, and the old one kicking the bucket, so losing all your files is always fun.
Currently capping this at three, I am looking to play in this new event, alongside possibly receive a little help in working out an interesting way to working Karlâs story under the events rules.
Godspeed, lads!

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Okay yeah.
Pretty sure a month is a good enough of a break for this one.
Expect me to start working on this blog again next year.
Finals: over
Smash: played
Pants after Joker Smash announcement: changed and cleaned
I have threads to make now
//Nothing got flagged on Karl's blog, dab
Wanted to post this, regardless of it showing up on the IR blog or not.
It is Finals Week where I am. I have been silent due to preparation, and will be silent until all exams have concluded. Thank you for your understanding, and good luck to all those also having their final exams.
//Starter call for general interaction for all Isola group members! //I couldnât find a good image, whether it be me being tired, or not really looking this early in the morning, so have a :Moon2s:. This call will be capped at 3! If you have threads youâd like to get going again, please let me know!

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ââInsert Clever Word for Time Skip Here.ââ
Dropping the head of Ghal Maraz into the sand, Karl would let himself fall on top of a nearby picnic table, panting, and just attempting to catch his breath after spending longer than he wouldâve liked fighting off hordes of undead. Maybe, just maybe, the rest of his armor made it a little bit easier for the man to fight the eldritch horrors that populated his home. Ghal Maraz seemed a hell of alot heavier than he remembered.
âIâm of the opinion I could go a good while without another invasion of sorts.â He says, looking back over to Kachina, wherever she would be. âAm I alone on that?â
The whole time they were fighting off the baddies, Kachina was worried. Understandbly so, of course. While Karl had no idea, anything couldâve happened. In fact, there had been multiple times she almost turned against Karl. Lunacy had no sense of who was who. Whoever was in her way, whoever was seen would get the beat down. Finally though, everything was over. The creatures that rose from the ground (more like water) disappeared back into the nothingness. Just dirt and such. The ghosts that tormented and possessed the innocence also vanished as if they had never existed. It was over and that meant Karl and Kachina could get a breather. Sheâs not as tired. Never truly showed signs of exhaustion, really. Still, you can say sheâs DAMN relieved that it was all over.Â
Sheâs plopped right on the ground and her attention is up at Karl when he speaks. Giggling, she shrugs, âWHO knows? There might be the next invasion tomorrow.â Sheâs only JOKING. Still, she wouldnât be surprised if the guys who owns this place threw a curve ball like that at them.Â
Karl wish he had that ability, to not grow exhausted or tired. It'd make his job easier, and dealing with perils and events such of those they had just participated in. Regardless of that or not, the man was always on watch. Be it actions of villainous intent others intend to bring upon the populace, monsters and ghouls coming from nowhere, or the ever present machinations of Chaos that plagued his homeland. He wasn't even an officer, but being who and what he was, it was a sense of duty.
However, that didn't apply too much at the moment, because that exact force that had threatened the populace had dissapeared just as soon as they *did* appear. It was almost like fighting the Von Carsteins and their undead legions, if they had no sense of unity and only hunted rather than fought, if that made sense.
"If that is infact the case-" the man chuckled, rolling onto his side, and propping his head up on his arm. "-I don't think i'd mind having you at my side once more. You were quite the person to be put alongside on a field such as this, and you have my thanks in being so."
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What she had in her head was correct, that was his exact intention, along with anything else deemed necessary. Should he succeed, itâd be an achievement that could be sat on the shelf next to the achievement of holding of a Norsca invasion. Though one of those achievements wouldnât involve him having to swing at anything, unless they accidentally learned how to read a spell, which has happened to lords back home more than heâd like to admit.
âIâve noticed that. Any that Iâve fought I can dispatch, but most take more than one or two swings, regardless of how much force I put behind it.â He said, peeking just above the girl before him, opting to keep low for now.
âYour abilities, anything that use fire? Or anything that could be described as fire?â He asked, ducking back down.
âYou handle the ones on the ground and Iâll figure out the ones in the air.â The zombies were for sure going to be a tad bit easier to handle. All one had to do was hit them hard enough, and Karl seemed to know what he was doing. He knew how to fight. She was more worried about the ghost. Normal attacks wouldnât do anything, but what about something of an attack from the moon. âNuh-Uh, no fire.â She may sound nonchalant, as if it didnât bother her, but fireâŚFire was something she was a bit fearful of. Funny how she feared nothing, But feared fire.Â
Sheâs ducked with him, keeping herself unseen. âI canât make fire, but thereâs other things I can do. Iâm sure those ghostly things are weak against something other than fire, too.â Sheâs been keeping a look out. And watching how people would not only attack them with fire, but what seemed like water was interesting. âI think theyâre weak against waterâŚor holy water, too.âÂ
------Insert Clever Word for Time Skip Here.------
Dropping the head of Ghal Maraz into the sand, Karl would let himself fall on top of a nearby picnic table, panting, and just attempting to catch his breath after spending longer than he wouldâve liked fighting off hordes of undead. Maybe, just maybe, the rest of his armor made it a little bit easier for the man to fight the eldritch horrors that populated his home. Ghal Maraz seemed a hell of alot heavier than he remembered.
âIâm of the opinion I could go a good while without another invasion of sorts.â He says, looking back over to Kachina, wherever she would be. âAm I alone on that?â