Roleplay Rise of the Fallen (RP Thread)

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

(Sorry for the late response.  Been moving and without Internet.)

 

It surprised the Gray that Liquel bounced back so quickly from her attack.  Two more clones had taken place of the one she'd decimated, fully charged and ready to get their revenge upon that of the fallen.  A grunt escaped Irena as she uprooted her scythe from the ground and blocked the first clone's attack, though another sprung forward and was upon her in a heartbeat.  Quickly she brought her scythe to block it, but the first clone's scythe--no longer being held by her own--managed to graze her shoulder, splitting her gray skin as ruby-red blood began to emerge to the surface.  She bit her lip, though was going to treat it as nothing while fending these clones off for her life.

 

She was so desperate to show them, so determined to win for her clan.  Things were beginning to look a bit useless, however, as all four began to approach.  The Gray closed her eyes as she brought her palms together, warmth visibly forming around her as she focused her energy.  With that she beat her fist into the ground, and a shield of flames swirled into existence around her, creating a sort of dome.  This would not last for more than about thirty seconds without depleting her energy sources completely dry, but it was enough to hopefully cause the clones to bounce back or, even better, harm them.  It also bought her a little bit of time.  She hoped that the newcomer would have some skills or ideas up his sleeve, else they were completely toast.

[Vaude 536]

- Tolan - The Moonlight Hunters - In battle alongside Kaspar -

 

"Disappointing..." Tolan spoke as he saw what became of Absalom, a dead husk cut in half. Scoffing at Kaspar's remarks about the brother of said god. As Tolan shrugged. "I didn't expect him to die from that, I expected more...as for your question, it'l depend on him." Tolan replied to Kaspar in a gruff tone of voice. As Tolan picked up his blade and lifed it over his shoulder with one hand.

 

However things happened fast, Kaspar was hit by a dark arrow as Tolan reacted too slowly, surprised. "Are you alrigh-" Tolan was interrupted by  Ahinoam's anger. "Great..." Tolan cursed under his breath. Only barely avoiding the arrow shot at him from Ahinoam, sense just as intact as his prime, however his body was clearly slower, the arrow didn't hit him, but it passed just by his left arm, cutting it as it flew. Darkness stung his arm, but Tolan had just the thing.

 

Placing his sword on his back and channeling Moonlight onto his right hand, he pressed his hand upon the wound, as clear burn sounds and pained grunts could be heard from him. Moonlight gave off a burning sensation, after all it was raw power. However said raw power had the distinct trait of removing most ailments, especialy elemental ones. Within a few seconds the wound was fully cauterized, the darkness gone from his arm. But he now had a small burn mark on his arm for a time. This would go out with time.

 

"You were too busy fighting undead husks to help your poor little brother." Tolan began taunting the god, as he returned to his stance, taking his sword off his back and holding it in front of him, pointing it towards Ahinoam. "You couldn't save him, how does it feel?" Tolan's voice changing from tough taunting to just plain serious, after all Tolan had gone through losing a loved one before...

 

- Kaspar, fighting Ahinoam alongside Tolan -

 

Ahinoam snarled at Tolan, his anger loosening from his mind and his face twisting into a dangerous blend of calm and restlessness.  He was assured he would kill the two lesser beings in revenge, and revenge he would get.

 

"Do not think you can stand tall and patronise me, gnat.  While you are mighty enough to best my brother, he will arise again, whereas your race die and stay dead.  Yes, I sense and see on your face your loss.  How pitiable it is your fallen comrades cannot come back similarly, yet how beneficial it is for me.  A few less insects to have irk that way."

 

Kaspar would have none of Ahinoam's rebuttal, setting a hand upon the volcanic stone he was on and casting upon it a Hadean contract.  A dark script with green runes flowed out, spiralling into a wide magic circle complete with a hexagram.  Ahinoam leapt out of the area in surprise, and it was a good thing he did.  Malevolent spirits erupted from the ground, their ghostly hands momentarily grasping for him needingly before disappearing.

 

"Insult my clanmates at your own risk, dark one," Kaspar spoke through gritted teeth, rising from the ground and feeling the blow on his magic and his own spirit.  He looked over to Tolan.  "Whatever this one endured, I endured ten times over."

 

"You have fire and you have determination to continue living if so, but you lack something crucial," Ahinoam simply stated, darkness emanating from his exposed skin like black flames.  "Let's see what you are made of without your corpses."

 

Darkness shot forth from Ahinoam's hands, one inky blast heading toward Tolan in spiralling energy and a matching one headed for Kaspar.  The necromancer rolled out of the way, his robe now filthy but his entire self out of danger.  Tolan probably could do the same.  The energy moved slow, but blocking was either difficult or impossible.

 

Ahinoam prepared himself for counterattack in the meantime, keeping an eagle eye on the necromancer.  Tolan had speed and strength whereas Kaspar concentrated on distraction.  Kill the latter and he could potentially best Tolan in a one-on-one conflict.  If not, there was always next time.

[Arya Stark 1,337]

Infern watched as Zion began to summon yet more power. She'd easily dodged his last, but if he could get a hit off while she was doing that charging thing then he believed he could deal some damage. He continued to just charge at her, with few cares in the world. Hak meanwhile was still recovering and getting a grip on her own maneuvers. But she perceived Zion and Infern's dance, turning to look. As Zion released, Infern laughed, and soared over the wave, not knowing that Hak was in the line of fire. Hak fortunately, dipped down swiftly, so that the massive attack missed her as well. Infern summoned several fireballs and hurled them towards Zion as Hak turned her direction from down to straight up towards Zion. She drew daggers from nowhere, and dashed towards Zion from the opposite direction of the fireballs.

~

Iuit shrugged. It was the lesson the humans needed. And if they would continue to be stubborn then there was little he could do about that. Just best to end this poor man's life swiftly, before he became more of a problem. "I do all of this because Dayben ordered us to. That was the reason he gave, and it is quite good enough for me." Iuit said simply. He was still moving towards Henry, the outstretched hand doing nothing to stop his momentum. He watched Henry's hand move to the blade and he chuckled softly. A blade, how novel. It was at that moment that Hak and Infern's dodges lead to Iuit taking the brunt of the blast from Zion. A shockwave crushed the ground, creating a small crater at Iuit's feet, or at least where they would have been. Viridem covered her eyes from the dust, and tried her best to make out what happened to the god. He must have taken some real injuries considering the blast. But, as the dust cleared, Iuit stood perfectly fine. He looked a little healthier to be completely honest. His skin glowed with white light, and his pearly teeth grinned like a crocodile. He raised his fists, now glowing with the same light energy that Zion used. Without warning, Iuit charged at Henry, laying down a barrage of rapid punches.

~

As the four clones rushed towards Irena, scythes soon to be swung, the dome of flames arose. They could not shift their momentum, and all collided with it. As they moved out of the flames, only one remained, a tight grimace on his face, and panting. Liquel's clones had vanished, stolen from him by the heat of the flames. However, he would not back down. He still rushed forward, and brought his scythe down in a wide swing. He created another clone behind Irena who fell from the air, bringing its own scythe down in a similar vertical swing.

~

Ryonne reached his hand out as Seth lurched forward, aiming to stop the blacksmith from being a moron. Such a head on confrontation would not serve anyone any good. His eyes shot to the girl, who was now watching with similar disbelief. King Aleksandr watched Seth too, and a passing expression of inquisition passed over his mind. He had the power here, and to defy his will by attempting to block the gods was treason at worst, a terrible slight at best. But Aleksandr listened politely. The Gods looked to the King, questions in their eyes. What to do next? And really, questions were in most of the eyes in the hall. Ryonne caught the eyes of one particular man, a noble judging by his position in the ballroom. He was cloaked, and his face was hard to see, but still, the glint of a smirk did not miss Ryonne's gaze. "Discontent has already brewed in my halls Seth Astreal, and I intend to ensure it does not spread further. Force and fear is a common language we all speak, for when words fail our instincts will not. Continue on." Aleksandr barked. One of the Gods shoved Seth hard, intending to knock him to the ground, then turned and headed with his partner towards the girl, whose disbelief seemed to turn to terror. She tried to push her way out of the crowd, but it was packed, and some refused to let her go. Ryonne darted down the side of the ballroom, in hopes to make his way to the back and to the girl before the Gods could.

~

 Phato ran as swiftly as she could, though her injured calf prevented her from doing as she wished. The arrow whistled past her head, taking a lock of hair with it, and Phato turned, glancing towards her opponent. She raised her hand, and let off a quick spell. "Vulcan!" She cried, and a ball of flame erupted from her hand towards Rabiyu. Without another glance, Phato continued her sprint towards the vault. Unfortunately for Rabiyu, that was not the only thing that would come to do her harm. The swiftest of the civilians was now behind Rabiyu and swung a heavy punch aimed at the Lady of the Mist's stomach. A few other civilians ran past Rabiyu, headed towards Phato.

 

Meanwhile, Mack's gun went flying from his hand, disarmed by Rabiyu's well-placed shot. He growled, and his arm went to his cloak from which he pulled a short sword. He began to move towards Brenainn, not wishing to waste more time with the gun. Fierro took the hit from the staff like the champ, though he spit out blood, he held on tight. When Brenainn's spell came from the staff, Fierro let go and dived backwards, though not quick enough as the binding spell made contact with his ankle, pulling him to the ground. Mack was having none of it, as he swung his blade, slicing through the magical rope that struck at him. It fell to the ground useless. Mack was tired of this already. He'd been prepared yes, but that didn't make these loyalists any less infuriating. He stepped forward, raising his blade threateningly towards Brenainn as Fierro combated the binding spell on the ground.

[Elrandir 783]

Rabiyu - In the Treasury

 

Just before Rabiyu fully materialized, a fireball was flying towards her, she quickly moved out of the way before she regained her physical form.
"Curses," she said, readying her bow for another shot, "Just a tad more to the side and I will take her do-"
Then one of the civilians had the chance to land a punch on her stomach, knocking the air out of her. She quickly grabbed his arm and looked at him square in the eye.
"Such a pity," Rabiyu said flatly, "to join with these traitors. It was not the best choice, and now you will face the consequences."
It took only but a moment until the whisperings began, whisperings that could only be heard by the Elf's victim. It began as a faint cold feeling that was slowly spreading from his feet towards his head, the colors seemingly turning grey, the truth was that the civilian was being turned into stone with forbidden dark magic, one spell simply known as The Silencing. Rabiyu had to focus really hard to contain the power of the spell into a single being instead of it spreading around all the building, it was taking a lot of her concentration to do that. In a matter of seconds the other elf was gone, eternally encased in a stone prison. Rabiyu then shot a few more arrows towards the rest of the civilians that were following Phato, not to kill them, only to incapacitate them, before she ran further into the building, she wasn't going to let anyone bring harm to the Kingdom, not while she was still able to do something about it. The spellcaster was slower thanks to the damage she had done before, Rabiyu knew that she had to use that injure to her advantage.

[Clouded Sun 1,232]

-Seth - Aleksandr's Ballroom-

 

 

 

 

Seth was having a hard time thinking, growling after nearly tumbling over from one of the Gods that pushed past him.

 

 

His options were limited and the time ran short... Seth could leave Ryonne and the girl to be hardbroiled, the Gods surely on their tail after Ryonne ran after her. Turn a blind eye.

They could fight the gods... but that was an extremely desperate and stupid option. He knew Ryonne wasn't nearly strong enough to defeat the Gods, let alone fend off two of them for more than five minutes. Neither could Seth himself, for that matter. And starting a brawl in such a place could take innocent lives.

Seth could try to scatter the crowd, but he needed a flame, and something under the roof to hit to mitigate casualties. But that was a long shot; everything in Aleksandr's ballroom seemed way too lavish and not flammable enough to cause enough commotion to move everyone out of the ball in so little time...

 

 

 

Seth couldn't make out the outcome... He rushed through the crowd, shoving past everyone he could to get to Ryonne and her.

Edited November 28, 2016 by Clouded Sun

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

- Henry - The Dark blade - Facing down against Luit - 

 

Henry shrugged with a frown on his face, "Great. Im talking with a mindless pawn." He spoke sighing, disappointed that this god, no, this thing's motivation for genocide was just so much as a simple order of dayben, presumably their leader. Henry stared luit down, preparing himself for an obvious attack from the god, he was not about to start the fight, rather make Luit attack him unprovoked, this was always better, claiming self defense after all. 

 

Henry was surprised, but not moved by Zion's blast hitting Luit head on, Henry did not need to shield himself from the dust, as he knew he was far enough away for it not to be a problem, his eyes narrowed as he saw Luit, intact, and in fact, stronger because of the blast, the god's energy readings spiked as Henry sensed it. Henry's serious face turned into a small chuckle, as he gripped his blade. 

 

Henry's aura reading allowed him to predict Luit's charge, but not block all the punches, while he blocked and deflected some of the attacks with his longsword, some still striked true, bringing some pain, but not wounding him heavily, while Luit kept on attacking, Henry's blocking rate kept going up, once he got the pattern down on the barrage, it was simple to block. Though the sheer speed still allowed some to hit him through his defenses.

 

Henry concentrated his energy into his off hand, as he stepped forward at Luit, deflecting one of the god's punch to the side, as Henry had concentrated a large ammount of his energy on his off hand's palm, and Luit's arm was held by Henry's sword, this allowed Henry to slam his open palm into Luit's chest. Filled with raw darkness energy. An attack dubbed 'Armor splitter' by Henry himself, as he landed the palm strike a large explosion was caused from the impact. Creating yet another cloud of smoke. This attack served not only as a counter action, but also a evasive one, as the force launched Henry back, sending him away from the cloud of smoke at some distance from Luit, wheter he was damaged or not.

 

- Tolan - The Moonlight Warrior - Facing Ahinoam alongside Kaspar -

 

"We may not come back true, but each one of their passing bolsters our resolve." Tolan spoke as his eyes glowed with power, moonlight flowing around him again, he was charging power as he spoke with Ahinoam and Kaspar, this fact was clear.

"And that same resolve is what is going to be your downfall this day Ahinoam." Tolan spoke, actualy saying the god's name for once. Not as an act of respect, nor insulting, but to show that he was truly serious on his statement. He would not stop, until all gods were dead at his feet, or at the very least defeated. The deaths of the innocents and his grandaughter...it was his true motivation for this. And he would not back down.

 

Tolan saw the blast, heading towards him and kaspar at the same time, Kaspar rolled away as Tolan charged his blade with magic, before swinging it around him, at the very moment the blast was about to hit, Tolan could not block it, and at this point it was too late to dodge, true, but what if he could redirect it entirely with his moon magic along with it?

 

Tolan swung around himself at the blast as moonlight followed the blade it seemed to deflect and redirect the blast, this took a few seconds, but Tolan had fully created a vortex of both Ahinoam's blast's energy, but also moonlight, spiraling around him uncontrollably, powerful, destructive, such is the nature of darkness, even more so when combined with a raw power that was moonlight.

 

Soon breaking his spiraling motion and thrusting his sword forward in Ahinoam's direction, the god's blast was now launched back at him, alongside a healthy dose of moonlight magic,for more damage. THe god would have a hard time dodging or blocking. As the blast was quicker than his, moonlight was pretty fast when thrown in projectiles anyway. 

[Vaude 536]

 

 

Phato ran as swiftly as she could, though her injured calf prevented her from doing as she wished. The arrow whistled past her head, taking a lock of hair with it, and Phato turned, glancing towards her opponent. She raised her hand, and let off a quick spell. "Vulcan!" She cried, and a ball of flame erupted from her hand towards Rabiyu. Without another glance, Phato continued her sprint towards the vault. Unfortunately for Rabiyu, that was not the only thing that would come to do her harm. The swiftest of the civilians was now behind Rabiyu and swung a heavy punch aimed at the Lady of the Mist's stomach. A few other civilians ran past Rabiyu, headed towards Phato.

 

Meanwhile, Mack's gun went flying from his hand, disarmed by Rabiyu's well-placed shot. He growled, and his arm went to his cloak from which he pulled a short sword. He began to move towards Brenainn, not wishing to waste more time with the gun. Fierro took the hit from the staff like the champ, though he spit out blood, he held on tight. When Brenainn's spell came from the staff, Fierro let go and dived backwards, though not quick enough as the binding spell made contact with his ankle, pulling him to the ground. Mack was having none of it, as he swung his blade, slicing through the magical rope that struck at him. It fell to the ground useless. Mack was tired of this already. He'd been prepared yes, but that didn't make these loyalists any less infuriating. He stepped forward, raising his blade threateningly towards Brenainn as Fierro combated the binding spell on the ground.

Rabiyu - In the Treasury

 

Just before Rabiyu fully materialized, a fireball was flying towards her, she quickly moved out of the way before she regained her physical form.
"Curses," she said, readying her bow for another shot, "Just a tad more to the side and I will take her do-"
Then one of the civilians had the chance to land a punch on her stomach, knocking the air out of her. She quickly grabbed his arm and looked at him square in the eye.
"Such a pity," Rabiyu said flatly, "to join with these traitors. It was not the best choice, and now you will face the consequences."
It took only but a moment until the whisperings began, whisperings that could only be heard by the Elf's victim. It began as a faint cold feeling that was slowly spreading from his feet towards his head, the colors seemingly turning grey, the truth was that the civilian was being turned into stone with forbidden dark magic, one spell simply known as The Silencing. Rabiyu had to focus really hard to contain the power of the spell into a single being instead of it spreading around all the building, it was taking a lot of her concentration to do that. In a matter of seconds the other elf was gone, eternally encased in a stone prison. Rabiyu then shot a few more arrows towards the rest of the civilians that were following Phato, not to kill them, only to incapacitate them, before she ran further into the building, she wasn't going to let anyone bring harm to the Kingdom, not while she was still able to do something about it. The spellcaster was slower thanks to the damage she had done before, Rabiyu knew that she had to use that injure to her advantage.

 

 

 

- Brenainn Loth, within the Treasury and contested by the rebels Fierro and Mack -

 

Brenainn scrambled to his feet the moment he saw the opportunity, grateful that the binding spell had at least worked on one of his opponents, most especially the one that pinned him down.  He leaned on his staff, feeling a bit sapped of breath, but still uttering another "Bind!" to keep the ensnared Fierro down and out of the fight.

 

"Stop struggling.  You seem more decent than for what I previously gave you credit.  Don't throw a peaceful parley away," he chided Fierro, hoping the man would calm down with another cord of magic encasing him.

 

He turned his sight to Mack, the rebel holding his blade high in quite the scary manner.  He swallowed and switched his stance, defensively twirling his staff and lowly uttering an Elvish barkskin spell should things get physical.  Along both of his arms, a tough and heavy protective coating of bark lay ready to catch blades and hold them.  It wasn't fancy, and perhaps Mack knew of the spell, but barkskin had not often failed Brenainn.

 

"See reason, young one!" the half-elf voiced over the throng around him, the noise gradually softening as innocents ran further in or out of the Treasury.  "There are much better ways with far less bloodshed to make a point and achieve your goal."

 

 

 

 

- Tolan - The Moonlight Warrior - Facing Ahinoam alongside Kaspar -

 

"We may not come back true, but each one of their passing bolsters our resolve." Tolan spoke as his eyes glowed with power, moonlight flowing around him again, he was charging power as he spoke with Ahinoam and Kaspar, this fact was clear.

"And that same resolve is what is going to be your downfall this day Ahinoam." Tolan spoke, actualy saying the god's name for once. Not as an act of respect, nor insulting, but to show that he was truly serious on his statement. He would not stop, until all gods were dead at his feet, or at the very least defeated. The deaths of the innocents and his grandaughter...it was his true motivation for this. And he would not back down.

 

Tolan saw the blast, heading towards him and kaspar at the same time, Kaspar rolled away as Tolan charged his blade with magic, before swinging it around him, at the very moment the blast was about to hit, Tolan could not block it, and at this point it was too late to dodge, true, but what if he could redirect it entirely with his moon magic along with it?

 

Tolan swung around himself at the blast as moonlight followed the blade it seemed to deflect and redirect the blast, this took a few seconds, but Tolan had fully created a vortex of both Ahinoam's blast's energy, but also moonlight, spiraling around him uncontrollably, powerful, destructive, such is the nature of darkness, even more so when combined with a raw power that was moonlight.

 

Soon breaking his spiraling motion and thrusting his sword forward in Ahinoam's direction, the god's blast was now launched back at him, alongside a healthy dose of moonlight magic,for more damage. The god would have a hard time dodging or blocking. As the blast was quicker than his, moonlight was pretty fast when thrown in projectiles anyway. 

 

 

 

- Kaspar, currently locked in combat alongside Tolan and against Ahinoam -

 

Ahinoam frowned as he saw the deflection and redirection of his energy, Tolan once again gaining his full attention.  He amassed darkness energy again to act as a deterring shield, and leaped to the side behind its cover.  Unfortunately for the god, his left forearm was reduced to singed flesh once Tolan's attack burst through the wall of energy.  He certainly would not fire off any more arrows with such a grisly wound.  However, he fought back the pain and he fired off an intense and focused beam of darkness at Kaspar.

 

Kaspar narrowly dodged with his life, the beam of darkness much like a sword that cut horizontally through the air.  His cowl could not be considered too lucky, however, a sizable chunk removed from the rest of his clothing, and Kaspar decided to forego his head's covering.

 

From inside the cowl was a horrible face, one atrophied beyond aging and a sickening, pasty grey whiter than for what his race was known.  Sunken eyes peered out from sunken orbits, and the flash of white teeth met Ahinoam in the form of a grimace.

 

"Well dodged, ugly," Ahinoam praised, gaining a little amusement from Kaspar's looks through the burning pain of moonlight energy.  "You react well for a bag of dying flesh, but your powers of perception are limited to what you see and what you sense, am I correct?  Dodge this."

 

Primal darkness was sent into the ground with a punch from Ahinoam's right arm, its corruptive nature weakening the rock's structure and supplanting it.  Kaspar tried sensing it, but like before he found himself unable.  The fell magic had no signature, nothing to tell him that it was there, and strafing closer from the right proved useless.  The ground exploded from the area where the necromancer was into black flames and corrupted earth, each attacking his skin and harming in like.

 

Writhing, Kaspar fought to right himself, struggling to make his way closer to Tolan.  As much as it annoyed him, his fellow Grey was his best chance of survival.  Ahinoam scoffed and readied another beam, powerful magic set to be loosed at the opening of his palm.

 

"That's right.  Creep, you worm."

 

((Feel free to finish the fight in one or two posts, Scrap.  I'm sure Tolan would love the satisfaction of pounding him and Kaspar would be fine with Ahinoam's obliteration.))

[Nero Kunivas 3,046]

- Anthony Hackett - Grey Lands, Volcanic Battleground -

 

Anthony was eager to teach this God the meaning of pain in explicit detail, but for the time being, Irena was handling the clones well, her Dome of Flame doing away with them in short order, yet the true God himself still stood, his foul expression telling of his feelings. This was not over. The God produced another clone to attack Irena's protection along with him, the impact of both of their scythes was sure to do a number on it, or worse, break it.

 

The clone could be dealt with easily, so Anthony braced himself and charged towards his target: The real Liquel, to intercept his attack with a overhead smash, yet the attack itself was aimed at the God's Scythe, not Liquel...he wanted to take his time with him, though the safety of Irena remained in his mind too.

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

Things were looking rather grim for the redhead.  Her protective dome of flames would only hold briefly, and the god before her--along with his clones--were relentless.  The dome did indeed knock them back, yet it hardly seemed to affect them in the long run.  In only moments one of Liquel's forms--whether it be the original or clone, Irena was not certain--took a wide swing at her dome.  Such friction would cause it to break, sending sparks everywhere and barely allowing the young woman enough time to defend herself.  It was then that the stranger took the blow for her, striking the God's scythe and perhaps doing more damage than she could have alone.

 

Who is he? Irena couldn't help but muse to herself.  And why is he so interested in helping me?  Perhaps it was because her being alive would strengthen their odds of winning, or maybe it was because he couldn't see another being fall to the hands of the gods.  Either way, Irena was not going to rebuke his help, and his aid was certainly sparing her life.

 

From the corner of her eye she saw the shadow of the clone hover above her, and in that instant Irena released the dome of flames and parried the clone's attack from behind; her scythe's handle bore the curved blade of her enemy.  She threw her weight into the blow to hopefully knock the clone back before getting a running start around the clone.  Her scythe's tip scraped the raw ground, its tip glowing a bright orange before finally igniting.  She swung it horizontally in the direction of the clone, fire dancing along both sides of her weapon's blade.  Hopefully Anthony would be able to keep the other Liquel occupied while she finished her fight with this menace.

[Arya Stark 1,337]

Iuit had kept up the barrage as long as he could, and likely could have gone longer, but his opponent had some measure of skill. And durability. Iuit was impressed that the mortal was taking so many of the hits and scarcely blinking. Henry deflected one of his blows, and got in a palm strike. Iuit's punches ceased, and he took a step back, the concussive force making him stumble slightly. But he stood still, and smiled as a dark aura flowed from his dark skin. If his opponent would not learn, this would be even easier than he thought it would. Unharmed, Iuit charged forward with his shoulder targeting Henry's chest, and upon impact or not, he leaped into the air, coming down with a kick as Henry's own dark energy lashed out at its former master.

~

Liquel was taken by surprise as Anthony came back with a reprise, his scythe destroyed by the man's strike. His clone could not stand up to the assault by Irena either. Now floored by the dual attacks, Liquel sneered at his opponents. "Oh this is not over yet. My play time has just begun!" He cried, a menacing laugh filling the air as he stood up. A veritable army of clones soon surrounded them all, and Liquel smiled again. Then suddenly, something hit him in the back of the neck, and he fell to the floor. He began dissolving away, just as Gods do when killed, and all his clones faded into nothingness. Standing where Liquel once did was a man, tall and with long, spiky hair. A blade was at his waist and a serious expression, a far cry from Liquel's manic one, graced his face.

"I will teach him lessons later about efficiency with opponents." The man said. "For now, I give you both a single chance. Leave now and be spared, for you were worthier than my lieutenant. Else, stay and fight, and meet death."

~

Ryonne pushed through the crowd as quickly as he could, slipping inbetween tables and people. But the Gods were quicker. They reached the girl, and lifted her by the collar. The girl only smiled through gritted teeth. Ryonne reached a hand out, and was about to simply activate his speed magic to reach her in time. Before he could though, another loud commotion sparked from near the front. The hooded noble Ryonne had spotted earlier had stepped up onto a table and dropped a glass of crystal, shattering it on the ground. "This has gone a bit differently than I had intended it to, thanks to you my good blacksmith." The noble gestured towards Seth, and smiled, which was slightly visible from underneath the hood. King Aleksandr was growing increasingly alarmed. He knew that voice, and it was not one that was welcome. "But in the end, it was a demonstration of your King's cruelty. Which it established quite well, once again, thank you sir." The noble continued, waving his hands in grand gestures that ultimately seemed to indicate little more than a large ego. The noble took down his hood, and a handsome blond man stood, his blue eyes dancing with delight. Ryonne's face visibly grew increasingly shocked, as he realized who it was. Nikolai, the lost prince. Aleksandr's face grew hot, and an expression of anger came to him. How dare he show his face! 

"Guards!" He barked, and two more gods emerged from the room behind the high table. "To me!" The ones holding the girl glanced to each other, and her captor drew a fist back, ready to strike when Ryonne moved, launching from his position with incredible speed after whispering his key word, Currere, snatching her from the god's grasp. He landed and moved with her in his arms down the other aisle. The girl whispered to him, in a sweet mocking tone.

"My hero!" Ryonne shook his head as he continued to move towards the side exit, the Gods both in pursuit behind him. He had to take it slower than he could have, the mass amounts of people and obstacles prohibiting him from going full speed. The pair of Gods that had just been summoned were directed towards Nikolai who smiled and blew them a kiss, before taking off sprinting. As he passed Seth he beckoned for him to follow, and he moved towards the side exit Ryonne and the girl were taking.

~

Phato made it to the bank vault, as some of the civilians behind her fell, crippled by Rabiyu's arrows. Phato looked over the vault door for a spare moment, then traced a circle in the air, and pressed her hands together. The preparations for this had occurred earlier in the week, and now it took only a single spell, "Reseravi!", to unlock the door. Phato pushed it open, some of the civilians helping her. It creaked open, and she slipped inside her small brigade of civilians helping her. "Grab as much as you can carry, then go!" She cried to them, then began to do so herself, picking up handfuls of gold and stashing them in her cloak. Her eyes passed over an intricate rod, but she did not pick it up, instead lunging for more gold.

 

Fierro's arms were now bound and though he squirmed he got nowhere. The half-elf warned him to stop struggling, but Fierro knew that only punishment would follow if he were captured by the loyalists. Some of the civilians he'd sent up the stairs to gather other materials were returning. "Around the corner!" He shouted to them directions to where they were supposed to go. They nodded and began to run, escaping through the same wall in the ice wall as the other civilians had before. It would only be a few more moments before militia began to arrive Fierro realized. They'd have to get moving. Meanwhile Mack was not letting up with his blade, slashing and stabbing like there was no tomorrow, bloodlust in his eyes. 

"There didn't have to be bloodshed here! You chose this path my friend, and now you will walk it to the end!" He cried as he hacked at Brenainn.

[Elrandir 783]

Rabiyu - In the Treasury's vault

 

Once Rabiyu finally catched up with the mage and the other civilians she noticed that the vault was opened.
"Rats," she muttered, "This is going to be a nuisance."
The Elf then entered the vault and saw the content that were inside. Said contents consisted mostly of  earthly riches, but one stood up among all, a single rod. There was nothing special about the appearence of said item, but for some reason the Elf felt compelled to grab it, apparently the only thing that mattered to the traitors was the gold. She had to catch the mage, her objective was important since the fate of the Treasury was in jeopardy, but she just had to take that rod, she could feel the power coming from it, and perhaps it would help to turn the tide of the situation.
"Curses," she said to herself, "I hope I do not regret this in the long run."
With a quick movement Rabiyu ran towards the rod, avoiding any piece of rubble and civilian she could. After a few seconds Rabiyu was next to the relic while still watching the mage in front of her.
"I beseech thee, Ancient Spirits of Fire," Rabiyu said as her voice gained a faint echo, "come forth and honor thy blood pact of old, Hellion!"
After finishing the spell, a bright red orb formed in the palm of the Elf's hand, and with one quick movement she threw it towards Phato. The moment the orb made contact with the pile of gold near the mage's feet it bursted into flames, slowly melting the gold around Phato. She then turned her head to look at the rod, her last thought before taking it in her hands was "To hell with the consequences."

Edited December 4, 2016 by Elrandir

[Clouded Sun 1,232]

Seth glanced at the commotion towards the front, as a noble, draped and hooded, had revealed himself. Seth's eyes grew wide; he was no ordinary noble, it seemed. Was he a peasant in disguise? The name rang a familiar tone in his mind... The young man addressed the blacksmith himself, making a mockery of Aleksandr's cruel rule .

He who raises his blade against my foe is an ally. Glancing towards Ryonne, he found consolation in knowing that he'd secured the girl. She was safe. Seth tried to look back at Nikolai, who'd been engaged in a mad dash against two more gods towards a side exit of the King's ballroom. The sly prince beckoned towards the blacksmith, who began to run towards the path he, Ryonne, and the girl were headed to escape.

The gods were no mere mortals, however. Even minor gods who beckoned to Aleksandr's bark would be physically able to catch up to the escapees. Seth had one trick up his sleeve...

"Miscere!" Seth whispered, holding his hand out and pushing past people near food, which had been lighted by small but plentiful fires to keep them warm. He hoped that these would be enough...

"Excitant!" Seth again whispered, throwing his hand towards the ceiling near the chandelier. A short blast of fire, with a booming echo that was just enough to rock the structure, set an already unsteady crowd to begin to scatter in all directions frantically. He hoped his small diversion would avert the pursuing gods, while buying time for those ahead of him to gain ground and perhaps successfully escape. With the little fire power he had left, Seth glowed red hot, pieces of him chipping off as he dissipated into a wisp of smoke, traveling through the bodies of the people, then reforming a small ways away from the other three.

With an accomplished grin, Seth had whispered "Scene!", dashing through the crowd and making his way away.

Edited December 7, 2016 by Clouded Sun

[rikunobodyxiii 700]

Seemingly emerging from Rabiyu's shadow, the Penitent One stalked around to her side. She eyed the Rod for a moment, gave Phato with an appraising look, then bowed to Rabiyu.

"Command?" She asked, her voice hoarse and scratchy, like it hadn't been used in a long time.

[Elrandir 783]

Rabiyu - In the Treasury's vault
"What in the!" The girl yelled in surprise, "Who...What?"
To say that the Elf was slightly confused would be a misunderstanding, but she had other things to worry about for now. Command she had said, which meant she was at HER command, perhaps this was what she needed to save the Treasury.
"You want a command?" She said, "There is a man outside this vault, his name is Brenainn, go and help him take care of the traitors that are fighting against him."
Before Rabiyu let the strange girl go she took one last look around the vault, putting the rod inside her misty cloak for safekeeping.
"On your way there take care of those who took the contents of this vault, do NOT let them leave the Treasury," She said flatly, " and do not kill them, just incapacitate them by any means necessary. They will be brought to the Queen and will face judgement for their actions. Go and fulfill your orders, the mage is mine."

[rikunobodyxiii 700]

{Treasury Vault}

 

The Penitent One's eyes glowed briefly before she bowed in response to Rabiyu's commands. She was unfamiliar with Masters who wanted to keep their enemies alive, but that didn't matter. She had her commands. Without much ceremony, The Penitent One disappeared from her new master's side, teleporting out into the hall.

Stalking down the hall with no sound, the Penitent One paused when two elves came down some stairs, carrying armfuls of items. Identify what she was after, the cursed assassin teleported beside one and tripped him up. As he went down, her knee came up to meet his face, knocking him unconscious. As the second turned to see what had happened, The Penitent One teleported again, reappearing behind her and smashing her head against a wall. With both targets unconscious, The Penitent One continued on.

She finally made it to the entrance, noting two people fighting and one bound. The magic of the Rod ensured no mistake of identity, allowing her to instantly know which was Brenainn. She teleported between her objective and the sword wielding elf, catching the sword in her hands. After treating Mack to a blank look, she shoved on the sword with enough force to cause even a sturdy soldier to stumble. She half turned to Brenainn, giving him an unblinking stare.

"Was sent." The Penitent One rasped. "What are orders?"

[Nero Kunivas 3,046]

 

Liquel was taken by surprise as Anthony came back with a reprise, his scythe destroyed by the man's strike. His clone could not stand up to the assault by Irena either. Now floored by the dual attacks, Liquel sneered at his opponents. "Oh this is not over yet. My play time has just begun!" He cried, a menacing laugh filling the air as he stood up. A veritable army of clones soon surrounded them all, and Liquel smiled again. Then suddenly, something hit him in the back of the neck, and he fell to the floor. He began dissolving away, just as Gods do when killed, and all his clones faded into nothingness. Standing where Liquel once did was a man, tall and with long, spiky hair. A blade was at his waist and a serious expression, a far cry from Liquel's manic one, graced his face.

"I will teach him lessons later about efficiency with opponents." The man said. "For now, I give you both a single chance. Leave now and be spared, for you were worthier than my lieutenant. Else, stay and fight, and meet death."

- Anthony Hackett - Grey Lands, Volcanic Battleground -

 

His attack was a success, the mad God's weapon was broken and he was vulnerable to attack. However, Liquel cried out his words and began laughing as he surrounded Anthony and Irena with more clones, ready to repeat this madness ad nauseum. Anthony braced himself, his greatsword in hand...but ultimately unnecessary as Liquel suddenly stopped as he was struck in the neck and fell to the ground, he and his army of himself dissipating and in place, a man of a greater stature than the lunatic prior to him, who then claimed Liquel was his lieutenant. This newcomer then granted them an opportunity to depart or face his might. Anthony's dour look would be enough to tell what he truly wanted to do were he not wearing his helmet, but this God seemed stronger and more disciplined, then there was Irena to consider.

 

"Hmph, just as I thought the standards of Gods couldn't be lower, you employ madmen like his ilk as your officers..." Anthony snarked at the God, then his hand clenched his blade tighter and his posture tensed. "Now you've the nerve to threaten us, offer us the chance to leave as you continue your slaughter of millions!? Just as you did my empire? And my family?!" His words spat at the God like venom from a snake, he then extended a hand back towards Irena. "Go! Get out of here, help your people...I'll handle this cretin." Anthony declared, hoping Irena would listen to him...he didn't wish to see another die this day, even if he must die to prevent it.

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

One thing stood out firmly in Irena's mind: this god was positively mad.

 

He was seemingly fighting them for sport, for fun.  It didn't seem like the god was taking their fight seriously by any means; perhaps he wasn't even giving them his all, a thought that really set Irena's stomach at unease.

 

She glanced over at her companion, who seemed surprisingly confident despite the situation and their odds of winning.  Anthony was standing his ground, not going to back down despite this potentially being the only way he could save his life.  Such resolve and determination really struck Irena; seldom would she find such bravery, even within her clan.  What also struck her hard was Anthony's claim of having lost loved ones, friends . . . a home.  Yes, she could relate all too well, which was why her mind was made up.

 

"I'm not letting you steal all of the glory just yet," was her response, readying her scythe horizontally in front of her, holding herself in a battle stance.  "This is my fight just as much as it is yours.  You will pay for what you've wrought and all of the irreplaceable lives you've stolen!"

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

- Henry - The Dark Blade - Holding his own against Luit -

 

Henry was not surprised the god wasn't even phased by the attack, but a pleasant surprise was revealed to him as he saw the god adapting to the dark energy he had channeled into that palm strike, with a small smile Henry figured he could use this god's adaptive capabilities as a generator for his own energy. The god's dark energy aura had spiked heavily, way more than his own. This was good. As Luit's dark energy now was the very same Henry used.

 

Henry did not fully block the shoulder charge, it hit him and did some nice damage, but Henry kept his composure as he did not even stagger to the ground, sliding across the ground from the force, but still on his feet. Henry grunted as the god leaped into the air with a heavy kick towards him, this was his chance. Henry quickly sheated his sword as he intercepted the kick with both his hands and blocked it. Holding onto Luit's feet was hard, but doable. Good. As now Luit would feel his newly acquired dark energy being drained out of him, as Henry's sealing tatoo began glowing. Informing the acquisition and storage of energy.  The god hoped to use his own magic against him, but Henry was very in tune with darkness, and as such. The god's plan would backfire on him if he tried. 

 

Quickly throwing Luit's leg aside, Henry motioned himself and delivered a powerful, strenght enhanced dropkick towards Luit's upper torso, leaving the god little time to react. WHeter this kick would do much damage was unknown. But it was as best as it was going to get against a god for now.

 

- Tolan - The moon light warrior - 

 

Tolan was initially satisfied some of his attack connected, it was good to get the attention of this god while Kaspar went from the sides to disrupt him. But Ahinoam continued focusing Kaspar. A mistake, as he was wide open for Tolan to attack him. 

 

However the fell magic trick was nice, impossible to sense or deflect normaly. Usualy for attacks like that a full barrier shield would suffice, they were strong sure, but only if they landed. Their damage would fall off greatly against a barrier. Tolan saw Kaspar's cowl falling, and the necromancer taking off his head covers. And as he originally thought, 'he who deals in death and rotting corpses would have a rotting face himself.' You'd hardly ever see a young, pretty necromancer. Mostly because this type of magic would take not only a great toll on one's body, but also their mind and with the nasty extra effect of being bloody slow to develop. Taking years, decades to master.

 

He saw Kaspar's state as he glanced at the Necromancer, and at Ahinoam, who was prepared to destroy Kaspar once and for all. However, much to Ahinoam's dismay and utter fear. Before the god could launch another spell from his arm. He would find his entire arm encased in what seemed to be a barrier of moonlight energy. If he glanced to the side he would see Tolan gesturing his hand with magic trails following it, the barrier was set onto Ahinoam's arm, and it would not allow the god to fire of the spell. In fact if the god tried it, he would find out that, regardless of you having an affinity with a certain element, having it explode INSIDE your arm would prove horrible. 

 

Not that the god would have much time for that. As Tolan put the barrier as a precaution to save Kaspar's life, as Tolan dashed in for the kill soon after. Ending up behind Ahinoam as Tolan thrusted forward with his Moonlight blade, moonlight magic following it as he did. If it landed even near Ahinoam, the god would feel his very essence being burnt and destroyed by the moonlight energy. Extremely painful and deadly. Or he would get stabbed through his torso with the blade itself. Also fataly. Only a 'miracle' could save this god now. Irony is golden.

 

"Focusing your attacks on one target is smart. But you did it for too long and gave me ample time to strike you. The last mistake you made in your life...'god'." Tolan taunted Ahinoam as he did the act.

[Vaude 536]

- Brenainn Loth, currently locked in combat with Mack of the elven rebels in The Capital -

The older half-elf tried his best to refute the blows of the young rebel Mack, both expertly recuperating from each other's actions.  Nevertheless, Brenainn was trapped in a deadlock.  He could not use spellcasting, not as he was in the midst of a flurry of blows.  That is when the heaven-sent (if Brenainn even believed it from recent events) help arrived, a strange-looking woman catching the drawn blade of his opponent with flashy finesse and asking him for orders.  The older one wiped away pooling sweat from his brow, thought over the circumstances and her origins for a few seconds, and answered.

"Familiar, help me bring low this man.  Disarm him if you can, and I will ensorcell him with a binding spell he cannot break before the authorities arrive."

That was who she was, Brenainn thought to himself--a familiar.  She had to be one.  Rabiyu had quite the trick up her sleeve, it seemed, and had taken to an art outside of the usual magics.  Who knew she had the ability to summon such a warrior?

He squinted his eyes close to shutting, deep in focus with the arm holding his staff outstretched.  He did not like involving spirits from their slumber or other activities, but when it came to protecting the masses sometimes it had to be done.

"Spring to summer, fall to winter, the seasons turn and rough yews splinter," he started out, preparing his call to Ceres.


- Kaspar and Ahinoam, locked in battle -
 

Once Ahinoam felt the burning sensation of moonlight energy close to his hand, he snarled and cancelled his attack, eyes glued to Tolan.  While his dark beam would probably have proved powerful enough to cut through the barrier, having it backfire would have proved more dangerous than biding his time and killing Kaspar through another, different attack.  Instead, he played with subtlety.  Channelling dark power around his arm at skin-level, he fought back against the encumbering energy surrounding his limb.  If moonlight energy was rawer than any element, he assumed it could be eroded by a finer magic.

 

When Tolan came in for the kill, however, hands enclosed around his great blade while still puppeteering the energy encasing Ahinoam's arm, he cursed, wheeled around, and attempted to ready himself.  The sword was dangerous, something that should never have fallen to the hands of a mortal.  He could not let it touch him, and would not.

 

Regardless of his actions and thoughts, he was stabbed through the stomach, the devastating two-handed blade making short work of him from the inside out.  Coughing out a black liquid, he struggled to speak biting words and came up empty.  Ahinoam, the dark prince of the Celestial Twins, slumped over onto the sword and dissolved into a inky puddle.

 

Kaspar watched the scene play out, his grim countenance transforming into a relieved expression.  He stumbled closer to Tolan, a hand set upon his own chest as he revivified and purged his body of darkness.

 

"Well done.  I probably would have been dead if not for you.  My gratitude," he spoke to his fellow Grey, eyeing the puddle as it evaporated much like Absalom did a short while ago.  It was such a shame to see his experimental subjects leave in such a manner, but he valued his life more than his studies.  If not, he probably would have been dead long ago.  "Now, go . . . please.  Others need you, and I need to tend . . . to myself."

 

Kaspar fell forward, catching himself on one hand and plopping to his side.  His breath was shaky from multiple risings, consistent healing, and unlocking a gateway to the nether realm.  Moreover, he needed a moment to mull over his friends.  The battle brought a moment of revelation to him that his actions, while saving himself and perhaps others, had cost his beloved comrades a hideous price.

Edited December 17, 2016 by Vaude

[Arya Stark 1,337]

Iuit was tossed aside, and landed hard, but still on his feet. This was getting quite tiresome. He did not like that his opponent could seal away magic. It took away the power he could deal. But it did not leave him useless. Learning from his mistakes, when the dropkick came, Iuit did not absorb the magical darkness, but did take the blow. It knocked him to the ground. Still, he would not go down. His dark skin still appeared perfectly undamaged when he kicked back up to his feet. He dashed forward, going for a right hook, and following the momentum with a heavy kick. He still hit like a truck, even whilst not empowered.

~

The Sword God stood, unmoved by Anthony's lecture. "Madmen are effective tools. They cut down weak ones like grass, and are easy to control once you learn their patterns." He spoke dryly, with little emotion towards either way. He cared very little for this man's crusade, nor for the girl's. He had his own work to do, and he would do it. He'd do it his way, but it would be done. "The slaughter is necessary. You do not understand, but you do not have to. Not knowing makes it easier for you to fight. And you need only fight. I do not wish to kill you for you proved yourself strong today. But if you insist, then I will ensure you regret that choice." The God before Anthony and Irena stepped forward, and drew his blade, a long, slender thing. "Another chance I will give you."

~

A hand touched Kaspar's shoulder. "You have done well my friend." Falling Boulder said with a nod towards Henry. "I saw your frightful battle, both of you have done spectacularly. I would appreciate the help as we surged forward still, but I understand if you are still injured and exhausted. You did a wonder of a job taking down the Celestial Twins, many lives of the future will be saved by your actions." Falling Boulder stood back to full height, and gestured down towards the prison camp. "But the mission remains the same. Our brethren are still locked away."

~

Ryonne ran still swiftly, threading through the crowds. He couldn't go top speed, not with the girl in his arms, but still certainly faster than a mortal, or even many Gods. The girl still complained, clearly not happy with how things went down, and very not happy to be in the arms of Ryonne. Who, mind you, was not content with a complaining passenger. "You make me wish I left you to die." He bit, to which the girl rolled her eyes. 

"I'd have been fine I assure you. Nikolai and I had this handled, it was you and that other guy who fussed it all up." Ryonne shook his head at the ungrateful nature of the girl. He noticed Seth appear out of nowhere in front of him, and rush away. Nikolai was still behind them, but certainly ahead of the guards who were beginning to simply throw people out of the way. One was still kneeling on the ground, dazed and covered in pieces of chandelier. Seth's disturbance had done quite well, sending huge crowds through the main exits, and making a general mess of the place. Ryonne reached the exit along with Seth and stepped outside. He set down the girl, who brushed down her skirts. Ryonne looked between the girl and Seth. 

"What now? Have an escape plan?" He asked her. Nikolai ran through the trio at that moment, rushing down the balcony. 

"Quickly now, things are going to get a little crazier still." The girl shook her head as Nikolai approached the edge of the balcony.

"Damn prince knows how to put on a show at least." She said, running to join him. Ryonne looked confused. There was nothing but thin air beneath this balcony. That didn't seem to phase either Nikolai or the girl, as they both leaped off. That was when two of the four Gods appeared in the exit, one immediately throwing a spear at Seth.

~

Phato looked towards the melting gold. Fine. Whatever. She gestured towards everyone still inside the vault. "Get out now!" She told them all. They needed nothing else. Phato waved her wand through her fingers, and began to move away from Rabiyu. She'd seen her summon that... thing. She didn't like that, but there was little she could do about it really. She just needed to move on with the plan. The Elf before her was clearly far more skilled at magic than she was, but all she needed to do really was delay. "Simia!" She cried, and a spiritual gorilla was created before her, which sent a fist towards Rabiyu. Phato dashed towards the back of the vault.

 

Mack was stopped midswing. The woman figure before him was... incredibly odd to say the least. Her teleportation alone was of some interest. Didn't matter. He needed to end them both. Loyalists. He shook his head, then breathed out. His resolve found, he let go of his blade and suddenly jabbed at the woman, before grabbing the sword again and ripping it from her grasp. Mack still pounced forward swinging downward with the blade.

[Nero Kunivas 3,046]

 

 

~

The Sword God stood, unmoved by Anthony's lecture. "Madmen are effective tools. They cut down weak ones like grass, and are easy to control once you learn their patterns." He spoke dryly, with little emotion towards either way. He cared very little for this man's crusade, nor for the girl's. He had his own work to do, and he would do it. He'd do it his way, but it would be done. "The slaughter is necessary. You do not understand, but you do not have to. Not knowing makes it easier for you to fight. And you need only fight. I do not wish to kill you for you proved yourself strong today. But if you insist, then I will ensure you regret that choice." The God before Anthony and Irena stepped forward, and drew his blade, a long, slender thing. "Another chance I will give you."

 

 

 

- Anthony Hackett - Grey Lands, Volcanic Battleground -

 

The God's words only served to irritate and anger Anthony further, his dry boasting on how he can control madmen and his lack of care for Anthony's plight nor his declarations. What truly pushed him over the edge was how the God justified the slaughter as "necessary" and that Anthony could not understand it, stating that he also didn't have to and when the Sword God finally took out his blade, he simply gave him another chance simply because of Anthony and Irena's strength.

 

The fallen knight growled, his distorted voice gave it a reverb as he angrily and sharply threw out his free arm before speaking to his foe once more.

 

"You are the one who does not understand! I do not care if you find no meaning in my actions henceforth, to fight you and to either kill you or die trying, it is all I have now! Your kin took from me my honour, my life, my family, my meaning and purpose!" Anthony bellowed his words at the Sword God, he damn near paid Irena no heed he was so seething, longing for the chance for vengeance or release from this life. However, the knight caught himself and added to his words, albeit with a calmer, yet still furious tone. "That madman of yours nearly killed this woman...and if my actions allow her, or anyone else to live, then whatever remains of my heart is set. You won't spare me beyond this day, so why now?" He questioned the God, a curiosity burgeoning within.

[Mystics Apprentice 2,397]

While the redheaded woman was indeed furious at the god for his destruction, she couldn't help but wonder what his ultimate plan was.  Hesitantly she took a step forward, her scythe lowered to her side.  Her eyes stared upon the god as her crimson locks blew in the wind; they bore no emotion, nor did her tone.  "What is it that we don't know, and why is it better that we don't?  What is your master plan for killing our clans and so many innocents?  Do you have no remorse for cold-blooded murder?"

 

As she spoke she grew all the more irritated, though she attempted to keep her fury under wraps.  She wanted answers, no matter how painful they were.  While, true, she had once fought for sport before, things were different now.  There were people's lives at stake, and this god seemed to have no interest in killing, or even toying with them.  Yes, there was definitely something curious about him, and she wouldn't proceed in fighting--or walking away--until she found out what it was.

 

She had only hoped that Anthony would keep his cool long enough to acquire said answers.  While she only met the man, she could discern that they had a lot of commonalities in quite the number of ways.  Their suffering and desire of revenge being but two of them.

[rikunobodyxiii 700]

The Penitent One nodded her understanding to Brenainn's command. She turned back to Mack in time to take his strike to the face. The force of the blow caused her head to jerk to the side, but the rest of her body didn't move. In a single, fluid motion, she side stepped Mack's downward strike, using her right hand to further deflect the blade away from her. Her left hand swung out, her claws looking to hit Mack's side, to render protective garments and flesh, though not to kill.

[Elrandir 783]

Rabiyu had barely any time to react to the attack sent by Phato's spiritual gorilla, she did manage to avoid it, but her right shoulder was not lucky enough. She wanted to scream, but years of training made her very good at hiding the pain. This was not good, not in the slightest, her bow was now rendered unavailable for the time being and shooting the Mage was out of the question if her aim was not perfect, there was the problem of the creatured summoned too.
"Curses," Rbaiyu muttered as she took out her dagger, "begone!"
The Elf ran towards the spiritual creature and, once she was close enough, she jumped over it and landed on its shoulders before using him as a platform to keep jumping forwards.
"Take this!" She said as she threw her dagger at the gorilla and reasumed her way. "I have little time to spare with you, I have to catch the traitor."
Surely the mage couldn't be that far, she was injured and unable to move quickly. Maybe, if she, or rather they, would be lucky enough, one of the traitors would be captured and take into custody.

[Vaude 536]

 

 

A hand touched Kaspar's shoulder. "You have done well my friend." Falling Boulder said with a nod towards Henry. "I saw your frightful battle, both of you have done spectacularly. I would appreciate the help as we surged forward still, but I understand if you are still injured and exhausted. You did a wonder of a job taking down the Celestial Twins, many lives of the future will be saved by your actions." Falling Boulder stood back to full height, and gestured down towards the prison camp. "But the mission remains the same. Our brethren are still locked away."

~

Phato looked towards the melting gold. Fine. Whatever. She gestured towards everyone still inside the vault. "Get out now!" She told them all. They needed nothing else. Phato waved her wand through her fingers, and began to move away from Rabiyu. She'd seen her summon that... thing. She didn't like that, but there was little she could do about it really. She just needed to move on with the plan. The Elf before her was clearly far more skilled at magic than she was, but all she needed to do really was delay. "Simia!" She cried, and a spiritual gorilla was created before her, which sent a fist towards Rabiyu. Phato dashed towards the back of the vault.

 

Mack was stopped midswing. The woman figure before him was... incredibly odd to say the least. Her teleportation alone was of some interest. Didn't matter. He needed to end them both. Loyalists. He shook his head, then breathed out. His resolve found, he let go of his blade and suddenly jabbed at the woman, before grabbing the sword again and ripping it from her grasp. Mack still pounced forward swinging downward with the blade.

 

 

 

- Kaspar the Grey, with Tolan and Falling Boulder in the aftermath of the Celestial Twins battle -

 

Kaspar nearly surged to his feet at the pat on his shoulder, fearing it was another individual to battle, but a combination of bile rising to his throat and sensing the companionship of a fellow Grey warrior forced him to freeze in place.  He looked up and saw Falling Boulder, the man congratulating both him and Tolan in their victory.  While he probably did not understand much of black magic and the assumed, grim horrors of resurrection, Kaspar had to admit that Falling Boulder had charisma and inspirational.  Swallowing curtly, the necromancer rose to his feet.

 

"My thanks, Earth clanmate, for your kind words, but I may be a step ahead of you there," he answered, a fraction of a smile on his face.

 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

On the other side of the battlefield, the corpses with which he started off shambled their way to the entrapped Greys, causing some or most to reel back in either horror or abomination.  The other portion recognised it as necromancy and tried calming down the captured population.

 

Even their spirit quailed when one of the corpses -- Ruptured Land -- raised an axe half as heavy as himself and attempted to hack his way through the iron-backed planks of wood.  Another joined, this time with a sword, and the others waited with weapons low and their dull senses less than adequately sharpened.  Necromancy, while it had many boons, was not the best when it came to giving risen servants strong sight or hearing, and if one of the gods came their way the corpses would probably be destroyed and Kaspar's plan very much foiled.  With luck, such would not come to pass, and the two busy bodies kept hammering away at the wood and metal.

 

 

 

 

The Penitent One nodded her understanding to Brenainn's command. She turned back to Mack in time to take his strike to the face. The force of the blow caused her head to jerk to the side, but the rest of her body didn't move. In a single, fluid motion, she side stepped Mack's downward strike, using her right hand to further deflect the blade away from her. Her left hand swung out, her claws looking to hit Mack's side, to render protective garments and flesh, though not to kill.

Rabiyu had barely any time to react to the attack sent by Phato's spiritual gorilla, she did manage to avoid it, but her right shoulder was not lucky enough. She wanted to scream, but years of training made her very good at hiding the pain. This was not good, not in the slightest, her bow was now rendered unavailable for the time being and shooting the Mage was out of the question if her aim was not perfect, there was the problem of the creatured summoned too.
"Curses," Rbaiyu muttered as she took out her dagger, "begone!"
The Elf ran towards the spiritual creature and, once she was close enough, she jumped over it and landed on its shoulders before using him as a platform to keep jumping forwards.
"Take this!" She said as she threw her dagger at the gorilla and reasumed her way. "I have little time to spare with you, I have to catch the traitor."
Surely the mage couldn't be that far, she was injured and unable to move quickly. Maybe, if she, or rather they, would be lucky enough, one of the traitors would be captured and take into custody.

 

 

 

- Brenainn Loth, in battle with Mack alongside The Penitent One at the Treasury -

 

"Come forth with rich bounties and produce strong new boughs and roots, Yggdrasil, Great Tree.  Ceres Kalaithwel, Ceres' Ingathering!"

 

The newcomer was worth her weight in gold to the half-elf, the man completing the full magical incantation and ensuring a powerful wrap.  He tossed his weapon into the air like a cheerful commoner's hat after a great speech and unleashed the spell with clasped hands.

 

A strong root came out of the ground ten feet away without any sense of stealth, coming up and, with great heft, coming down upon Mack should he not have moved after The Penitent One's attack.  While heavy, the ensorcelled branch was meant to perform no harm, and should it capture its prey Mack would feel no pain because of one useful attribute:  the root was naturally enervating.  If skin was touched by even a fibre of its roots, a numbing sensation would be felt by anyone and anything less than a deity.  At least, that's what Brenainn postulated.

 

Should Mack dodge or escape, the root would struggle to follow him until he was either captured or if he exited the twenty-foot radius of its hole.  Brenainn hoped the senseless battle would quickly come to an end with the capture of the ringleader, and that this was the move to resolve it.

Edited December 24, 2016 by Vaude