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Oct 7, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
When I heard about Sinbad getting attacked, I had formed a fairly basic mental image of the situation. All liquids would be frozen, blankets of snow along with sheets of ice would cover the area, maybe buildings would be encased in crystal. The radio broadcaster was not very specific, so it had left a lot to my imagination. When I arrived outside the city, my jaw dropped. Whereas I had thought that being frozen over meant being turned into some sort of wintery biome, the truth was much more horrifying. The masonry brick that had once defended the city from the Tainted were converted into slabs of ice, being translucent to the point of near transparency. There was no inch of this city that had not been converted into a crystalline variant of itself.
Plants and small animals became delicate sculptures, their beauty being held in place until they melted. The citizens of Sinbad suffered the same fate. You could see no horror on their faces, only the emotion that accompanied a normal day. This meant two things: they did not suffer, but they had no time to react. I raised my guard quickly, devoting all of my magic power into monitoring the area. I couldn't reach the opposite side of the city, meaning I was still in the blast radius if the women who caused this were still around. I could only hope that someone else would come. Anyone.
"As a second sign of good faith, I'll give you a choice." I told Cronwell as he returned from the town yet again, having made several more calls and going about whatever business he required. "Since my tasks are so high, I'll let you delay any one of them, but only one. You can put off the one that requires the Gods' support, or perhaps buy some extra time for your mechanic to come up with any possible way to make an arm that fits my requirements. If you'd prefer being stupid, then skip the easiest task of gathering all documents with the word Hell."
The negotiator sat down in a chair on the opposite side of my table. Despite this place being a cave, I had managed to get a decent bit of handmade furniture in here. Chairs, a table, a bed, heck, even a drafting table were all custom made by me. Cronwell plucked up an apple from a bit of my rations and slowly bit away at the scarlet fruit. The decision was obviously tricky enough for him. If he were to choose the arm, which would be the best option if the Gods were helping out (which they weren't), he'd be able to get me out and about quickly. Machinery of that level was the kind of thing that people spent months and months figuring out what size screws to use. Selecting the Hell project was to say that he wanted to call off a nation wide search, which would be a waste of resources, yet still push back how quickly he wanted me to help due to the other two. Skipping my birthright was not something I was fond of, but I'd still be able to do plenty without it until I was given it.
"The arm." He said, reaching the middle of his apple. "Now, to wait for the Gods to deliver you your gift."
"Do not wait for them, but rather pray. Encourage everyone you can contact to pray for the hope for this country, to believe in a future without fear, to acknowledge that this era for Eternia will not end by Caelum's hand." I said, leaning back, rather nonchalant for the speech I had just given. "Pray that the Gods have not yet forsaken you."
Oct 5, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
(( No, because it is said that they know Caleum geographically. Any invasion plans should be fine, but feel free to get a call from the Eternian Intelligence Organization, where Cronwell works, and get the order to abort. The Intel provided by Tobias gives the operation a bigger risk than predicted. ))
Oct 4, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
The AI program that contacted me shortly after I made a call informed me of where the group would meet up. The City of Sinbad would be our reunion point, perhaps to see what we can gather from the incident. I told the other priests and priestesses that I'd be taking a trip, which they all seemed fairly comfortable with. I made it clear to them when I arrived a month ago that I would likely have to travel occasionally, so they were already prepared for my departure. A cab arrived outside the temple and I was on my way to meeting the others. Whether or not this included Tobes, I couldn't know until I got there.
Several men in suits entered my abode, which made it seem fairly cramped in here. They gave Cronwell a case and whispered a bit to him, but were immediately dismissed so the two of us could privately continue the negotiations. He seemed to be pleasures by their appearance and strummed the briefcase tenderly, as if it were a baby. "So I've finished two of your demands: complete control over the military and access to any person you might want on your personal team. They have also included a very sensitive file, which pertains to your latest request." Cronwell explained, sitting more comfortably in his chair. I began to reach for the attaché, but he swatted away my hand. "If you want the contents of this case, I need a sign of good faith. Give me as much intel on Caelum that you have and I'll give this to you."
I sighed. "Fine." I folded, leaning back a bit. "The word Caelum, besides on maps and whatnot, is not a word here in Eternia. Zero books speak of it, there are no mentions of the country in any article here, nothing. It's a ghost. When I began ordering spell times from across the continent, I came across Caelum on the list. After digging around a bit, I discovered a few things. First of all, they possess no magic at all. Second, there is no livestock, but rather that country is infested with countless difference species of monsters, each of which having some sort of 'magical' trait. Next, they supplement their lack of magic by fusing tools with the body parts of these monsters to simulate the arcane effects that we know of. Now, the case." Cronwell was impressed, but was still reluctant to hand anything over. He opened the case and tossed a small card at me, which, upon further inspection, turned out to be a special I.D. that would basically give me access to any holding facility in Eternia, as well as permitting me to take individuals from other countries. The ultimate clearance. "This wasn't the deal. I want the rest of it, too."
"I want the rest of what you have." He replied, watching me intently. How he knew I was withholding information, I had no clue.
"Alright, I may know a bit more." I confessed. "Caelum's government is run by an Emperor, the name of which I don't know. He supposedly has some great power than makes him untouchable by even his inner circle, who are called the Jury of Six. Each of them have the blood of SS-Tier monsters mixed into their own, which grants them the ability to use their beast's power without the need for a medium like a sword or gun. The Jury works in pairs of two, so it'll be very difficult to take them down. You've already heard of Andromeda, the Ice Juror. I know the abilities of two other Jurors: Barriers and Sand. That is all I know. Since nobody else in this country likely knows about Caelum, please trust what I have told you."
This time, my agency contact didn't hesitate to hand me the case. Inside were another I.D., that one confirming me as the 'Supreme Commander' of the military, which was a cool title. The file was what I was more interested in, but I couldn't start reading with a guest still over.
Oct 3, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
<< Aer >>
"What does he mean 'his birthright'?" A'thery asked Karisha, the King and Queen of the gods sitting in the comfort of a luxurious living room. The television was a special one that displayed live feed from wherever they wanted on Earth. At the moment, they were paused in front of a cavern. By some form of magic, they couldn't get any display in what was inside the cave, but they could hear it. "I don't recall him possessing any sort of Bloodborn ability."
The goddess of magic was uneasy, but decided the truth was important for her husband to hear. "When I first saw Toby's eyes, I knew that he had my eyes, which includes my ability to see the true form of magic. With him being declared a Miracle Child and all, I didn't really want to let him toot his own horn, so I sealed away the majority of that ability." She confessed, looking a bit distraught. A decision made in the past could change how things worked now. "I don't know how he figured out that he was missing his true capabilities." The god of storms began to weigh the options. Tobias was, by every definition, still a risk of the safety of both mankind and the gods, so making him even fractionally more powerful would tip the scale even further in his direction. On the other hand, not giving in to his demands was equal to saying that the gods didn't care for Eternia any longer and wanted the best chance for the country's survival to not participate. The Mirror Knight had been released, so perhaps that warrior would defeat Tobias regardless of whether or not he had Karisha's eyes. It was certainly a hefty decision, one that would need to be postponed for as long as possible.
"So I made some calls." Cronwell said, reentering my nook of this world. His crisp suit was stained with both dirt and grass, but he had brushed as much as he could off to keep at least a semi-professional look about him. "Ever since Sinbad froze over, we've been pursuing less practical options. It looks as if your demand for military control is going to be approved. As for picking your own team, that's already been cleared for most individuals, although we're getting you the clearance you'll need to quite literally choose anybody in Eternia and our allied nations, which I assume is what you meant by 'anybody'. The hunt for Hell has been commenced, which is taking quite a long time, but we have loads of citizens helping with the search. For the arm issue, we're going to be contacting some of the finest engineers at Rykov, a rather large machinery company. You may or not be familiar with the name, but the project will be pushed to Yekaternia Rykov, an aspiring craftswoman."
I nodded, pleased with how much work he had accomplished on such short notice. Cronwell, despite likely being some nerd who was more comfortable behind a desk and a monitor, interested me in his connections. Getting permission from both national and international agencies was something very few people could do, but he already had it underway. He didn't give up on me, even when I blasted him out of my dwelling. If he survived the next few months, I wouldn't mind having him as my contact with the government. "You work fast. I like it. If you have the time or resources, I've got a bit of a personal request for you. It isn't something I need to happen now, but it has quite a bit of value to me."
"What would that be? I've got many friends, so I'm sure I can arrange almost anything." He replied, looking slightly concerned with my change of tone.
"Could you see if you could get your hands on the files for Myron of the Seven Sins?"
Oct 3, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
A month ago, I was struggling to survive in this world despite having gotten rid of Titaint and his toys. Being an amputee was never something I was truly prepared to do, but while I was preparing for taking down the corrupt God, it was the only path I could foresee. The more useful the body part was to the caster, the stronger the effect. The dominant arm of a God was definitely expensive, apparently enough so to wipe away Titaint. My issue was, at that point, trying to figure out how I'd survive with only one arm. It only took me a week or so to use the Aura Needles technique but in a way that created hands instead of needles and, thus, the Aura Grip Technique came into existence. Why I didn't make it long ago, I had no clue, but I was able to use my Aura in a physical manner, an idea that very few spells could make use of. I had found temporary refuge in a cavern, which I intended to stay in until I could patch up my missing arm, but I slowly renovated it to fit my needs. A nearby town agreed to frequently send couriers with supplies and to keep my existence secret, in exchange for protecting the townsfolk from thieves.
Until a week ago, the courier was always the same person. That man got sick on a delivery day, so his teenage son went in his place. Something about my existence urged that boy to go and blab about it to his friends, which ignited a fire of gossip. Some government officials, during a routine check up on the town, heard some of the rumors and investigated. I wasn't very pleased with the unexpected company, but I let them leave with their lives. It was a mistake. Dozens of people from across the country came to my little cave in search of wisdom, prosperity, or some other miracle. I tried to help some who's cases interested me, but most I sent away. When I heard about Sinbad over the radio, I could already sense someone coming toward me.
"Tobias, you home?" A man asked, not in view yet. He stepped into the mouth of the cave where I could properly see him. He was a rather average man; his hair was neatly trimmed, his chin cleanly shaven, that sort of thing. He really was just a regular human without any noticeable details. He wore a black suit with a crisp blue tie, all of which being above a set of black loafers. "My name's James Cronwell, I'm from the Government. My superiors wanted me to come down here and speak to you about this issue with Caelum."
"I'm no miracle worker, don't come to me asking my assistance with your mess." I snapped, already knowing what he wanted. I wasn't going anywhere near the front lines, especially not for the country that cast me away once I was no longer useful. Now I was treated as nothing more than some magic cow that they'd milk when they need it and ignore whenever they don't.
Cronwell kept his composure, although I could sense his irritation. "Please, this isn't some game anymore. By you not helping us, you are tossing away the lives of countless people, most of them being sorcerers like yourself."
I kept quiet for a bit, pacing around the cave. When I finally spoke, I had weighed my options and came up with a deal that satisfied me and wasn't too tough on them. "Alright, two options. The first option is you give me all five of my demands. The five things are: 1. I want to have full control over the military forces. 2. I want a new arm made of an alloy that won't break under even extreme circumstances and will still allow for advanced casting and instant reaction. 3. Every single document in this country with the word 'hell' in it. 4. I want to put together my own team from any individual I select. And 5..." I trailed off, looking past Cronwell into the horizon. This last request would be from the Gods as a sort of bribe to make me do anything. "I want the remaining half of my birthright."
"You know those are impossible to do on short notice!" Cronwell exclaimed, losing his calm composure. "Getting the authorization to hand over the military to you is out of the question. 'Your birthright'? I've got no idea what that even means! Tracking down everywhere that 'hell' is written down will take years, but we're talking days here! Replacement limbs that can connect to the Arcoli are still in the Alpha stages of development, but you're wanting one that'll take generations to complete! Please, for this country's sake, be reasonable."
"Accept those terms, because the only alternative is bringing back my sister!" I shouted, a massive amount of wind gushing out of my mouth, forcibly pushing him and much of the loose items I owned out of my cave. I knew, somehow, they'd overcome the mountain that was my request. If they didn't, they'd end up with a fate as bad as those in Sinbad.
Oct 2, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
(( Finally! The Mad Man I once knew has returned! I've had this thing with me that I felt something was off about you and I couldn't place my finger on it until your latest app. The Man Man I once knew was ALWAYS passionate about their characters and would definitely care if they were denied. They'd fight for their character and defend their weirdness until the bitter end. Consider her to be approved. I expect her skill in Combat Magic to be roughly around a Fallen Angel who isn't super geared towards fighting, but can still fight. This has nothing to do with the character herself, but rather as a balance of power amongst what you have now. That will be my only condition for accepting Iris. ))
Oct 1, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
(( Obidion, to continue the story, we're going to do the Timeskip. However, since you have said you are going to be pouring a lot of effort into your next post but want it to be Pre-Timeskip, just tag it as such. Something like << Prior to the Timeskip >> or something. I look forward to seeing what you've got to offer.
Mad Man, it isn't about how long of a bio you make or how thorough your descriptions are. The issue with this character is exactly the same as my issue with almost all of your characters in your history with WOTD: the numbers. If you look at this one way, you've got two characters so far with confirmation for a third, so essentially three characters. You are wanting me to allow you to have a fourth character who still has issues that can't be fixed. If you think about another similarity between a vast vast vast majority of your creations, the age. Yes, it's super cool having some ancient figure that has experienced the world, but considering anybody else has spent anywhere from a few months to a decade or two studying and practicing magic, while your character has had the opportunity to do so for nearly fourteen thousand years, that is another problem. You have your three characters. You have three characters who bypass the laws for a regular age. Stick. With. Them. ))
<< Timeskip: 1 Month. >>
The past month for the heroes has been a wild contrast to their former lives: mediocre. The need for combat magic has decreased significantly, as Eternia has grown used to an era without the presence of the Tainted. Tobias, the man who turned this country on it's head, but is honored in some places as it's savior, disappeared from the public eye. While we have been enjoying our peace, others have sought to end it.
"Say it!" The woman demanded, forcing the man's head against the steel table. The man was nobody lesser than the great General Bugbee. He stood at a rather fine six foot five inches, his muscles fairly 'jacked', for lack of a better term. His hair was always cut sharper than the lawn of someone with OCD. Bugbee was a very influential figure in Eternia's military forces, and he resided in the capital of the Eastern Territory, Sinbad. His troops trained here, despite the tranquility that was formerly uninterrupted. The woman, on the other hand, was completely mysterious. "Just as we practiced, say it. Or shall I see if I can replace both of your legs with ice?"
The powerful general was broken. With his voice cracking despite his macho persona, he began to speak into a microphone hooked into the emergency channel, which would interrupt any other programs. "This is General Bugbee speaking. A representative from Caelum has, rather kindly, asked us to forfeit our magic and surrender to their empire. Our sages and sorceresses are to report to their fleet in the East." After a pause, his tone changed. "DO NOT SURRENDER, ETERNIA! FIGHT BA—"
"Sorry, I got bored of him." A more feminine voice said into the microphone. "This is Andromeda of the Jury of Six. We are here to capture your magic and apply it to our own in order to make our country superior. You do not all have to suffer. For every Mage that is given to us by you people without resistance, we will reward you with a hefty amount of gold. Please, if you know someone who can manipulate magic, report them. If you decide to rebel, look at what happened to Sinbad." The air went silent, the woman not speaking again. However, what nobody would be able to know is the display of her power. The city of Sinbad, which was several square miles large, began to freeze. Within the minute, the dazzling metropolis was converted into a gleaming glacier, all of it's residents being frozen to death. There were no survivors. Nobody would know how it happened, only that it was the likely result of going against Caelum. People across the continent began to wonder: could Caelum be beaten?
"Demetria, did you hear that?" One of the priests at a church to Kalila asked, pointing toward the radio. Of course I had, everyone in the country would hear about the declaration of war. I had decided to become a priestess at a rather large cathedral to pass the time, since there really wasn't anything requiring my expertise. A month ago, I'd be traveling the country side wiping out the Tainted, but I guess I could thank him for that.
"Yes, Markus, I heard it. Could I use your phone?" I asked, trying to remember the number for the company that Ivan, I think his name was, had a connection to. He was the most likely to be connected to everyone else, except him. He probably wouldn't help us at all, inaction being the only way to 'repay' what I had done to him. The priest handed me a flat piece of machinery, which he called a Smart Phone. It was rather neat, I guess. After a little bit of ringing, a receptionist answered the phone. "Could I speak with Ivan Rykov?... It's a friend... He's not available? Could you pass along a message? Tell him the gang's getting back together."
Sep 30, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
(( Denied. I can't even begin to describe my issues with her, but maybe I should start at the part where she is only slightly inferior to my Mod Tool. There is no way I'll be able to accept this, even if we work out some of the major issues. ))
Sep 29, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
(( Once everyone is ready, we're going to do a Timeskip. Have everyone meet up or go there separate ways, it doesn't matter. The Timeskip will be a month long, so then we can get to the point where everyone has adjusted to a normal, Taintless life. The next arc will begin then. Brutal, that would be your best time to jump in. ))
Dusting myself off, I began running toward where the portal was. For those of us who had already passed through the Aerial Barrier, who could know what would happen if we went through it again. Tobias would hate me and blame my actions for any of the trouble he got himself into, but that was the price of siding with the Gods. Maybe, if I had not done it, I'd be able to escape the wrath of my father. Tobias was the only man I knew who could kill Gods, but his methods would stay secret forever now that I've stripped him of his status, power, and immortality. The trip back to the portal felt shorter than the one away from it. Garrett was still holding off Rani and Rogan, but they were fighting a useless battle now.
"Hey, guys, you can stop fighting." I said, coming to a halt. "Tobias isn't coming back this way. I pushed him through the Aerial Barrier, so he won't be a problem any longer." Every syllable stung like a needle, the pain of betraying my closest childhood friend overwhelming. I couldn't shake this feeling that I'd regret my actions — that humanity needed a God on their side in this ever changing world. "For better or for worse, he's not our issue." Without time to discuss this more, I exited Aer through the portal. The Infinity Focus had been broken somehow. Almost everyone from the stadium had evacuated, so I was alone in the barren arena. I couldn't forgive myself for seeing Tobias in a state of euphoria, pleased with the fruits of his labors, and then ripping that joy away from him.
Everyone in Eternia had him to thank. Tobias single handedly, pun unintended, destroyed the Tainted and got rid of a bothersome God. Because of him, we could sleep without the fear of never waking up. I ended the chances of a miracle of that caliber ever happening again. Was it worth it?
Sep 28, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Every child in Aer knew exactly where not to venture. Titaint's territory was constantly hostile, the ground itself having the chance to shift into one of his beasts. Few people that wandered in survived. Almost every map of Aer had the area marked off as to prevent curiosity from getting the better of people. This would narrow down my search greatly, because this forbidden land belonged to the God of Corruption, so his home would be there. It felt like an odd coincidence that, as soon as I stepped into the evil domain, the massive auras of Tobias and Titaint vanished. Even if they were till up, it'd be impossible for me to get an accurate estimation on where they were because I, admittedly, sucked at any and all types of detection magic. I'd be able to tell you what direction someone was in, but other than that, locating people was difficult. I used my poor skills in combination with my memory from where it was before they vanished to track down the only building for miles: Titaint's Temple.
The place was a wreck: the black columns were shattered, the floor had more cracks than a piece of glass after an earthquake, and blood was scattered all over the broken floor. Laying against one of the few columns that remained standing, Tobias sat there, his tank clearly running on empty. His skin had become pale, his lips tinted blue a bit, and his eyes different, the retinas being nothing short of twin dark voids. His arm had been removed somehow, although the cut looked nothing like any weapon I knew of. Judging by the surroundings and what I figured he had suffered prior to my arrival, it looked as if he was preparing to leave. His sword hilt was in it's slot, he had wrapped several large wounds with strips of his cloak, and he held Titaint's bow firmly in his left hand. How he'd shoot with it, I'd never know.
"Demi, I did it." He murmured, proud but distraught at the same time. "I killed a God." He was proud of what he had accomplished.
I signed with relief. The Tobias I knew was always looking in the bright side, so he must have been feeling a bit better. "You did, but now you've made more enemies than you can handle right now. I'm supposed to kill you, but..." I trailed off, looking in the direction I had come. Garrett, despite being strong, wouldn't be able to survive if any of the actual Gods went toward him. Going back to the portal in his condition meant death, even if I carried him. I couldn't protect him, but I could not disobey the Gods either. "Instead, I'll let you live, but for a price." I gently laid my hand on his chest then pushed down, closing my eyes at the same time. The ground beneath us began to turn liquidize, the air turning into a thick vapor. It was almost as if the Aerial Barrier was longing for him, waiting to steal his power.
"No, this is worse than death!" He shouted, but he had no energy to resist even a gentle push. "I will never forgive you if you do this! It isn't too late to stop. Please. Don't do this to m—". Before he could finish his final plea, the barrier swallowed him. It wasn't until now that the overwhelming guilt of throwing a right handed Mage with no magic power in reserves who didn't even have a right arm out into the sky, thousands of feet up. It was my only prayer that he'd survive, even if it meant a reversal of our roles as Hunter and Prey. Now, I'd need to go spread the good news.
The fall felt like it took forever. There was no instant descent, no frigid embrace as I shot through the wind, no adrenaline rush that's save my life. The first minute of falling was surreal. Was it possible that I had gone through the Aerial Barrier? Did Demi, my oldest friend and closest ally despite our factions, truly betray me? Why would she do that? Killing me would be just as efficient because I'd be dead soon. The wind refused to support me, no clouds nor birds came to catch me, I was left to my own devices, which was to say, nothing. If I were to die, would I see Fiora? What about Quincy? Or would my punishment be to never see them again? My vision of rational thought was gone. The air was silent, even with the wind wrapping around my ears. This was the end for me.
Do not think that I would let you get away with dying. A voice rang out, definitely that of my Father. I was wrong: my true punishment was to live, not to die. I have lost my only daughter and do not wish to lose my only son, the Miracle Child. Repent of your wrong doings and bow to my will, and I shall carry you through this fall.
"Repent, huh?" I repeated, weighing my options. "Simple enough. However, if I had a second chance at this, I'd do it all again. I have no regrets for doing what I have done. Now, watch at how just a little bit of planning in advance can change the tide of a situation." I smirked, turning my body around to face the ground. Breathing it, I summoned as much power as I could from the people within the Infinity Focus to jump start my reserves. My engine of sort sprung back into action, magic flowing freely around me. Unlike many other Fallen Angels, I had no intention of slowing down. The Mana Shield technique would drain my energy in exchange for protecting me against almost all physical harm, which happened to include falling from insane heights. Whether or not I'd survive eve with this cushion was a different matter. I closed my eyes, prayed for the best, and hit the ground with a burst.
So it turns out that I'd need to tweak my Mana Shield skills, but I survived. Rendered immobile again, but I survived. The Infinity Focus burst over at the arenas, my shield overloading it.
Sep 27, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
(( I hate voiding posts, almost as much as I dislike double posting. However, I am going to be using logic to void the end Scarf's latest posts, as well as the beginning of Mad Man's. Considering Tobias had went to Titaint's location at the speed of light in two seconds, being just blasted there in such a short time was unthinkable. ))
Words were useless now. Titaint drew his bow, a rather decorative looking masterpiece covered from a purple alloy, yet it bent easily and comfortably. He pulled back the drawstring, an arrow forming from nothing but his energy, and let it fly. This was the events that occurred in the blink of an eye. He was managing to fire hundreds of shots before I could get close to him, each one that missed it's target becoming another minion for him to work with. My blade, on the other hand, worked at both short and medium distances. I could parry his volley by staying completely still, the bolts of lightning swatting the arrows from their trajectory. He was using a perfectly accurate weapon against someone who couldn't be touched.
When I got close enough, I dropped my Godspeed down to around Mach Three, which would hopefully keep up some sort of illusion to how fast I could go. If he was confident in his ability to defeat me while I was going over the speed of sound, then that ego of his would crumble when I pumped up the speed. Titaint was the root of it all. If he hadn't been around, Fiora would never have gone down to Eternia and died. He was just as responsible as the man who pulled the trigger or the one who orchestrated the whole event. The Unholy God needed to die and I was the only one capable of doing so. I stopped moving, taking a relaxed perch atop a nearby pillar. Fighting was much like poker. The player could be blunt and win a courageous victory, but doing so would leave them open to bluffs and other schemes.
"If I were you," I began to suggest, pointing my palm at the God of Corruption, "I would recall as many Tainted as you can. You will need every last drop to defend against this next strike. I'm sure you're familiar with what happened back in Central." That last bit was i reference to my buffed up version of Tesla Cannon, one of the strongest Lightning spells that I used. Titaint, wholeheartedly believing that I was giving him some sort of useful advice, nodded. It wasn't obvious at first, but the auras similar to his down on Eternia began to fade away. My plan worked: I was able to get all of my foes in one place. "Oblivion Pane." My favorite defensive spell activated, four disks that would eat away at any passing energy appearing around him, one larger variant intersecting him at the waist.
Not all at once, which was surprising, my foe's energy began to suck away, despite standing in the middle of a nullification field. The amount of energy he had access to was surprising, although he had been keeping batteries of sorts down on earth in the form of the Tainted. He still had more he could pull from and I was running out of time. "I like that." He teased. "Get all of my power in once place, cut it off in one fell swoop. It's a shame that you'll be sent back to Eternia in a casket."
"That's more than I can say for you." I replied, tossing my sword away from me and changing my technique. Hand signs, seals, and symbols would be my next weapon. Even with Godspeed activated, this version would require much more setup, energy, and an even greater catalyst. "Heavenly Seal," I began, coming to an end in our battle, if you could call it that. "Titaint Execution." With the words said and the seals performed, I raised my right arm into the sky. Heavenly Seal required a sacrifice of sorts, which I had always decided would be a useless part of my body. In this case, I'd need something crucial to my life, but not something that would kill me. The perfect fit for this was my dominant arm. I wanted to scream in pain as my flesh was magically torn away, piece by piece. The black temple was now stained by my blood, the impossibility of that being as high as returning to Aer. Titaint was fairing even worse: a magical circle accompanied by countless runes had formed around him, holding my opponent in place. The Oblivion Panes were shattered like glass in a hailstorm, being sucked away into the spell. He had slowly been fading into dust, the former God of Corruption's body being a pile of powder.
Losing blood and consciousness quickly, I looked around for help, but saw no refuge. I could only hope that my allies would reach me before my enemies. For now, I needed to rest...
"Garrett, I don't have time for this." I complained, just before Rogan appeared, seemingly on my side. "Great! I'm tagging you in." Without time for argument or disagreement, I leapt over my half brother and broke into a jet-boosted sprint. I couldn't even compare to the likes of even the original Godspeed, so it would take a bit to track the idiot down. I didn't know what I'd do when I found him. I couldn't kill him, no matter what I tried. Despite my increase of power from being in Aer, the benefit was at least tenfold for him, since this was where he as a deity belonged. Capture wasn't an option either, because Tobes would figure out some method to escape. Even if I were to damage the one gland that interprets the magic signals coming from his body, it's no doubt regenerate faster than I'd be able to get him out of Aer... Oh, is it really that simple?
Sep 27, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
(( Just for comparison: if you've ever played Skyrim, read Titaint's dialogue in Cicero's voice. ))
Demi, no doubt in pursuit of my neck, appeared before me in Aer. Garrett had followed us through the portal and intercepted Rani's strike. Perfect, an ally who'd be able to help me out with this plan. "I'll handle these two." He said, confidently. I nodded in agreement, seeing Titaint's former project appear as well.
"Fix your math." I commented, before Zicka appeared. He was looking quite well, which I figured was a part of him returning to Aer, but I'd rather give my healing technique the credit. "Titaint is too strong for any mortal to take on unprepared. If you'd like to help, stop the Tainted Girl."
With this said and done, it was time to activate Godspeed: Warp Drive and track Titaint down, which only took around two seconds at my speed. The Corruption God had a taste for classic architecture, I'll give him that. His temple was made of ebony marble, the black columns and floor accented by perplexing, purple patterns. He sat toward the center of the pavilion, watching my approach. His robes were the same: ever shifting, depicting scenes of horrible actions against humanity. Why he existed, I'd never know. How long he would exist was about to be determined. His eyes began to glow with a purple shine, different places he looked spawning deformed creatures that were his Elite Tainted. Luckily for me, I had already had my sword drawn, so I dispatched the bunch with relative ease. Could he be insulting me with such pathetic beings?
"Oh ho ho, look who we have here. Little Thunder Boy, hmm?" He examined, his voice rather annoying. Every sound he made was designed to mock me, to feel inferior. If there was a single weapon that could never be crushed, and I know Garrett would agree with this, it was my Ego. "I knew about your plan, ah, heard it from your father. I knew you'd target me, for it is what humanity demands, no? Heh, we'll see about who dies here today."
"My thoughts precisely." I replied, flickering for a moment. Of course, I had really been freeing us a bit more space by slicing up the columns and shredding the roof to nothing but a giant slab of rubble. The pebbles which once covered him were blown away from us by a strong gale. Plenty of room to fight. "You are going to be but the first to fall by my hand." I said, ironic due to what my plan was later.
Sep 25, 2015Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
The Whistler. He would be the first to pursue me. Or so, at least my hallucinated form of Rational Thought claims, which was correct. I could almost sympathize with the man, having my body run by primal instinct instead of primarily intellect. Sure enough, my mind was correct. The buffoon had pursued me into the land of the Gods, a dimension he had no right to step foot in.
"Rani, right?" I asked, choosing not to immediately head toward Titaint. If I was thinking straight, then I'd remember that even the psycho's enhanced physical abilities couldn't go above around twenty miles per hour, which would likely make my use of Godspeed far too fast for him to handle. "I really didn't think that you of all people would risk your life to try to stop me. I don't really have time to let you stall me, since the gods are likely rushing around trying to adapt to my schedule. If you want to fight, then I'll honor you with a duel." With this said, I reached for my belt, toward small loop of fabric that held my sword hilt. Just touching the thin, smooth piece of enchanted metal activated the blade to appear. Composed of (mostly) solidified energy, my katana was not a force to be reckoned with. The blade itself was a dazzling, pale blue blame like you'd find on any other katana, but the thing was it was made of overlapping bolts of electricity. The webbing that poked out from the blade was rather small, but occasionally as part would shoot out and strike the air.
"On the other hand, you can back down." I offered, with a shrug. "I don't really want to fight you, yet." This man, despite his issues, had just as much potential as any Fallen Angel.
Tobias had pulled one over on all of us. Could this be some twisted plan for revenge against Dimitri for sending his children to kill everyone that he loves? No, this was prepared in advance, so he must have been planning this since even before the tournament began. Maybe, just maybe, he did this because of losing his assistant. "Garrett, let's go!" I shouted to my half brother, who was nearby. Flight, despite what some scholars will tell you, is a universal concept. Every manipulated element can, in some way or another, fly. Air users manipulate what is around them, Aquamancers can swim in a pool of levitated water. Heck, even Earth mages could raise columns from the ground and maneuver themselves throughout the air. Wings of fire would be cool, but completely ineffective due to it being hard to catch wind. It was hard to stand on fire, so a floating platform was out. With a sigh, I summoned jets of flame beneath my feet and propelled myself toward the portal Tobias created. If he was still there, there might be time left to prevent anything stupid from happening.
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