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    posted a message on [IC] The War of The Gods
    "You guys go get some rest, you worked hard. Tomorrow we start training early.. You'll be fine amongst the barracks, eh? As for Callandra, you can get some rest in the healers tent. Not too many female warriors, and I'm sure you don't want to sleep around all the men. Whatever you do, don't wander at night. Our security after curfew is very extensive and won't know the difference between you and the enemy." Zack said. He was obviously still angry.
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    posted a message on [IC] The War of The Gods
    "I would never disgrace my brother.. This.. THING, this Reaper, uses his body as leverage. I can't touch him. He does this every night.. And I can do nothing. He sells to the Chaos at day time." Zack said, clenching his fist tight.
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    posted a message on [IC] The War of The Gods
    A young soldier, obviously one of the newer recruits, was front in line. "You can bring anyone back..?" He asked. The Reaper smiled devilishly. "For an equal exchange, yes." He said. The soldier looked down. "My mother.. She was burned alive in our house as I left.. What would it take to bring her back..?" He asked. The reaper tapped his head. Suddenly a coffin phased through the ground and hovered in the air next to him. "This is her body. Damaged, but can be repaired.. Of course it costs extra. Signing over your own soul would cover the resurrection, it's restoring the corpse that is more difficult." The Reaper said. He seemed to be quite amused by the dread on the soldiers face. "Anything.." He said, starting to cry. "I need at least one more soul." He said. "What if.. What if I killed someone else.." He asked. The Reaper laughed. "Hold out your blade." The soldier did so, leveling the sword. The Reaper touched the blade, rubbing his finger down it. Black blood came out of the small cut, which sizzled and hissed on contact with the blade. It began to turn pure black. "It'll last until you obtain one soul then vanish. Sign yours to me, then upon receiving the other soul your mother will come back. Full, healthy." The Reaper said as he pulled a piece of paper out of thin air, unrolling it and handing a quill to the soldier. He signed his name on the document before immediately turning around and stabbing the soldier behind him. He didn't last much longer as the archers quickly shot him and killed him. Two blue figures floated to the Reapers staff, dissolving into it. "I love when that happens.." He said happily. The coffin opened, showing a burnt and decaying body. Blue energy flowed from the staff to the corpse and it began to regenerate - Coming back to life. An older lady stumbled out of the coffin. "Your son killed a man and died to bring you back. Enjoy your new life." The Reaper said. The woman fell to the ground crying loudly immediately before taking a hold of a piece of metal on the ground and stabbing herself, screaming in agony as she died a second time.

    Zack appeared in front of the Reaper almost instantly out of nowhere. "What are you doing?!" Zack yelled angrily. The Reaper just laughed as another coffin floated up. The name "Unisaki" was etched into it. "You can't touch me, Zack. You know that." He said. Zack looked down as he clenched his fists. "You know, sign your soul to me and I can bring him back."
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    posted a message on [IC] The War of The Gods
    Soon the figure got close enough to be visible. A young child, seemingly below the age of ten, wielding a staff in his left hand. Soldiers rushed out and many seemed to already be aware of what was happening.. A sudden sense of dread seemed to wash over all of them at the realization. Within minutes the figure arrived. "Hello everyone! I'm back!" He yelled happily, although the voice was deep and ancient, unlike a childs. One soldier became enraged, yelling in anger before running at the child. His sword came down at the child, but the blade was soon cut at the hilt, causing the blade portion to fly to the side and land in the ground. The child held a knife, which had clearly cut the soldiers sword. The knife was unlike any other- the metal blade seemed to be.. alive, moving as if made of liquid while holding solid mass. The hilt was made from pure bone, and the blade was coming out of a skulls mouth. The soldier stumbled backwards, dropping his hilt. "Crime: Attacking the Reaper. How do you plea?" The child asked. The soldier didn't respond as he began to break into full sprint running twords the castle. "No plea? Guilty then." Rotting hands shot from the ground, grasping the soldier and holding him in place as he screamed. "Punishment will be death." The child said as he approached the soldier from behind. No other man dare move out of place. The child raised the knife then stabbed it into the soldiers back. Blood sprayed in every direction, as if all the blood in the soldiers body was immediately being ejected. The child pulled the knife out as a blue transparent image of the man was ripped from his body, and it dissipated into the wooden staff. The hands crumbled to dust as a lifeless corpse fell to the floor.

    "Now." He started. "Would anyone care to make a deal? Same as last time. While the Gods are fighting, I stand to make some profit - Exchange of soul for soul. Family members, friends even. Odds are I've got their bodies.." He finished. A small line formed in front of him of people crying and begging for their family back.
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    ((Owl..?))
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    As soon as the horn had blown, several people from inside the castle rushed out. Various human mages, three running straight to Zack. One, the Auramancer from earlier, started using magic on him as his entire body glowed bright green. "He'll be fine.. Idiot. Should have known better." She said. An Auramancer walked up to Arthur and Callandra. "Are you hurt? Do you need any help?" She said.

    On the darkening horizon, the sky became an unnatural shade of black.. No stars, nothing. The only visible thing was a boy walking, holding a staff in his left hand. The darkness appeared to follow him, as the closer he got the more stars seemed to vanish from the sky.
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    posted a message on [IC] The War of The Gods
    The orb hit the armor, blasting a large hole in the middle of the chest plate. Fire soon entered through the hole and the inside ignited, the metal beginning to melt in every place. The red energy flowed out of several enlarging holes until the armor simply busted, breaking into tons of small black metal fragments. The red energy, in the shape of a faceless warrior, dissipated into the air, no longer bound by the armor.

    All around lay the bodies of fallen enemies, blood splattered on the ground. A horn blew as remaining orks turned and ran back from where they came from.
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    The second orb hit the figure in the right breastplate, causing bits of black metal to fly off as the hole where his arm used to be became larger, bending inward. It started to slow down, as less and less of the energy appeared to be spilling from it's wounds. It's sword was dangling, however still in his hand.

    Another suit of black armor appeared, but this time Tezzeret engaged it. He jumped back, narrowly avoiding the black blade. Again it came, this time slicing downward. Tezzeret moved to the side as a blue orb appeared around the blade. The blackness of the weapon seemed to peel off like paint - revealing normal metal. Tezzeret had to let go of the magic to dodge an incoming fist from the figure. When the orb vanished, the blade turned black. Obviously this armor is some kind of magic.. I wonder.. He though. He held up both hands as a runic word glowed brightly in each palm. A massive partially see through blue orb appeared around the entire suit of armor. It's magic coating starting to vanish, but this did not stop it as it moved forward and interrupted Tezzeret, making him dodge several incoming swings. Then suddenly a giant slash through the armor appeared, causing red energy to spew out of it. Elspeth was on the other side of the armor, his sword in hand (And glowing white.) "You don't wake up until there's trouble, do you?" Tezzeret said, annoyed. Elspeth smiled as he became a blur. Slashes appeared all over the armor, causing it to shake and drop it's sword as more and more energy flowed from it. "Elspeth, as usual, I'm trying to study the enemy.. Can you do me a favor? Try using a scimitar with no magic." Tezzeret said, now comfortably standing back while Elspeth unleashed a fury of swipes on the creature. Elspeth switched to one of his scimitars and attacked. The blade couldn't penetrate the armor what so ever, simply bouncing off. Elspeth then switched back to his other weapon and continued. Eventually the armor was riddled with slashes, holes, and cracks. It was covered in a cloud of red energy when finally it simply fell apart. A ghostly figure of a man in armor floated away into the sky, dissipating.

    Somewhere nearby, on the road to the castle..
    "Can't we just.. Leave Zack alone? What if he finally gives in?" a high pitch voice said, coming from a staff. The person holding the staff was a young child, a boy of roughly ten or eleven. When he spoke, his voice was not that of a child, but that of something ancient and powerful. "No. He's easy to manipulate, particular soft spot for his family." He said. "But.. Exsequor. What about his little brother? Was he found?" The staff said. Exsequor smiled. He banged the end of the staff against the road as a large coffin shot from the street, seeming to phase through solid particles. It opened, the corpse of a teenage boy inside. "Of course not. Nobody found our spot." Exsequor said as the coffin descended back into the ground. "At least give us some protection.." The staff said. "We do. At least one body for each of his recruits.. Young girl, Callandra I think? She was one of the new ones. Her dad died from a poison, and mother died from an ork raid on their town. Both bodies in my possession.. Also, Arthur. His father. Particularly skilled mage, from what I could tell.. Death from one of the Lords themselves. Probably Fear. Powerful body to have in my own possession. I don't think they'll want to fight." Exsequor said.
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    ((Owl?))
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    posted a message on Fullmetal Alchemist - Interest Check
    Use Steam then bro. It's a good IM service. Speaking of, Arodes, if you added me I never got anything. My username is Zamorak789
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    posted a message on Fullmetal Alchemist - Interest Check
    I've attempted to start one before. It didn't work so much. If you'd like, you can contact me via steam or skype (Name for both is Zamorak789) and I can let you know what my plot was. I don't want co-GM or anything, but I'll probably at least join in.
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    posted a message on [OOC] The War of The Gods
    Quote from SirEripmav»
    What exactly is the power level of the characters? I know you said less than a demigod, but your OP (from what I saw) said nothing about demigods, besides the first race the gods created, but those aren't really demigods from what I saw. Mind clarifying?

    There's a clear difference in power from those who so happen to have a gift - Grew up in a small town or village, practiced on occasion, et cetera. And those (Such as Zack, who is powerful for plot reasons, although not guarded by plot armor - He's going to die eventually) who grew up around other Nephalem, who had parents skilled in said power are going to be on an entirely different level. He's on level with fighting and killing orks - Basic enemies who are 1:1 with humans. The characters would be able to kill about half as much - however most of them died an instant death due to the massive move, which drained Zack to the point of uselessness.
    The Gods are about five times more powerful than Zack, and the original pure blooded Nephalem about four times as much. Nephalem blood gets diluted as the tree goes on - Meaning the farther down the lineage, the less power is naturally inherited, and more must be earned. Zack can call lightning from the heavens and use it in basic attacking moves. If original lineage, he could potentially control the heavens in pure force - Striking enemies at distance or simply blowing craters in the ground with it's sheer force.
    Your power level is really only about half of his. This is done because character development is something a lot of RPs claim to want to happen but don't actually allow. You'll have to grow and get better in order to survive, your character has to get better. So you start low and grow in power.

    Also - I trailed off a bit - The demigod thing as an analogy. There aren't any - I was only trying to help prove a point.
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    posted a message on [OOC] The War of The Gods
    Quote from CloakedShadow»
    Name: Rowan Reginold

    Age: 27

    Personality:

    Rowan is a proud person, willing to contest a claim to something(if he truly desires it), even if it means going to extremes to do so. He is somewhat close-minded, disliking shiftier folk like rogues and assassins(for being mysterious), mages and magic-users(for potentially harboring evil magic, and for lacking proper skill-at-arms) and cowardly people in general.


    However, Rowan always gives credit and respect where it is due, whether it be a simple task(such as a small delivery errand) or a tremendous feat(such as following an order to death). He prefers to lead and command by example, instead of staying on the sidelines.

    Rowan's sense of morality is well-defined and rigid, defending the weak and innocent always seemed to appeal to him. He is also loyal, perhaps a little too much so; willing to die for his comrades-at-arms and innocent people. All in all, Rowan is a great friend to his allies, and a deadly foe to his adversaries.

    Rowan, while friendly enough, has an extreme distrust towards anything that may seem like an "evil" magic. He despises hexes, curses, and necromancy but treats combat magic such as pyromancy, cyromancy and other similar schools of
    magic with disdain. The only magic Rowan truly respects is healing magic.

    Appearance:

    Rowan is a muscular figure, standing taller than most folk. His eyes are a light blue color whilst his jet black hair is of a relatively medium length, the tips almost touching the collar of his shirt, if he was wearing one without his armor. His skin is toned to the point of a slight tan, nicely accentuating his dominant stature.

    When Rowan is not in any immediate combat(i.e. sleeping, eating, etc.), he usually wears a common linen shirt and its accompanying breeches. Most of the time however, he dons his massive plate armor, underneath which is a layer of chainmail. The armor itself has seen better days, it sports a dull and somewhat dirty coating of black steel. The chestplate seems to have had a hole in the center, only sealed by a hastily-fused metal plate of a different color, making it stand out. The pauldrons are large and bulky, its bronze trim makes the shoulderplates stand out. Strangely, the chausses, greaves, and sabatons of the armor seem to be in relatively good condition. When Rowan is travelling or needs some additional warmth during harsh weather, he usually puts on a plain, dark green traveler's cloak. The armor, combined with his general appearance almost makes him look like a veteran or a patchwork knight of some
    sort.

    Rowan prefers to keep his weapons close to him, as such, he has a sheath for his shortsword attached to the front of his chestpiece for emergencies. His massive swordbreaker is held in place(his back, to be specific) by a few straps for easier removal. Rowan's other "accessories" include a small satchel(containing bandages, poultices, and various other useful things)at his waist, a drinking horn(usually filled with spiced wine or some other alcohol), and a worn iron pendant adorned with a strange blue gemstone that serves as a momento of sorts.


    Power:

    Rowan can channel his mana into solid shapes and forms. He can use this power to bolster his weapons, armor, or surroundings. Usually, Rowan uses this ability to summon ethereal weaponry and use it to strike from afar(or increase the damage up close). There are limits to this power however: the mana cost increases proportionally to the size and complexity of the projection(e.g. several daggers would be relatively easy to summon whilst casting a projection of an "avatar(basically a summoned soldier that acts based on Rowan's command)" or a giant blade to smite enemies from above would be more difficult). Additionally, the farther away Rowan is from his projection, the less strength it would have (summoning a shield to his side would be at full strength while summoning a barrier to barricade a nearby door wouldn't be as strong, etc.), but as long as Rowan has physical contact with the projection, it will remain at full strength(he may also pump more mana into it to bolster it, if he feels so inclined). The mana pool within Rowan is unique in the sense that it is linked to his physical stamina. He can run around, become tired, and in turn, be unable to use his ability effectively. Likewise, using his skill too much will effectively eat away at his stamina, most likely leaving him dead in the midst of combat.

    Favored weapon:

    Rowan wields a swordbreaker blade, which is a modified greatsword, of sorts. It is a large blade, serrated at several points and 'split' down the center of the blade. The weapon is meant to be wielded with both hands, to be used in conjunction with a defensive stance. Each time the swordsman would block or parry an enemy blow, the enemy blade would have a chance of getting stuck in one of the many nooks and crannies of the blade, at which point the swordsman
    (wielding the swordbreaker) would quickly and forcefully jerk in a direction, usually either throwing the enemy off-balance, disarming them, or breaking the blade itself(hence the name).

    However, the nooks, crooks, and holes that the blade has risks the integrity of the blade itself(ironically) and a slow, crude removal of the blade should something or someone get impaled on it. A great deal of strength would be needed to wrench the blade from the object, leaving him open for attack and possibly throwing him off-balance if he manages to remove the sword in time.

    If necessary, Rowan has a shortsword attached to his chestpiece. He is not as skilled with the shortsword as he is with the swordbreaker. However, the change in speed(speed of attacking, that is.) from shordbreaker to shortsword is
    surprisingly quick, as the weight difference between the two is almost massive.

    Backstory:

    "A knight in shining armor is simply a man who has not had his mettle truly tested."

    That was the first thing Rowan can remember his uncle say. Being raised amongst warriors and knights, Rowan could not remember many pleasant moments in his childhood. He remembered thoughts ranging from sparring matches to fine swordplay. From bits of praise to torrents of punishment(both from his uncle). Rowan took it all in stride, for he was raised to become a knight, and to serve his lord in times of need. Perhaps that's what he was destined for.

    When he came of age, his powers started to emerge. He was sparring with his uncle when suddenly, just about Rowan was going to lose the match, his blade shined with a shimmering blue glow. With all the might he could muster, Rowan
    struck his blade against his uncle's(his uncle's blade, not the uncle himself, if you were wondering), snapping it in half. Impressed by this incredible feat, the knight-commander(who happened to be Rowan's father), taught him how to focus his powers. While Rowan's father taught him how to use his powers, his uncle taught him how to use the swordbreaker, a specialized weapon for disarming opponents.

    For several years, Rowan trained and honed both his martial and arcane prowess. He could bolster his armor with several projections of mana or give his blade enough driving force to cut a man in half. But through the years, not only did he improve his skills, but he had also developed his morals. "Kill only when necessary, and when doing so, do it effectively. Never strike down a man who has surrendered. Protect the defenseless". There were many more morals in his personal code, but he mostly kept it to himself. The years were peaceful, but a knight must always remain vigilant.

    Eventually, when the bells of war started tolling, Rowan marched on with his fellow brothers-in-arms towards the enemy keep. "If the nobles will it, it shall be done", as they say. He lead the charge against the opposing enemy forces, killing many men and eventually routing the army. He was held as a hero amongst his brethren, but he had saw the destruction he had wrought. Families torn apart, innocent people murdered, once-peaceful villages set to the torch, all for what? He left the company of the knights on a self-imposed exile, to atone for what he has done.

    A few years later, Rowan joined a small, remote village on the outskirts of the nation's territory. He was the town's stalwart defender, guarding them from bandits, war parties, and the occasional deserter. Rowan spent his time perched upon a tower in the center of the village, watching for threats. When he wasn't in the tower, he was at the tavern, drinking some of the pain of his sins away. It was a peaceful life, for the most part. Some would call it boring, but Rowan found it quite tranquil.

    But the bells of war never truly stop tolling. When the Lords of Chaos invaded, Rowan's small town was one of the first to fall. He did his best to defend them, but one man can only do so much. Rowan met his end at the tip of a spear, right through his chest. Or at least he had thought. He awoke several weeks later, being dragged along with the remnants of his village. The healer had just barely kept him alive, and for that, Rowan was eternally grateful. There was a price for it, however. In the time he was incapacitated, Rowan had lost some of his strength, and even worse, most of the village's people. To Rowan, it had seemed like they had all died because he was not strong enough. But with the Lords of Chaos approaching closer, he decided to venture towards Castle Nephelem. Perhaps the people would be safe there. Perhaps he could save his people there. Perhaps there, he could atone.


    Other: I'm open to criticism, comments and suggestions. Also, I apologize for the formatting, I was not aware notepad worked differently from word.

    Accepted. Wait for me to say something before you post, we'll have a good opportunity after I time skip to morning.
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    posted a message on [IC] The War of The Gods
    The gravity well hit first, causing the armor to shutter. It didn't send him flying back, but instead broke open the left side of the chest plate. It exploded, making a large hole in the metal as red energy flowed in mass from the inside. The flames hit it next, searing the right arm. The metal became soft and melted - Until it fell off. For a second red energy was in the shape of an arm where the armor was, before it lost traction and flowed up into the sky. From the hole where the arm was red energy flowed. It's sword had dropped to the ground as it stepped back, pulling a one handed black blade from it's back and wielding it in left arm as it's hollow armor began to move in the direction of Arthur.
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    The figure moved forward. It's armor clanked as it moved slowly - Obviously the armor held it down. Niv's energy sword swiped from the side at the figure, slicing it straight in half. The armor continued to move as red fire-like energy flowed out from the slice in the armor. It readied it's sword, slashing it at Niv. The ribs cracked and bent, causing Niv to fall back onto his back side. The figure raised his sword again and swung it down at Niv.
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