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Post by Jay on Nov 7, 2017 21:01:36 GMT
" A bloodbath? Not without bubbles. " It was simple, being the lord of this universe. Far simpler than I had previously anticipated - this Plane was a massive diaspora of evil realms and dark wills, and yet my rule was secure from nearly all angles.
Still, nothing would change. Not without action. The worlds beyond this Plane were sitting far too peacefully for my liking. I knew the disconnection those in this world faced, but it never occurred to me just how disconnected they were.
Yes, it was simple. Far too simple. That meant things needed to happen. Yet, I wasn't going to betray myself; even in my nigh-infinite mind, I couldn't see the point in exerting unnecessary authority. No, this wasn't for me.
This was for them.
A simple manipulation of will was all that was needed before my voice and astral form would be projected to all who skulked the darkness.
"Demons. Fallen angels. Dark gods. Shades. Nightmares," I put on my best showman voice, still using the mortal body I had come to favor. "I needn't introduce myself. However, what does need introduction is you."
I sat back on the couch, smiling to myself. There was so much to do. For the first time in a while, I was excited to see what would happen following my next words. "You all sit here, undone by the machinations of the Worlds Above. Your rulers were weak, and only afforded themselves a fight destined for failure."
My nails looked nice, too. I checked them as I continued. "Many of you hold no sway in the Worlds. You have titles with no backing - a throne with no power," I smiled. I could tell that many were listening. "What good are Lords with no clout?"
My finger swirled in front of me, something transforming. The city churned, and the dark clouds of the sky began to swirl. "I propose this... prove to one another whom is the strongest. Which of you are the rightful Lords?" A number of them seemed confused at the prospect, so I spelled it out for them. "Drop your pretenses... fight. Fight, and defeat your opponents around you - those who would attempt to wrest control from you."
I lifted my glass of wine. "Think of it as a battle royale. No rules. Defeat as many as you think makes you worthy, then, you will find me," I closed my eyes. "You, yourselves, will know when you are ready. Only then will you be able to find me."
A number of the demonic beings within the gigantic city turned to one another. There was silence.
Then, roars erupted, and all-out fighting began.
It was simple. They would fight, and those that succeeded and proved themselves worthy of an audience would come to seek out the new ruler.
I had plans for them. But, for now, I was content to watch.
Combat was fun, after all. Pax Necropola
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Post by flaze on Nov 8, 2017 2:00:34 GMT
NOIRA .. I thought it was just going to be another dull, normal day in Pax Necropola, or at least as normal as living in a steaming hellhole could be, just me wandering about, seeing what kind of trouble I could cause or what I could steal. You know, the usual goings of your good-hearted Necropolis citizen.
But boy oh boy, did I get a surprise. Just as I was warping around the city to see which sucker I could scam out next I heard a voice. Apparently I wasn't the only one, because everyone around me seemed to b e just as shocked as I am from hearing it. The voice of our very own and very mysterious queen of malice.
At first I was a bit shocked. After all, this...being, was one of few words, even if it scared the living hell out of anyone that had met her. But then as she spoke I became intrigued.
A chance to usurp a throne from some useless sap? The chance to cause as much mischief on the streets without having to worry about the consequences? I mean, I did that already, but knowing that I could have the chance to gain something much, much more worthwhile just made my skin shiver with expectation.
A smirk crossed my face. Yes, I was going to make the most of this. And so I looked ahead of me at a couple of screaming demons.
Without a second thought I warped, vanishing into the shadows on the floor and diving downward.
It was so easy too, they didn't even see me coming before shadows extended from below them, scaring them off their wits as they were pierced by them mercilessly.
I emerged once their bodies hit the ground, a smirk on my face as I gently rested my index finger on my lips.
I was going to enjoy this thoroughly. SHADOW DANCER
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Post by 0 on Nov 8, 2017 4:28:17 GMT
A pair of golden orbs bobbed in the darkness.
The black sea was churning, spiraling currents rushing through from the farthest below.
He dove, dove until he came out through the bottom, to the dark beneath.
The sky above was swirling with storm clouds, the oceanic surface rolled with sky-high waves.
A voice boomed through the dim air, distant, coming from across the expanse of water to where that dark city lay.
Black ships stormed the sea, built of bones, coral, ebony, obsidian.
Their masts in ragged tatters, their rotten hulls falling apart.
Soon smoke began to fill the air, the sound of cannon fire drilling across the water.
The ships bobbed, twisted, turned over on the writhing waves.
Yellowed eyes turned towards a lone schooner, rocking just beyond the battles.
Dead in the water, or preparing better weaponry?
Bats took to the skies.
In moments he was upon the ship, pitch black arcing wildly through the air, a long body wrapping tight around the wooden framing.
Bullets were fired, harpoons tossed.
Cannons blew out chunks of flesh as much as they blew away cannoneers and splintered boards.
Muscles tensed.
The hull cracked, split in two.
Unwinding, the attacker disappeared, and the ship was left to slowly drown.
Spars broke apart, collapsing in a spray of oily sea foam.
Bodies fell beneath the waves, where in the inky black water ropes could be made out, drifting in the murky distance, tendrils thick as redwoods.
Two disks, like twin suns, glowed from the depths.
One flash of a gaping maw and the seafarers were swallowed whole.
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Post by That Other Jay on Nov 8, 2017 5:33:40 GMT
“Shit...” Kevven thought as he ran through the streets. It had only been two days since his banishment to this dark land and he was already waist deep into some new kind of trouble. Typical. But there was no time to think about all that. He had more important things to worry about, like a city full of dark fiends trying to kill him. With a casual flick of the wrist a group of goblinoid creatures that tried to rush him were put to the ground, small daggers embedding into vital areas. He retracted his arm from the throwing motion and scratched at it a bit. It was an unnatural black, as if his arm up to the elbow had been charred. The arm was covered in these bright yellow lines running up it like rivers of lava, except it was under the surface of his skin(if you could call it that).
His arm was a focal point of sinister energy and all these dark energies swirling around him made it itch. But he never broke stride, even after thrusting his arms out to his sides. Like a child does when they pretend they’re an airplane, and within his hands materialized two ornate daggers. Daggers which had wicked curved blades. He held them in an unorthodox way. A reverse grip/Icepick grip, the blades pointing downwards from the edge of his hands. The blades seemed almost too big to be considered daggers. Kevven was fast, inhumanly so.
Leaving his feet Kevven finally broke his stride to soar through the air before landing on the back of a giant Minotaur. He buried his twin blades into the creature’s broad back before using the beast as a springboard to get onto the roofs above. The thought process was that if he could get the high ground, he could simply make his escape from all the mayhem. He had no intentions on meeting another dark overlord. But at the very least, he figured he would hold an advantage over the fighters below. But he was never so lucky.
Overhead a winged being was hovering, waiting for an opportunity before noticing Kevven flying through the air like an acrobat before landing on the rooftops. Soon after, rays of lightning were streaking through the air from the birdman’s finger tips towards Kevven. Who was running from rooftop to rooftop, agilely avoiding the attacks. Luckily, he was faster than lightning. But he was annoyed. So predicting the next lightning strike, Kevven raised his right arm to catch the streak of lightning with the dagger in his left hand.
The lightning seemingly being absorbed by the blade, Kevven reared back his right arm and hurled his dagger through the air and towards the winged demon. The blade found its mark, as it often did. The dagger impaled the creature’s chest. The demented bird demon threw its head back to scream. However instead of a scream leaving its beak, a pillar of flame did. The dagger was infused with fire, and the birdman was roasted from the inside out. Luckily the coast was clear for now, no one else had noticed him on the rooftops. So he used this moment to surveil his surroundings and observe what was going on in the streets below...
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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Nov 8, 2017 15:41:25 GMT
He had come to learn about the place called Necropolis, and had managed to get here with the help of his Grandsire, Exodus. Once he had arrived, he had been beset upon on all sides by hostile entities that saw him as a hapless wanderer who could provide them with 'fresh meat', but they clearly hadn't expected to find themselves being swiftly dispatched in a way that seemed to defy the very laws of physics: one Maximillion to each of them, each delivering a powerful blow to their head or chest, powerful enough to punch a manhole-sized hole in the area he struck.
The blow dealt to each proved strong enough to send a shockwave erupting out of the other side of their bodies, then suddenly only one Maximillion in the center, arms folded over his chest, no worse for wear save for maybe a bit of steam coming from his large hands, which were clenched into fists. The ebony man exhaled slowly, then continued with his traveling, occasionally being ambushed by this or that entity (or group of entities), but with the end result being about the same, some skirmishes lasting longer than others, but always ending with him walking away and those who jumped him not walking away. It was interesting how one's mind could compartmentalize things. This one, this Maximillion who valued innocent life, who dealt all but the felling blow to his enemies, was annihilating anything that came at him, and the more inhuman it looked, the more swift and devastating the method of killing he employed against it. Eventually, he found his way to the gather, when the voice would speak out to a gathering of demons. Curious what was being talked about - and probably feeling way too comfortable and familiar among the crowd, having spent most of his life amidst Apparitions, Demons, Hell-Gods and other nightmarish things - he made his way through the crowd, stopping only about halfway through, listening. Listening, up until the point when the man gave the directive for those in the crowd to fight, and to distinguish themselves among their peers. An opportunity to slay Hellish entities, the likes of which had caused him to blow his cover? Oh, that would be no problem at all. And, for all sense and purposes, he fit in well - his twin suns for eyes, as his power began to surge up inside of him, the glow becoming brighter and greater - and could easily pass for some kind of hellish being himself, although certainly a little more human-seeming. They seemed confused what to do, so Maximillion simply turned towards the largest demon to his left - a muscular thing with spikes and teeth and demonic-looking eyes all along its body, about two heads taller than himself - drew back swiftly enough, and with enough power, to smash open the skull of the entity behind him like an overripe pumpkin, then shot a fist forward for the arm of the creature, the blow sounding like the BOOM of a cannon firing, and everything from the demonic thing from below its eyes to its knees was vaporized by the blow, its remains dropping to the ground in a messy, sloppy heap. Then the fighting broke out everywhere! Maximillion moved among them, slipping under punches, maneuvering over kicks, parrying the occasional slash of a blade (or blade-like limb) by causing it to rebound loudly against his skin, which now had the purple tint of his Dragonhide ability along it his limbs.
Grab this thing by the head...splush. Grab these two things by their arms as they swing at me, break and sever the limbs in one simple gesture with both of my hands, grab their heads and crush their skulls with my hands...there, next target...
(would've looked a little something like this):  He flew between his foes, each motion doing the optimal amount of damage to those foes who were within striking or grappling range, taking out two, three, four or five foes at a time. There was even the occasional glint of steel as he brought out weapons to slash and cut some of his foes as he maneuvered between them, but they would occasionally disappear again, as if he was timing every blow, every slash, every cut, every dodge, parry, kick and punch in such a precise and ungodly fashion, as to demonstrate the true brutality of Morenkai Fu, the self-founded Martial Art Maximillion used, which combined geometry, accelerated mental calculation, and the physique of a supernaturally powerful entity, in order to deal the most damage, to the most targets, in the least amount of time, while expending the least amount of energy.Oh, this was a side of Maximillion that Malik might have been shocked to see.
At one point, his blade met with resistance, as did the following kick, punch, and aerial scissor-chop of his blades, as he clashed with someone who was able to repel his blade. Whipping around, his eyes narrowed, and both he and the other figure snarled and yelled the same thing at the same time: "What are YOU doing here?!" He had vaguely noted that someone else was doing almost as savage a degree of damage to those around him as he was, but they had been moving among the crowd with the speed and devastation of titanic arcs of lightning, they had not crossed paths until now. Maximillion VonMitternacht
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Post by Reidh Thorljottson on Nov 8, 2017 16:14:54 GMT
He had aided with the raid on Sanctuary, acting on the words his half-brother had told him when they had parted ways in Eokia,
"In our Home Plane, you you not only my best friend and confidant, but also my most trustworthy and reliable soldier. Here, you have a chance to make a new life for yourself, to become something great, like only you can. I know you will do something amazing with yourself, just go out and find your niche, and be prepared with an amazing story of what you did when we meet again." Never, in a million years, would he have thought he'd have met Maximillion like this, twice in a row no less! First, when Maximillion had actively opposed the raid on Sanctuary - which was surprising, for its own reasons - and now, amidst a bloody battle between the various Hellish entities of the Necropolis, the kind of thing he felt like Max was the farthest from being interested in. "What are YOU doing here?!" They had both said it at the same time. They stared off with each other, occasionally pausing only to dismember or plow a punch or kick through the body of someone who tried to aim a blow or slash for their backs, but then their attention immediately went to the other. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, the two shook their heads, gave one another a look that said 'later, we will absolutely discuss this later', then they each went on with their battles. Reidh was in his prime! As he took on one monster after the next, thick, jagged bolts of lightning rained down from unseen sources, striking his foes, and flames would suddenly erupt from the eyes, ears and nostrils of those closest to him who tried to jump him, be it individually, or as a group. Unlike his half-brother Maximillion, Reidh fought by wielding the Chaos Source, being a pure Chaos Entity himself, and one of his trademarked abilities, Chaos Wield (a fusion of Meta Probability Manipulation and Chaos Energy Manipulation), which meant he could do all kinds of nasty things to people's biology, cause unlikely events to occur, rapid-fire, upon someone, or cause something predictable to become wildly unpredictable. In a fight like this, it was simple!
Powerful punches, the kind he suspected would send even his half-brother Max flying, would feel like a tap where they landed, and the attacker's arm would suddenly shatter from the sheer force of the blow, as if the arm had taken the damage, instead of Reidh's body. Then, when Reidh aimed a lazy slap for someone, the probability that it would do devastating damage - less than 0.00000000000000000001% chance - would suddenly skyrocket to 500%, and his target would find themselves practically vaporized by the blow. He occasionally watched his half-brother out of his peripheral vision, and it truly looked like the two were just decimating the opposition all around them. However, he could also occasionally sense others doing the same to the targets around them ( Jay That Other Jay flaze 0 ), although to varying degrees (some faster, some slower), but each were cutting paths through their foes, seemingly unhindered by the droves that tried to end them. In short order, the small fry will all be gone, then the real battle will begin, Reidh thought to himself, scowling as he sent a particularly nasty sphere of black-orange-yellow-green energy into the throng of a group of Hellish beings who had formed an impromptu alliance, and were now an outward spray of flesh, bones and blood, in the fashion of some macabre brand of wood chipper, then turned to beat off those that had tried to prey upon his back. Make it until at least that long, brother. Then, we can take on whatever comes together.
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Post by 0 on Nov 8, 2017 18:44:53 GMT
Streams of oozing blood followed him through the darkness, thick lines of glowing mercury that drifted with the currents, refusing to disperse and fade as easily as water-bound animal blood.
The dark sea serpent flexed his jaws, gills flaring in a display of neon colors that coursed in beads down his sides.
More than a few bioluminescent spots were missing, thanks to the cannonballs that had ripped through his slick skin.
The sound of cannonfire was dull beneath the waves, near nonexistent, but the pressure waves that rippled through the water could not be mistaken.
He moved for the next nearest ships, a pair that were lined up and locked in battle, the great eel circling around them at a careful distance.
An ashen cliff sunk into the water, hunks of dirt and stone raining down from above as the fighting damaged the ship's surroundings.
With the inkstained waters making viewing with the eyes difficult, he watched with his organ of Weber, waiting for the first ship to fail.
Bodies and debris alike dropped into the water, tossed up in the surf, his senses pinned forward at the positions of the former, their flailings sending a plethora of stimuli across the rough waves.
His muscles twitched when one colossal wave swept across the deck of one ship, a whole plethora of demons shoved into the sea.
He surged forward, and in one great gulp swallowed as much of the cluster as he could, racing past the rest as the ships cracked in the water.
Finally one ship began to fall.
He turned wide in the water, gaze locking not onto that which began dropping beneath the waves, but instead to the one ship that still stood, if only barely.
A course of lights flashed across his sides, and again he pushed himself at speed.
Above the waves, the victorious pirates were making short work of the nearest losers, and running back to the decks of their own ship, crossing on ropes or in bounding leaps.
They were taken by surprise when, all at once, wooden boards were thrown up around them from their own ship, and not by a misfired, sodden cannon.
A great fish like a frilled shark drove itself through their ship's hull, its mouth open to net the sailors in the midst of their return.
Twisting, the black serpent dove back under the waves by heading straight through the deck of the sinking ship.
Even after his head disappeared, it took a minute for his lengthy body to disappear fully; even before it did, however, his hefty caudal peduncle was lashed about like a whip, breaking apart masts and sweeping yet more monsters off of their feet with more force than many of the weary could bear to take.
With both ships drowning and the weak left behind, dead or dying, the monstrous creature was free to dine at his leisure.
But it would not be enough.
It had been a long time since he'd had his fill, since last he'd witnessed the hulls of ships, demonic or not.
The ocean was the biggest desert of them all, and he simply could not ignore the opportunities that were being cast into the waters.
Once through he made headway for the harbor of the dark city, the noise of landlubbers clashing growing louder by the minute as he coasted towards the deepwater shores.
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Post by flaze on Nov 9, 2017 3:05:34 GMT
NOIRA Everyone else around me seemed to have already gone full throttle into the whole bloodbath thing, something that made a smirk cross my face. I mean, it was as expected, but the fact that everyone was going nuts actually made things more fun.
Making use of everyone's own obsession with kicking other's asses, I warped around, appearing and reappearing out of nowhere and taking out opponents without them noticing. It wasn't too hard, just piercing some here, making others warp up to the sky and have them fall down there, I even shaped weapons out of shadows to slice them out.
I mean, I'm not some super badass overly physical person anywhere, I'm just a woman making use of what she has, totally fair right?
If only fun things could last. Before too long I found my own challenge.
A man charged at me straight up, his body moving so fast I was barely able to react and warp out of the way in time. I quickly warped back, staring at my attacker as his body came into view, clouds of dust lifting off.
He was a pretty big guy, covered in a shredded cloak that had holes for his long horns to poke out. His eyes were a deep yellow and visible markings on his face alongside his white hair that fell to the side of his face. He had brown skin and stood like three meters above me, but the thing that caught my attention the most where the arms sticking out of his back and the giant ass swords that each one of his four arms carried.
Talk about overkill right?
"Is that how you do things bud?" I asked with a slight grin. "Attacking a defenseless girl, not very warrior-like if I do say so myself."
"You're not going to get me with your little games," the man exclaimed, his voice deep and angry as he pointed at me with his lower right blade. "That warping trick your pulling off, how do you do it?"
"Sorry but a magician never reveals their tricks," I shrugged, stepping back a bit as I looked him up and down. "Plus, you have your own trick right? I doubt a guy as heavy as you could move that fast."
As if on cue, he immediately moved forward, his body becoming a blur once more as he appeared in front of me and slashed down. I quickly warped into the shadows, his sword crashing down on the ground card with a loud thud.
I appeared above him in the air, using my hands to craft the shadows around me into a scythe and slashing down at him. Unfortunately, his upper arms were quick enough to block my scythe.
Or so he thought. Before he could attack once more, the shadows in my scythe extended and wrapped tightly around his blades. They then extended downwards even more, turning into chains that pinned down those pesky upper arms.
I smirked, landing in front of him before slamming my leg into his chest and firing out a blast of shadows from my fist, enough to send him sliding back.
The man slammed his remaining swords down on the ground, trying to make sure that he wouldn't be pushed farther away. "Enough!" he screamed and with sheer force of will broke his arms out of my chains, shattering the shadows and making me do a double take.
"Wow..." I said as he charged forward in his amazing speed once more, but this time I was prepared.
I vanished and reappeared behind him once more. However, it seemed that even after he knew I had warped he still didn't stop himself, causing him to crash headfirst into the wall of the building I was standing in front of. Interesting.
I spent the next few minutes testing my theory out, keeping myself far from him to make him use his speed, vanishing, and then repeating.
Eventually the man's movements began staggering a bit, clearly a toll from carrying around those blades and also constantly firing at me like a bullet. That was my shot.
He charged at me once more, this time faster than ever before. His body zoomed at me so fast that he let out sonic waves behind him, his blades moving in a flash.
But unbeknownst to him, I had already warped. What he collided with was but a shadow doppleganger, one that made him slip on the floor, causing him to struggle to recover his footing.
And then I hit. I appeared behind him, gracefully and light as a feather as I wrapped shadows around his neck and then, with a swift movement, twisted it completely, the crack of bone ringing like a beautiful melody to my ears.
"Aaaaah, that felt good," I said as his corpse fell to the floor. I turned back to him, wrapping my arms in front of my chest. "It's too bad that speed was all you had going though...well, whatever," I shrugged, quickly making his body and weapons submerge into my shadows. "Your body should be enough nutrients for my friends and I'm sure I can make use of those big lumps of metal later."
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 9, 2017 4:41:08 GMT
(Ping me if attacking)
As the call goes out, a short, stout and rather unimpressive demon pauses from his walking. He'd been trying to milk a Popsicle, make the small thing last as long as he could get it to. It wasn't often that he got to even taste food like this lately. The laws of necropolis keep the landscape more sturdy than what he's been used to so its one chance in what feels like impossible that he can try and enjoy something that by outside appearances seems to be mundane and ordinary treat.
Unfortunately its not very satisfying. Considering the number of 'inedibles' in this place, the young seeming, boy is seriously considering vamoosing. He can think of several places where he'd have an easier time finding food to eat, and no matter how fun a place is, that ultimately becomes the deciding factor.
The whole proposition from the necro-apparition seemed dreadfully boring. Proving himself to things that might be stronger than him wasn't on his priority list. Yet when the speech was done other demons began looking his way as if the hairless off grey kid with an underbite and boar-like tusks was not much more than a scrap of meat to fight over.
Not again. That had happened when he'd wandered into this place in his white haired humanish look too. The singularity didn't look forward to dealing with the few nearby, but at least they were small fry, not the bigwigs of the demon world.
Small fry, easy to eat but terribly unfulfilling. They didn't stand a chance as the singularity broke form, becoming far more akin to a human-shaped black hole than the forms he normally favored. Hmm... the fighting was getting worse.
He could see some weird guy fighting an avian demon in the sky, before just barely having to evade a high speed purple shadow who seemed to singlemindedly tear through many of the lesser demons in the area.
The closest to him however, is a woman who just felled some sort of bigwig. It reminds him of that 0 guy a bit, with the way the shadows move. She's probably one of the inedibles.
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Post by travine on Nov 9, 2017 16:06:20 GMT
Another day in this ghastly place Travine thought as she walked through the stone streets. Those emerald eyes looking to those she passed, wanting to just tear them limb from limb, wanting to drain them of every last drop of 'Tea' from their husks. Perhaps she would get to do just that. A voice heard booming through the skies. Was it one inside her head again? Oh no, this one clearly could be heard by all. It was as if the voice read her thoughts. She cared not whom the voice came from, or even meeting the woman in that matter. All she cared about was she was granted permission from the voice to kill.
A wide grin formed on her lips, exposing those razor sharp teeth. She grew from the height of 5ft 11in to a mere 8ft 2in. A spiked tail growing 6ft long from just under her tailbone. Nails grew to 3 inch razor sharp claws. Quickly she began to wrap that spiked tail around other's necks, squeezing so that the spikes pierced them. Those hands used her sharp claws to drive into other creatures torsos. Teeth biting down, shredding flesh as she began to drink their 'tea'
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Post by That Other Jay on Nov 9, 2017 17:15:14 GMT
Atop the rooftops, Kevven could see clearly that the streets were packed with maniacs as far as far as he could see. Fools looking for recognition. It became increasingly obvious that finesse wasn’t going to get the job done here. The only way to get out of this situation was to blast his way out. He took a step onto the edge of the building and peered below. He casually walked off the edge and let himself plummet downwards. He landed on the shoulders of one of the denizens. A large bodied brute with horns as big as Kevven’s arms. In one fluid movement Kevven squeezed the man’s head between his feet and used the momentum of a front flip the throw the large man into the crowd, knocking down several people like bowling pins.
Landing gracefully on his feet he placed his hands in front of himself as if he was holding a large sphere. Within the empty space between his hands sparked electricity which streamed from one hand to the other, gradually building up in between his hands to form a ball of pure energy which pulsated and sparked. With one heavy push, he let the ball fly forward into the crowd of demons. It moved through the crowd like a dart. Bobbing and weaving, it snaked between bodies. Even through it wasn’t making direct contact, it was sending out tendrils of electricity which streaked from person to person.
The ball then made its way to the direct center of the large group. It stopped in its tracks, lightning still shooting off from it. The ball of energy was pulsating wildly at this point and, as expected, it finally burst. It was a flameless explosion that sent all of the beings flying through the air like ragdolls. Everyone directly around him was down and out, but he could see others in the distance paving their way through the crowds. He knew that he had to stay on his toes. If one of them came at him, they would not be so easy to take down.
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Post by Jay on Nov 13, 2017 0:56:28 GMT
Non Player Character Archangel Jegudiel So many beings of dark pedigree, fighting amongst themselves. The sight of it was disgusting for the Forces of the Heavens. Empyreans were beings of Light and Order, and these demons were just foul monsters; abominations of all things sacred in creation. Archangel Jegudiel, a figure standing above most others in the Hosts of Empyrea, was a powerful soldier of both Lord Rael, and the Empyrean Elder of Light, Herself. He was a self-assured Ophan, holding military control over the forces of Rael's Host. And, most of all, he was an opportunist. When the spaces between the Heavens and the Netherworld became nigh-untraceable, and their borders collided so brazenly during their attack on the people of Earth, Jegudiel was quick to take up a place between the Worlds. There, he waited. And waited. He wanted his forces to marshal themselves from beyond the sight of the Lord of Terror. Now, here he was, happening upon the Plane; there was no leadership, and their ranks were divided. The City was weak, and its people were clamoring. So, he, in his judgement, called for the attack to commence. His mighty voice rang out, filling the Dark City in a chorus of power and grace. His voice was backed by the voices of his many angels. "Sinners! Defilers of Sanctum! Lords of Rot and Destruction! Your Time has come! Face Judgement Almighty!" Jegudiel's Forces The angelic choir of Jegudiel were not quite as grand as their leader, but they were fearsome all on their own; creatures seemingly chiseled from marble, glowing brightly in the Darkness Below. Atop their heads were rings of holy light, and on their backs were two mighty wings. They numbered somewhere in the dozens; a fighting force of angelic beings long since unseen by those whom were familiar with them. These beings lifted their swords, their spears, and their bows, and took to the demons of the Nether realm. This war had seemingly gotten some uninvited guests. Jegudiel | INT | STR | SPD | STM | DUR | SPE | CBP | PWF | | 5 | 5 | 4 | 5 | 4 | 5 | 5 | 5 |
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Post by flaze on Nov 13, 2017 2:53:41 GMT
NOIRA I had been enjoying myself, at least until I saw that weird black hole demon appear and ruin things. I decided to take a backseat after that, watching from afar at the other fights to gauge out everyone before making my next move. After all, I couldn't risk losing my change by going too gung-ho.
Unfortunately, my beautiful plans were ruined by the arrival of that pesky archangel and his forces. Who did he think he was? barging into someone else's garden like it was his own. I swear heavenly beings were all the same, pompous and full of themselves, thinking they could just take over everything.
I mean...yes, I want to take over everything, but I'm not going to act like I'm better than everyone else while doing so...even though I am.
Even so, the arrival of the Empyrians spelled a change for the battle, Jegudiel's forces were forces to be reckoned with, even though they were weakened thanks to Necropolis' own aura. As thus, I dove into the shadow, waiting for a chance to strike.
And so I took it, right as I saw one of the members of his forces pierce a demonw ith his spears I leapt out. I enveloped my right arm with shadows and grabbed one of the swords I had stored away, slashing down at him.
The angelic being turned around quickly, using his spear to block my strike. "Quite bold for a vermin," he spoke, his voice booming before he pushed me back with a wave of energy. He spread his wings out, standing on the ground like a harbringer of death as he held his spear forward, his halo shining brightly. "Do you wish to face your doom that badly, demon?"
"Doom? I'm sorry, but that word doesn't register in my vocabulary," I replied with a snicker, making shadows jump at him from behind. He saw them coming however and quickly wiped them off with a flick of his wings.
Yep, this guy was going to be more troublesome than I expected. I stretched my hands out channeling my shadows to my palm as a small sphere materialized. "You're going to regret making me use this."
I threw my hand forward, firing the sphere at him. He was about to wipe it away but instead jumped out of the way just as it came close. His body tensed up, giving me a chance to warp in front of him and land a kick straight in the face. How I marvelled at the sight of my foot digging into that smug look of his.
He thrusted his spear forward, gracing my arms. However, that gave me exactly what I wanted as the sphere I had fired doubled back and flew pass his spear, cleanly wiping away the center of it and cutting off the link between us.
The angel gasp, his eyes bulging as the sphere flew at him once more, this time making him fly away in fear. 'What the hell is that!?" he yelled out as he fired another wave of energy, except this one didn't work, instead it just made the sphere grow.
"Told you."
SHADOW DANCER
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Post by travine on Nov 14, 2017 16:49:28 GMT
Travine was snacking on the leg of a lesser demon. When she heard the voice of a pesky archangel ring out over the land stating "Sinners! Defilers of Sanctum! Lords of Rot and Destruction! Your Time has come! Face Judgement Almighty!". Lowering the leg, blood and small pieces of flesh attached to hunks of meat could be seen from her mouth, all the way down to her chest and slipping within her shirt. A pout began to form on blackened lips, for she just received permission to kill at will. Was she going to allow another voice to take it away?
A chiseled figure appeared before her. Travine's head cocked to the right as she stared at the being for a moment. Those emerald eyes began to flicker with red flames. Her thirst for 'tea' had yet to be sated. Those eyes looked over the wings and a smirk escaped her lips. "An angel" Travine let out a maniacle laugh. As she did, the angel began to draw it's bow and aimed the arrow at her. Travine waited for the arrow to be released before knocking it out of the air with that long, spiked tail. The tail then moved for the angel's throat. The angel drew it's blade, slicing Travine's magnificent tail. A loud growl escaped her lips as she disappeared from sight.
The angel, thinking it had one, turned around, only to come face to face with Travine. Quickly Travine brought her right hand up, gripping the hair on the back of the angel's head. Those razor sharp teeth sinking into the angel's throat, ripping out the jugular. A dark, sinister laugh escaped as she spit the chunk of meat onto the ground. That mouth moving back to the throat so that she may have a drink of 'tea'. Once she felt the body go limp and the blood no longer pumped through the angels's body, Travine let go of the being, hearing a thud as it hit the ground. Crouching down, Travine used her razor sharp claws to cut the wings from the corpses body.
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Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Nov 14, 2017 18:43:36 GMT
This was just too much.
Maximillion wasn't that into combat, but if he got into a particularly good fight, he could often just let the bloodlust envelope him, and just let it all out, and he could sling blows and energy attacks with the best of them, and he would eventually give in to the sheer exhilaration of battle. With these bloodthirsty, malicious demons, Maximillion didn't feel any of the hesitation nor reluctance he felt when dealing with humans or other more humane-seeming entities, so he was letting it all hang out, tensing up his powerful limbs, charging the kinetic energy within them, then timing singular blows for vital areas and felling foes.
The speed with which he did it made it seem like he was darting around, moving like a streak of purple, clashing with other streaks that were the faster-moving demonic entities that were in the crowd at the time. However, if you could slow down the movements 100,000% or so, you would see him dodging and evading attacks, then aiming singular punches that would blow an opponent's torso out, or diagonal kicks that seemed to evaporate the better part of another's body, and the bulk of the time would be spent dodging, dipping, ducking, and moving, just barely out of the reach of the attacks aimed at him, then using a counterattack in the form of one of his lethal blows. But then things got crazy, explosions, flashes of light, eruptions of energy, so much so that even Reidh moved through the crowd to get closer to Maximillion, and the two put their backs together, facing off whatever came at them as a duo.
At the point that the angelic beings descended downwards, into the crowd, that was when Maximillion was convinced that they were in far over their heads. "We could go like this for hours, and it would seem as though it never ends." Maximillion hissed. He and Reidh moved as if within an invisible circle that was about a 10 foot radius, keeping their backs to one another. A few times, a teleporter, or a being who could move fast enough to get through their 'circle' would appear between the two and try aiming for their blind spot, but as if rehearsed - and it likely was - they would both aim a powerful strike for whatever entered their circle, decimating it upon impact from the combined force of their unified attacks. When the 'Whitelighters' - Max's personal term for Angelic beings and their sort - descended, Maximillion kept out of their way, doing his best to skirt around any skirmishes between them and the Demonic entities, and Reidh did likewise. Perhaps due to noticing that they had no interest in fighting the Whitelighters, or perhaps sheer luck, Maximillion and Reidh didn't wind up having to fight any (at least, not yet), but they still kept their formation on the outskirts of battle now, only going into the midst of the bloodshed if they could do so without crossing the path of a non-demon. Neither of them seemed to notice Sem in the crowd, nor the woman who hurled spheres of devastating energy into the angel who tried to attack her, nor many of the other amazing superpowers that were still fighting. A vast many had come to this gathering, and even with the terrific fighting everyone was doing - demons, non-demons, and strangers to the Necropolis alike - there were still plenty among the Demonic hordes (and now Angelic hordes) who would be glad to hamstring or behead anyone who thought the fighting was over and done.
Maximillion VonMitternacht
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