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Post by Blair on Dec 19, 2016 5:43:50 GMT
Dark skies loomed overhead. Why were there always clouds when chaos was on the horizon? It was a cliche, but it worked rather well, did it not? The throne was made of pitch black patella bones, and materialized atop a hill in Sanctuary that overshadowed a massive modern city. It was time. The members and guards of Necropolis, an astral city of evil, would begin to appear and be summoned into the physical realm. Demons, fallen angels, and evil spirits of all sorts would materialize throughout the open streets, and begin haunting and slaughtering the residents of the Sanctuary's biggest city.
Meanwhile, in Eokia, the same thing was happening. Demons were appearing everywhere, and beginning to lay waste to the land, creatures, and people who made their home on the magical continent. A gruff laugh came from the man sitting atop the bone throne. He was a very old man, large in size, with silver hair and a thick beard. The sclera of his eyes were black, while the irises were red, and the pupils white. He wore elaborate garments and armor, and relaxed on his royal chair, both arms sitting comfortably on the patella arm rests. Who was he? He was the King of Necropolis: Kasvetli. And he would rule them all.
In the meantime, a small Sylveon would perch atop a building on the opposite end of the king. The small pink and white creature was an unnatural being, and her existence in Sanctuary was forbidden. Nevertheless, she resisted, avoided the Authorities, and continued to survive. Eventually she was taken in by a somewhat secret rebel organization within the borders of the continent. That group was known as Eden, and it was aware of the existence of magic and the supernatural. She became an Agent, and eventually ascended through the ranks. Despite being a small pokemon species, she had her abilities, and was a strong leader and organizer. Her name was Feya, and she was the Boss of Eden. The threat of Necropolis was a damning one, and she firmly believed that nobody deserved to live in the chaotic world that they would bring. Thus, she would order the members of Eden to fight alongside the Sanctuary Authorities, and stop the spirits of Necropolis.
Finally, chartreuse eyes would glare towards the hilltop from the street. He was out and about doing his own business, when the appearance of spirits and the waves of panic ensued. People were running for their lives, and slowly being picked off one by one in the bloody scene. This was the exact opposite of what the Director of the Sanctuary Authorities wanted. However, he obviously could not blame some group in Eokia, as these demons were obviously from some astral realm, wielding powers that were of a different nature than those who used the standard magic. How annoying. There was a revolver in left hand, and not just any revolver, but a special one that had been customized by modern technology to negate and seal magic. In his right hand was a chisa katana which gleamed somehow under the cloudy skies. He skilled swordsman and shooter, and an experienced fighter overall. The Authorities and some local civilians were already in action against the invasion of Necropolis. It was about time for him to take part. He was known as Mr. Acciaio to most people, and as the Director and leader to others. Rebels of Eden and all who opposed the peace of Sanctuary knew to fear him. King Kasvetli would be sorry, and as for Feya, he had ordered his men to not fight against the Agents of Eden... for now.
It was time for the game to really begin.
OOC // You may join with any character and as many as you wish! Please do not play more than you can handle. You may fight NPCs, seek to fight other members if they are open to it, or even go about your own business in doing what you do- looting, exploring, ignoring the battle, etc.
In a little bit, the leaders will begin to be killed off one by one. As soon as a leader dies, YOU have the opportunity to rise to leadership. Take charge IC and see where it gets you. You may also PM me to state interest in leading, so staff members can pay attention to you as you move through the event.
If you want to make alternate threads for this event for PvP or other plots, you may, in this Plot Board. The main action with the NPCs, however, will happen here. You are free to try to engage the NPCs, however, note that nothing will prevent their deaths, and they each have very strong powers all their own, with plot favor to back it up.
No need to ask questions-- just hop in and do as you please! You need not postmatch or reach any wordcount; just have fun!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 13:04:25 GMT
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Post by Loner。 on Dec 20, 2016 0:14:05 GMT
(A different character each paragraph)
EOKIA DRACOSTAR of old Leader of The Tribe of Crystal Waters The rift in space ripped the old dragon from his slumber. He remembered the circumstances coming up to his sleep only in fragments. There was a broken orb, shattered sanity madness in a way, and the tribe he had once led. How long had he been out from reality as if one dead, sleeping so deep under the earth that he had not even drempt. This moment of wondering lasted but a mere second before the great feeling of being trapped in his own tomb took over. The large asian dragon thrashed and writhed, creating an earthquake across a swath of Eokia under which he'd been constrained to rest as he dug his way up towards the surface, towards fresh air and light. In his desperation, He had no regard for those who might have made their homes over him. They were the first to fall to harm from this second terror that the first had awakened. He broke out from the surface. Even with the dark skies the light in contrast to the dark of the underground was blinding to the long dragon's old underused eyes. Blind in the dark, nearly as blind in the light the old dragon continued to grasp at the world around him. The Once Glorious leader of The Tribe of Crystal Waters, redused to a mere beast carving a swath of felled trees, and stormy weather with cutting winds and stinging torrents of rain whipped up in his wake. (This character may posibly die)
MOHANCHOR guard of the city, and elemental gardian in training In the great city Mohanchor looked up at the sky. The large humanoid male sniffed the air. He could hear the cries of fear and see the lights of life grow dim as life forces died out. He ran to the town sauare, into the academy and up many stairs. In one of the many rooms, there was a lever, he pulled it, activating The city's magical emergency defences, and alerting the leaders of the city to the threat. As crackling purple magic outlined the barrier to intrusion that formed in the sky, and came around to touch the ground, Mohanchor worked his way back down the many stairs knowing he had to see what he could do to keep the citizen's safe. Not everyone would be able to fight. When he saw others who acted as city guards or medics, the eyeless small-giant-like male shouted orders for defense offence or rescue actions.
SHADOW former general in a human-magic war It felt like he had seen this before as he the long eel-hound like dragon looked up at the sky. Once he had been the one coming down from the sky in a preventive strike to keep magical lands from being bombed. Now monsterous beings were coming from the sky for a purpose which he naturally did not know nor could guess. However the dragon knew that he had seen this sort of dark energy before. Once he had been bound by such a thing, he and Salzin, once friend to him, and Dracostar and many others. Shadow could only imagine with dread what might happen if such energy reached his wife, his daughter, their friends, and so many others. Shadow brought his claw to the great gold chain necklace and ruby pendant which he wore about his neck. It was a mark of his current freer state, while he had by choice elected to maintain grey fur and droopy mane, in the form from when he had been but a servant of evil wishes. He twisted the gem in the necklace, uttering a simple word which paired with that it only worked for him brought magic and weapons to his hand for use. His fur paling white, his markings grey and black, god and red and silver being his armor and on his back a large disk polished like a mirror and chain, a magical weapon that was the pendent's true form. Though wingless shadow flew without wings, leaping into the sky and honing in on the threat. He didn't have many to fight by his side yet, but he hit the forces of the evil spirit realm hard with his mirror as a primarily weapon, along with claws and teeth and plazma like flames he could breath, magic and spells, the nature of many he knew being darker in origin being a backup.
SANCTUARY JADE SMITHFIELD Jade was caught unprepared, but she quickly got ready. Donning armor of the latest make, light weight, bullet proof, usually used when she needed to fight. This was covered with snug clothing that did not inhibit movement too much. Representing sanctuary, her garb was official with the colors and sygil of the land. Her weapons were knives and a retractable staff with a tazer built in. She covered this all with a cloak. That she had ears and tail might surprise some people but if she was dressed officially it must surely be science patented right? She was and she wasn't it was complicated. The preparation took very little time, and she was outside and on her feet ready to fight. This time her targets were neither of the usual ones. There was things not even she believed in, and she was one of the few who actually knew of Eden. Usually when she attacked jade took much preparation. Here she knew not the enemy nor their weaknesses. She covered her head so her face was in shadow and began running towards the locus of the commotion. She'd be more likely to full the common citizens than an enemy but in order to fight best she needed to see how close she could get. It was that or see if she could find someone she knew, change her face accordingly so that she'd be known by them, and get a report. Whichever came first.
MALIK YOUNG Malik was at work, helping the new coworker learn the ropes, when the building shook and eventually fell on their heads. Malik reacted in self defense. The next thing he knew the coworker was screaming pointing at glistening light barrier that was the only thing keeping the room from caving in. The coworker was terrified and not of the Necropolis demons but of Malik, as Malik realized that to save their lives he had used the power that he both knew he had and dreaded. "Get out of here before this place falls on our heads." Malik ordered knowing and dreading what might happen if there were too many witnesses. Luckily it was only his coworker so far. Unluckily coworkers might talk later. Being smart in fear the newbie ran fleeing from malik while malik held the building up. Only then malik worked his way outside letting his power protect him to some extent while trying to hidethe appearance changes it caused from view. Hopefully by the time he stepped outside and the building collapsed behind him no one near would be able to peg him out as different. He looked around what was going on?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 1:04:13 GMT
eokia Jasper felt the rift in time and space, and was terrified. Something was about to go horribly wrong. He looked out the window and a gasp escaped his throat, already over-dilated pupils widening further. One hand curled instinctively around the knife he kept in his belt at almost all time. He saw the demons, and tensed up immediately. Why? He knew what to do, though. Centuries of training drilled into your head doesn't go away easily. Bolting over to his closet, Jasper threw open his door and tore doing the clothing. He cut the back of his hand on the knife, and bled on the wall, which trembled and slid open, revealing many neatly stacked drawers. Each had a label, ranging from abarimon to zombie. Jasper set to work, trying to find the one what read demon.
santuary Braz had known something was coming for days now. She didn't know what, but it was something big. When it finally came, it was when she was asleep. Not for long, though. Her azure eyes snapped open, and the addonexus fell off of her bed in shock. Something was here. She picked herself off from the floor, and, with shaking hands, she picked up the remote and turned on the television. It was on the news, and an involuntary smile curled on Braz's lips. Sanctuary was being invaded. Braz wasn't a sadist. She didn't take pleasure in other's suffering, but Sanctuary was finally getting what it deserved. Attack the supernatural, and it attacks you. Her smile was for another reason. Addonexi fed on emotions, and she happened to be one that fed on ones that would be caused by the invasion. Shoving on an army jacket and grabbing her bat, she raced out of her apartment and into the car. Braz made a fake excuse to a confused person that one of her relatives lived in the city that was being attacked. Gunning the engine, she sped off in the direction where the city was located.
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Post by forty on Dec 20, 2016 21:38:54 GMT
In Eokia city borders.
Tokara was standing there on the borders of the city having been released from some odd interrogations. Even he knew this meant a battle would begin after all nothing that had a flashy entrance in his world like this meant anything good. grinning while looking up at the sky that not to long ago he was falling from his gazed turned to looking at the horse killer shield strapped to his arm with 5 dragon buster rounds inside hidden from view. "Well looks like now is the best time to stretch my old body, its been a long time since I've done this..." as he started up a run towards the barrier created out of thin air. "great now how can i join in on the fun." he saw what looked like a guard who had detained him earlier walking up to him he did him a not so kind favor, he clobbered him over the head with his shield and dragged him after stripping him of any protective armor and wore it himself. standing over the guard who was out cold he threw his body in to a building the looked beefed up for protection. "sorry about that hope your head not to hurt when you wake up." tokara was once a pirate captain so stealing this mans armor meant nothing to him. getting a feel for the armor he took the helm off. "damn my heads smaller then that lizards... well looks like old times now." he walked up to the barrier and stood his ground with a small sword and some rather loose fitting armor. "i'm ready to fight when you are...." talking to some demon's staring him down from the other side. in his mind he was thinking counting the numbers of demons slowly grathering. "one of those time i wish i had a partner..or a crew again." he said mumbling as his frosty breath breathed out. tears formed as he remembered he was stuck here no one knew who he was nothing but a speck of dust on this rock. ripped from his world his anger grew flexing his muscles getting ready for the fight to begin starts to pound his chest to stop tears from forming the sound of the shield pounding on his chest sound like a war drum "I Tokara Lord of the frozen tundra of Lymphae Challenge you all! All who wish to fight follow me in to the heart of this battle. Fear not your enemy Fear not their numbers. Use it as a means to fight the fear this is your true strength as your will is your Armor." he sung this out as if it was a war cry in a way it was, this was some thing his old teacher tough him. every time his voice got loud as his armor began to show hits of frost collecting on it. the pounding of his chest was soon joined with stomps from his feet as he was pumping his body up hyping it for the coming battle.
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Post by Loner。 on Dec 22, 2016 0:57:37 GMT
EOKIA DRACOSTAR The large crazed dragon eventually made is way into the air, flying in a wild twisting spiral which whipped up the winds and rains further. Honing in on something, the ancient asian dragon flew, honing in on the evil. it was familiar, and it also wasn't. To the old dragon as he headed toward the great city, the evil he was tracking was in multiple places at once. He struck out in the air and towards the ground, with lighting, or with great sweeps of his serpentine body, not differentiating between the demons who were gathering and allies who might have come to the sky to fight.
MOHANCHOR The same could be said of Tokara's flashy entrance couldn't it? some people in the city might even think of that as a precursor to this, great demonic invasion happening over the land. Yet in a time such as this were was little time to scold question or deal with internal sources of chaos. with Mohanchor's strange way of seeing he saw the icy man from earlier running free to fight. he saw his comrade struck down, but as the guard was not dead, there was little he could do about the behavior now. for now there was the matter of fighting and defense. Other guards were handling the defense so Mohanchor headed towards the barrier, then through it. The barrier had a few properties to it that allowed this, that eligible people and objects from inside could go out to fight was one of those traits. Meanwhile cracks appeared on Mohanchor's flesh, oozing out high temperature rock and metal which became like a built in armor with which to fight. If Mohanchor looked reptilian before, this built in armor increased his draconic appearance with the way it formed claws and plates of armor. sharp obsidian, and metals made a fair close distance weapon as he slashed at a wraith like being who was attacking. near the ground.
SHADOW The warrior dragon swerved to avoid a blow from a dragon who had once been his old friend. "Omnius, what on earth." he growled as he noticed Dracorstar's drunken and nearly blind flight path. "Stinking turtle offal." he muttered, as he quickly changed his course. shadow knew not how strong the enemy was here, but he knew that his old friend had been a very powerful dragon, and in this mad instinctual state was a danger both to himself and others. Shadow began muttering in an old draconic tongue, flying in patterns specific to an old kind of magic which he hoped could at least give his old friend some sanity, and purify whatever force was pulling Draco onward. In the middle of the spell however shadow's concentration was broken by the need to engage. His polished disc weapon, which was a component of focusing magic among other things, shadow was forced to use as a sharp cutting edge between his airborne attacker and himself. The magic he had been weaving exploded with the strike at the creature from the Necropolis, cutting a large swath of purified space around shadow, but doing nothing at all to stop Dracostar's reckless flight.
BRUSH Brush was a peaceful dragon, not nearly as skilled in offense as her father, but when the din began she too could not remain inactive. she ran, flew and jumped on a course towards the fray, her high speed being one of the few assets to her in nearing the locus of the attack on Eokia. "Oh no, Oh no..." she muttered as she slowed as the battle came into sight. this was very bad but what could she do. Not knowing the enemy, she was hesitant to attack them. They might actually be good people. that's what she hoped, but it definitely didn't look like they were, not by the way she saw glimpses of who looked like friends and family in combat, and with the sheer dark energy crackling through the air. The next thing she knew she was dodging, finding herself the target of an attack which her highly tuned senses had picked up before her conscious mind had. Her mind began racing, pulling at the memory of books of spells and histories she had read for a clue to this enemy, a name, a weakness a spell, anything she could use or tell someone to use, that would be effective.
SANCTUARY JADE The Female dashed against the panicking crowd, her feline agility making picking out spaces through which she could slip and maintain her momentum a simple matter. she saw many she'd think of enemies on one day or another, but unless she wanted to assassinate someone they all would remain untouched. she did draw her weapon however, as by the time she was near anyone there were plenty of attackers. she slashed at one with the knife but didn't wait to see how well the hit landed.
MALIK Seeing the rising destruction of the attack around him, malik was faced with a moment of uncertainty. he could try and fight, but then he might be permanently marked as a monster, but if he didn't fight then what? someone might get killed and he'd feel guilty. Malik shuddered, trying hard to solve this issue while looking around, and hoping he would not end up the object of an attack in the process. He knew he might look like an appealing target for some beings.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 1:43:49 GMT
eokia Armed with holy water and an ancient knife, Jasper charged into the fray, frantically slashing at demons at random. His discolored eyes were feral, almost animalistic. He sunk the blade into where the lung would be into a demon's abdomen, and it screamed and writhed, before disintegrating. A knife and a bottle of holy water that was already running low were far from enough to stop that many demons, though, and he already had many gashes along his arms and legs.
santuary Braz turned off her car and stuffed the keys into her pocket. Before she exited the car, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused. Drawing on powers that had gone unused for a long time, the addonexus oh-so-carefully rearranged the bone structure of her face. It was far from perfect, and the result was an interesting distortion of Braz's features. Then, she turned her arms upwards so that her wrists were exposed. Gritting her teeth, she willed her bones to grow. Then, she told them to grow upwards. The result was two blades of bones sticking out of her wrists. They were small enough to be concealed, but large enough to be deadly. Sliding out of the car and slamming the door shut, she ran towards the city. When she reached there, she saw the city almost completely surrounded by nonhumans, and a thrill went through her. Oddly enough, they didn't attack her. Perhaps they sensed that she wasn't human either. Once they figured out that she wasn't part of their plan to take over Sanctuary, or whatever, they would surely attack. That was what the blades were for. Hopefully, the fact that they were literally made of a supernatural beings bones would have some effect on them.
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Post by Ecclesia on Dec 22, 2016 4:16:15 GMT
War. What was it good for? Absolutely nothing, society would say. Well, peaceful societies, at that. Others would say for control, power, and proceed to read off a list of excuses. Nevertheless, war meant entertainment for the Daemon. It was fun to sit back and spectate, and that was precisely what Ecclesia was doing. She had taken a seat atop a large ten story building in order to watch the spectacle. All-our war with the invading demons of Necropolis and the residents of Sanctuary. Where else were these evil spirits attacking? The Snowy Mountains? The Woodlands? Perhaps Eokia? She really did not know, nor did she care. All that mattered was the present, which would prove to be quite a show to watch.
She did recognize a few of the people nearby, using super senses and clairvoyance to add to her range of view. Feya, for one, the leader of Eden. While the experienced Sylveon likely would not approve of Ecclesia sitting around in her human form and doing nothing, the Daemon had no reason to engage in battle unless someone came too close. It was all child's play, and would not be as much fun to involve herself. The other person that Ecclesia recognized was the daughter of her other half... a younger Half-Daemon named Abeo. With luck, the strange child of hers would not sense or find her. It would be annoying to deal with, and definitely would ruin the entire reason she was here. As for the other weaker demons in the area, the blonde dared not let any come too close. Once they came into an arm's reach of where she sat, the Daemon quickly would extract their souls and crush them. To her, they were not even worth consuming. They were like insects- meant to be crushed, and replaced by another that was hopefully not nearby. If a real challenge presented itself, it might be worth considering, but why bother venturing out? She would let them come to her.
//open to being attacked, though I will warn that most of her powers revolve around spiritual properties, and ultimately, me having various OOC permission. Perhaps PM/Discord me to plot how they shall engage? (:
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Post by Hun on Dec 22, 2016 4:35:37 GMT
Come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man! The last thing anyone expected was an invasion. Especially one on such a large scale... Just look at that portal! It was huge! And...so deadly...
"Gah, stupid demons..!" Hun clutched an injured arm, crouching in an alley way. "Ruining everything...those poor people..." There was death and destruction everywhere.. There had to be something that Hun could do to help, because obviously charging head first didn't do anything.. Unless...
"Hmph...alright, Fen, you might have a chance to actually cause chaos and it'll be for the greater good.." But unleashing Fenrir right now could be too much of a shock...so that meant she'd have to go head to head, man to man! Give those demons hell! And that is exactly what she planned on doing, injured arm or not!! Viva la revaluation!!
Although it had been a while, Hun had no troubles manipulating her soul. It was second nature to her at this point.. Within moments, she had Fenrirs claws; compared to a human body they looked like large gauntlets, covering Huns for arms in the normal green aura that her animancy caused.
"Fufufu...Time to show these demons the severity of their mistakes!" She ran out into the fray, ready to strike down the first demon who dared cross her path!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 5:01:58 GMT
sanctuary Braz decided that she was tired simply shouldering her way through the sea of demons. Pulling down her jacket sleeves, she rammed one of the blades in her wrists into the nearest demon's side, and dragged it, ripping it open. She felt them turning, and then she ran with inhuman speed and grace. Hopefully, she could find some other nonhumans that were more-or-less on Sanctuary's side (or at least not in favor in being slaughtered by the invading forces) before the demon caught up to her.
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Post by Loner。 on Dec 22, 2016 22:15:55 GMT
EOKIA DRACOSTAR The large oriental dragon careened towards the barrier of the eokian city. He ended up sprawled out on top of it top of its crackling surface for a moment, as if the barrier was a solid form, keeping him out. The surface crackled and streaked with electric looking bright lines, before the crazed dragon pushed off the barrier, and whipped his tail blindly towards a perceived foe He did not actually aim the attack, and his powerful tail might hit anything in between himself and the enemy he might even be aiming unknowingly at an ally.
SANCTUARY MALIK Braz might find herself near someone she'd met once before, as Malik tried to defend himself from a demonic creature who had swooped down towards him with nothing more than an old pipe which he used to block it's advances and sometimes in an attempt to attack. Malik had decided to try and help, but was trying hard to avoid tapping into his innate powers due to how much they scared him, and how much he didn't wish to loose access to his human life yet. Too bad some of his abilities would have been perfect against these unholy spiritual beings.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 22:46:45 GMT
sanctuary Braz whirled around and jabbed one of the blades into a demon's throat before she continued her flee. Clearly, whatever her bones were made out of, they could hurt demons. Perhaps not kill, but certainly harm. She scanned the area, looking for somewhere to hide. At least ten demons were chasing her, but she'd outrun as many humans. Well, that was when she had her friends and a car was probably nearby, but still! Panting, she swerved the corner and ducked into an empty alley.
Hadraniel set down on top of a building. Their purple wings folded into their back, and melded back into their body. They observed from far above, watching calmly. The angel wouldn't help either side, until something had the stupidity to attack them.
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Post by forty on Dec 23, 2016 0:49:21 GMT
The pounding stopped as tokara took a runner stance and started to charge with a blood thirst roar as he passed through the barrier demons begun to swarm in, there was a loud crack as the shield came in contact with a demons face sending it with great force in to a few knocking then down like bowling pins, the demon struck had a large patch of frost eating away at its body as if like a an infection. "Hell freezes tonight and your all going back." tokara yelled as he takes a stance and pulls the leaver to the side of the shield, his frost clenched its self to the ground bracing his body by his legs as he created a bubble of 8 meters in diameter around himself of temperature so cold many of the demons could not get close to him with out dieing from frost bite and breaking apart. his heart raced like never before as he took aim with his shield. "Have a taste of why I was crown lord of lymphea's frozen tundra!" magic funneled around the shield barrel for some reason. "Frozen Hailstorm Missile!" aiming for a large cluster, with a click the shot fired his frost bubble disappearing as it followed the loaded shells vacuum tunnel as it blew through the demons it went for 500 feet before the frost caught up with the shell causing a massive ice explosion freezing everything in the blast in to solid ice that shattered like powder.
The path of the Hailstorm cleared for 3 meters on each side causing tokara to smiled at the destruction. demon's had jumped from the path those who saw it coming some where only grazed by it limbs froze like liquid nitrogen was poured on them, breaking this limbs off so they could continue the fight. suddenly he felt his heart skip as beat and immense pain shocked his whole body. ~ What is happening?~ Thinking to himself as he got up in time as his frozen shell was removed from around him as demon screamed and charged in after him seeing this one defense of his down.
As Tokara kept fighting throwing punches left and right struggling to keep up a few times he used the break of the shield for some more devastating wounds by cutting a few guts open with the tip, at one point thought the middle a small deamon was taken down tokara proceeded to use it like a wreaking ball and used the smaller demon thought the fight. soon he noticed a pattern, the flood of demons was non-stop an had no plan of stopping to give a chance get another hailstorm shot off the demons where smart enough to know not to let him get a footing again keeping his old body moving. "smart bastards you lot are.... What I wouldn't give to have Sidney fighting side by side again...I need a little jolt.." he smiled as he took a punch to the face sending himself flying back getting up he worked his jaw a little. "damn you actually can punch.." he spit a tooth out on to the ground his heart still hurting actually his whole body hurt, Imussa was a wonderful healer but the elf had focused most of his powers on healing the injured from when tokara landed. "Damn bloody elf. my body still hurts!" he caught the fist of the large demon and twisted it to the side so he could drive his own fist in to it elbow breaking it. the limb came back tossing the large man crossed the field as he came to a rolling stop on his back he looking up in to the storming sky smiling. "so is this where you body finally gives out old man?" talking to himself feeling defeated coughing up blood from a collapsed lung and internal bleeding.
His heart still beat strong with only a slight flutter, the demon with the broken arm slowly made its way to to the fallen warrior of ice. the sound of the battle field flooded his head it was like sweet melody to him. "so peaceful." suddenly the sound of crying rang louder then the sound of the battle field. there was a child not to far from him, or at least looked young crying out for it parents, or guardians. he saw a demon heading towards them and forced his body off the ground. getting a strong running stride he crashed in to the demon body shoving them away his eyes filled with rage and as if a mother protecting its young. "If I die here I'll die as a guardian!" his body was barely holding its self up who knew so soon into the battle he would be this worn out. pulling the leaver on the shield the empty casing ejected from the skull loading another one in its place ready to take on more foes. 4 shells left was lingering in his mind.
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Post by Abeo on Dec 24, 2016 4:32:55 GMT
The sights of chaos were absolutely delicious to watch. The blood of mortals was enticing to the young Half-Daemon, who had likely eaten more than her fair share of demons and other unholy creatures. She had not consumed enough to turn her into one, but at least give her some of the mentality and characteristics of most of those evil spirits. The old bag of bones on the throne might have been their leader, yet his commands did not faze Abeo one way or another. He obviously had his position because he was the strongest, but all she really cared about now was a game, and perhaps some of that enticing blood for her now partly vampiric instincts. Too many dark souls absorbed, really. No matter.
Red eyes blazing, the member of Necropolis focused her eyes on one particular human who seemed worth picking on. Standing on the roof of a one-story building and forming a fairly large ball of black-aura energy in one hand, Abeo attempted to launch it directly for Malik. Hopefully, it would hit, and the effects of the basketball-sized orb would not leave a mark on the physical body, but injure the spirit instead, causing quite a bit of pain. It would begin to corrupt the soul, most likely, in ways that Abeo had no way of predicting. This would be fun~
@malik In Sanctuary Abeo is open for alternate threads.
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Post by Jay on Dec 24, 2016 20:02:31 GMT
Amitiel The energy of the demonic scourge was enough to grab Amitiel's attention. The normally very sessile celestial was stirred from their observations of the people in Eokia by the ripples in spacetime.
Sitting far above the skies, Amitiel had a bird's eye view of the activities below. It made things easier to survey, after all, as was Amitiel's role in the past. This invasive power was something that roused a very deep, very primal feeling of disgust in the normally passive being.
Amitiel wordlessly descended to Eokia, immediately taking a human form. It was a girl's physical form, with brown hair and bronze skin. The only things that remained were Amitiel's glowing blue eyes. Normally, that would give their identity away, but they had been a denizen of this land long enough to know that there were so many unusual creatures that their current form would not be an issue. No one would ask questions.
They - or she, in this case, had many. So, she made her way toward someone who seemed to know what they were doing - the first seeming to be Mohanchor.
"Excuse me, Mr. Guard," she waved to him. "Would you mind explaining to me what all of the commotion is about?" Celestial Angel Neutral Good | Ageless | Genderless
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