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Post by dain on Sept 29, 2007 19:46:31 GMT -5
Dangerous heights in the stratosphere gleamed with the uncertain rays of the high noon sun. The land below, a barren wasteland, the utmost perfection of a stage. Manifestations of life, death, and normality reign in their ultimate battle of destruction. The orange-clayed ground rumbled from the armies setting in, fortresses being built, and black smoke from weapon and armor smithies. The EPIC was to unfold this day. The battle of the decade. Above, the Gods betted on who would win and who would lose, their invisible smiles coveting the mystical ambrosia in stead of their pots. Wine rained from the sky as the Gods drank merrily, for the time was at hand. Wind sprayed the cliffs, red rain fell to the ground and stopped, the soundless cawing of vultures echoing across the hills.
There, in all earnesty, lay the fortress dubbed Auvryrahel. Darius, God of Souls, stood fast atop his structure as his army geared up for the upcming kinniption that would last for lifetimes. The God was dressed in his usual attire, an armor made of souls that shone with a grey sparkle and the screams of innocents. His blade, nearly six feet long, Draciel cried in agony of its wait for fresh blood to quench its thirst and sate its everlasting hunger.
The Drow Gos jumped form his fortress and landed quietly on the ground, raising his left hand as the gate to his fortress lifted, revealing his untold and forever army. Before the regimens, the long white hair of Darius swayed in the breeze, his bleached white eyes scouring his army. In the front there were infantry made of undead Drow, ready to kill yet feel no pain, all with silver weaponry. In the middle lay a vestitude of golems all spanning from Darius himself, their diamond bodies crackling as they moved in unison wih the front infantry. In the very back, six regimens of undead archers lined and fitted silver arrows to their bows of ebony, bones clanking together as they marched.
Darius called for halt as he looked at them all, then turned and faced his destination.
"ROAXOLLEN!!!!" Darius launched himself up in the air, reality warping from his speed, as grey dragon wings bust through his chest armor and completel removed it. There in the air, speeding toward the enemy, a muscled and bare-chested Darius held Draciel in position as he reached his ultimate height in the air, and swung the blade.
Immediately, a giant wave of pure Soul energy raked across the atmosphere toward the ground, ripping the elemental planes and causing a series of sonic booms as it hit the face of a mountain, causing the entire cascade to disappear almost instantly into the void. White lines went in a maze-like fashion all over Darius' body as he sucked souls from the endless Nexus to feed his power. With another mighty flap of his grand dragon wings, he bolted from the sky and down below as he rendevoused with his army, once again launching himself up in the air and releasing more shockwaves, leveling the ground and making all mountainous regions turn into simple sand.
Darius stopped, sheathed Draciel, and huffed. He was draining souls from the Nexus at an accelerated rate, meaning his power was rising every second.
He would win.
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Post by Whiteshadow on Sept 29, 2007 19:49:02 GMT -5
(( What are you expecting us to do? ))
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Post by dain on Sept 29, 2007 19:49:07 GMT -5
((As a point to be made, actual characters will only be used in that RP. Meaning, we need to know the specs on the cbox before you post, other than Red, Brandon, and Damon, who were conjoined in making up this idea.))
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Post by Creator on Sept 29, 2007 20:02:34 GMT -5
An alien creature appeared with the sound of a muffled gunshot, hovering in the air above Darius with a distorted grin. He had no wings, he simply hovered, a faint purple glow seeming to suspend him in the air. He watched with interest as Darius drained souls and grew in power, curious about him. He lowered to the ground and watched from afar, arms crossed. His chest did not move; he did not breathe, nor did he have any internal organs. He was a solid chunk of mass, straight through. None could really say what kept him moving. Not even he himself knew for sure. The purple glow faded, and only then did he seem to weigh anything at all.
The thing was about seven feet tall, towering over most mortals but still a joke compared to the sizes of some demonic beasts. His skin was a dull gray, with rather large muscles, though they were just for show; his strength wasn't in physical power, but in his ability to come back after nearly every attack. Pointed ears stretched a full ten inches out from the sides of his head, sticking straight out like needles through his smooth, white hair that ran down to his mid-back. A pair of completely black eyes glared from beneath white eyebrows, seeming to somewhat suck in the light around them. He grinned, revealing a mouth full of severely pointed teeth. With an overly-excited, yet calm laugh, he stepped forward, a thick, pointed tail waving slowly behind him. A pair of white pants rippled slightly in a passing breeze, coming a few inches short of his feet. His hands flexed, revealing that his fingernails were just as black and pointed as his toenails. "I'm going to kill you all," he growled in a voice that sounded more like an animal who had happened to pick up english over the years.
"I'm going to kill you... I'm going to... I'm... I'm going to kill..." he continued on, mumbling to himself for a few minutes. Then he tensed, muscles bulging, and screamed up into the sky. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL." His voice echoed across the land, a dozen times louder than it should have been. His mouth even seemed to stretch a bit beyond normal limits. The grass flattened, and parts of the earth caved in, creating unstable holes in the surrounding area. Clouds immediately thickened and turned nearly black, the darkest point directly above him. A jolt of purple electricity sparked between his body and the ground, and a few cracks tore through the ground in the general area. Even the air felt heavy with a strange aura, like the fuzziness one can feel just in front of the TV screen. Vascus was becoming anxious.
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Sept 29, 2007 20:18:16 GMT -5
A flock of grey clouds sunk to the ground. One by one, each reached the land, and every one had a god from the cold North standing. Odin, in a black cloak, Thor, holding Mjollnir by his side, Skadi, with her icy bow and arrows, and all the rest. Njord stepped off his cloud and made a thrusting motion. The sad song of the sea became increasingly louder as the coast climbed up next to the battlefield. Skadi made a swirling motion with her hands and a large chunk of land came soaring towards the battlefield and planted itself on the ground with them. On the new piece of land there were four large rocks and a giant silver wolf, with one of each of his four legs tied to one of the rocks with a simple lavender ribbon. Odin simply knelt down and muttered something under his breath. A giant tree sprung up, covered all the way up in the FUTHARK runes. Scampering down came a bright rusty colored squirrel, muttering cuss words all the way down. From the tree's very tip flew down a giant eagle, who simply soared over the gods before ascending again and circling the battlefield once more. Finally, bubbling up from the ocean came a milk white serpent head, the size of a small island, at least. All were here, thought the Norse gods, before remembering one thing. The ship. Loki, Hel, Garm, Hrarlsvaeg(sp?), and the Undead had yet to show up. Ratatosk continued to mutter cuss words. The gods began to test their weapons, just to make sure they worked.
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Post by [red].Raven on Sept 29, 2007 20:42:46 GMT -5
With the darkness of the clouds overhead, a shadow seemed to spread across the land. The oceans of darkness wove through a forest, and as it came out on the other side, one would find that it was not a shadow. Not a shadow; an army. An army of ark, shapeless creature simply created from shadow. But these were not ordinary shadow dwellers. They could not be destroyed with a simple blow. They were much stronger, much more powerful, and much more resilient. A white skinned, black clad figure ran at the front of this mass of demons. His colorless eyes and mouth less, paper-white face were completely devoid of expression. His arms trailed out behind him as he ran faster than naturally possibly, waves of shadow following close behind him.
The earth he walked on was incinerated with black fire, that was then engulfed by the mass of Hybrid Dwellers. Suddenly, they all froze. The leader scanned the landscape. Another army in the distance. A devil in the sky.
Simple.
Upon six of his fingers- three on each hand- there was a ring. Each jewel shimmered with its own array of color, along with a powerful white aura. One or two aura's were black. His conquest was over. These rings gave him everything. Victory. Strength. Magic. Power. They could not be stolen by any means, not even through dimensional time warp. Once together, they separate only when the user dies; then they scatter to the gods, who may do with them what they wish.
The man leading the massive army of shadows raised one hand up into the air. It glowed for a moment before a wind vortex spiraled downward from the sky. He was picked up from the ground and raised high into the center of the power-high tornado. That is where he stayed. That is where Dimor focused his power. That is where Dimor summoned forth shadow blades, aimed and ready to slice through all who oppose him. Thousands of blades to match the thousands of demons below him. Up where Dimor could destroy everything.
Up where he could look out over all that was to be his.
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Post by Whiteshadow on Sept 30, 2007 7:30:16 GMT -5
(( I'm gonna give you guy's some competition, I'm using a character that's a bit unoriginal, but It would be a fun role play. I've tweaked him a bit, but if your into revelations, you'll know who it is. I'll post it's short description here... Let me know if I'm approved. ))
Name: Charon (Pronounced Karen)
Home: The Plutonian Shore, Underworld.
Purpose: Charon is a ferryman, who ferry's damned souls across the rivers of the underworld...
Acheron: The River of Woe Cocytuys: The River of Wailing Lethe: The River of Forgiveness Pyriphlegethon: The River of Fire Styx: The river of Hate
As the power of the underworld, or hell, has been falling due do rising faith on earth, The High demons believe the fire could be saved. Word of a battle had reached the ears of Lucifer, and it had been told that beings of great power we're fighting in this battle. Vascus, Odin, Njord, Dimor, Skadi, and his main focus, Darius. Charon was sent with the power's of hell, to kill these beings, and bring their souls to the underworld. (( Short and sweet ))
Physical Description: Charon is rather tall, about 6'7", and is usually cloaked by a large shadow, but as he rose to earth, the shadow was vanquished by the sun, and he stood only in leather undergarments. His skin was pale white from the eternity he spent in service to the underworld, covered in darkness. His hair is long, and pale white, but his eye's burn a fire red. His skin would soon burn under the heat of the sun... he was mortal again.
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Post by Creator on Sept 30, 2007 8:46:48 GMT -5
((He's not as tall as Vascus, so he's fine with me. ))
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Post by Whiteshadow on Sept 30, 2007 9:47:22 GMT -5
(( Thanks!! ))
Charon, now mortal, walked under the painful heat of the sun toward the other fighters. No stealth, he would have to take them with brute force.
(( Ha, I'll let you guy's make the first move... ))
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Post by dain on Sept 30, 2007 10:40:55 GMT -5
"Alu crey ussta lodias lu'elgg l'ogglin! Elgg mina! CAL MINA!" Darius yelled, his voice carrying on the tiding winds of battle, the fog of war settling in as his army doubled their pace in a bloodlusting spree.
The body of the Drow ancient started sparking with white hot power, the liens upon his chest surging with more and mroe strength each second. Those lines were his direct connection to the Nexus, and anyone who even touched them, was sucked into the endless void he now drew power from. Each death on this battlefield would bring him more and more strength. War was here, and Darius had already planned for its knock on the door. He suddenly turned for he sensed a new adversary, and licked his lips. He drew Draciel once more as the blade's scream resounded over the battlefield, the sound turning some heads, hardening others. Lost souls and spirirts emanated from Draciel volatile edge as power surged through its divine metal, and its animalistic thirst for blood was driving the sword to the brink of insanity.
Draciel was no regular sword, oh no. This sword wasn't even a sword. It was a soul, that Darius melded and bended in whichever way he pleased. Meaning, he could empower it, sharpen it, elongate it, even BEND it. Though, Darius had not the mind to share this information with his adversary.
The Drow God flapped his wings as a vortex grew behind him, and bulleted off toward the one aforementioned as Vascus. Darius held Draciel close as he sucked off the blade, empowering himself even mroe as he disappeared completely into another dimension, then reappeared behind Vascus, Draciel coming in for a devastating bite to the alien's neck.
Meanwhile, another soldier in the ranks hardened himself for the journey to come. There, down on the ground leading the army into battle, was Dain. Or what some thought to be Dain. His body and look was very different, for he was in his true form. A gigantic demon of black strode lightly along the ground, red glaring eyes looking over the barren landscape as pure darkness emanated from his body, an endless void. His his right hand he carried a weapon of untold power, Niram'hiru, an eight-bladed weapon that flowed in a circle and released the ultimate being of the Death element, the eagle of destruction that the blade was named after; Niram'hiru, destroyer of elements.
Dain turned his head back to his army, and motioned forward as the entire ranks of regimens went into a flat-out run toward the opposition. The black demon flew straight into the sky as he grew dark wings of ethereal content, and dived straight toward the cyclone the one named Dimor was in. He rose Niram'hiru and threw the giant circular blade at the man like a glaive, all eight elements of the Drow culture burning brightly as the discus surged toward him.
"EL ELG'CARESS!!!" Dain yelled in Drowish.
The black demon then disappeared and reppeared over the twister, going straight down through the middle as if unaffected by the wind. He was going to meet Niram'hiru as it hit Dimor, then take hold of it and absorb the man.
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Post by Whiteshadow on Sept 30, 2007 11:22:35 GMT -5
(( Dain, no offense, but can we keep the posts a little shorter? When we see those long posts, they end up going in one ear and out the other. That post could have been typed in 3 paragraphs, but you drag it out. Just try to keep it to a minimum. Thanks! ))
Charon squinted into the far distance, as the God of souls the powerful attacks at his enemys. Darius would be his biggest threat, so he would have to take him out first. Charon flew forward into the battle with the speed and stamina of a demon, but stopped before he launched his attack on Darius.
He watched as a large black demon (But nothing compared to the real demons from hell) Charged forward leading the army. Charon had dealt with demons before, and decided to take out this leader first. He heard Darius call out something in another strange tounge, and the small Demon vanished, only to re-appear above the vortex Darius was crating. It was time to unleash some of Charon's new power. He pointed 2 figures at the vortex, and shot a beam of fire toward it. The vortex would suck it up, creating a furnace around Dain. This would serve as a starting point for his attack.
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Post by dain on Sept 30, 2007 11:25:56 GMT -5
((I'm a detailed writer. Also, Dimor is IN that cyclone...))
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Post by [red].Raven on Sept 30, 2007 11:36:16 GMT -5
Dimor watched blankly as the demon threw the bladed weapon toward him. That would be dodged easily enough. He didn't do it just yet though. As soon as Dain vanished, Dimor's colorless eyes darted to the top of his tornado-on-steroids. He was right. Just a moment later, the demon was there, speeding down toward him. What sounded like a scoff came from the mouth less man clad in black as his left arm made a brushing motion off to the side. The wind vortex swiveled and pivoted out of the path of the oncoming weapon, but that still left Dain who could not so easily be avoided. This beast was Drow, a fact easily determined. Dimor clapped his hands together and all at once, the tornado dissipated. He then shot his hands upward as he fell downward and all the thousands of blades shot up like a tidal wave toward Dain.
But Dimor continued to fall.
He plummeted toward earth at a fatal speed, but when he hit the solid ground, he vanished. Actually, his body became shadow, spread apart, and reformed only a moment later, completely unharmed. The ring on his right index finger burst into a brilliant red light and Dimor raised that hand into the air. Each one of the thousand blades caught fire. Dain would be stabbed and burned unless he redirected his course.
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Sept 30, 2007 11:39:54 GMT -5
OoC: To understand this post, an uber-mini-glossary Ljosalf - light elf (plural- Ljosalfen) Svartalf - dark elf (plural- Svartalfen) Alf - Elf (plural- Alfen) Jotun - Giant (singular & plural) Dvergar - Dwarf (singular & plural) Aesir - Major Norse god (singular & plural) Vanir - Minor Norse god (singular & plural) Bandersnatch - a badgerlike burrowing creature with a long neck and sharp teeth (a Wonderlandish creature, but it was the only steed I could come up with) I think that's all...
"HUP-TWO-THREE-FOUR, HUP-TWO-THREE-FOUR!" shouted a voice rather harshly. A tall ljosalf clothed in turquoise was shouting these commands at the legions of ljosalfen following him. His hair, turquoise, like his armor and cloak, stood out before the mostly blonde ljosalf following him. "HUP-TWO-THREE-FOUR!" he kept shouting, marching with them. Next to the ljosalf army was the svartalf army, following Ottar as well. All clothed in black and red, they contrasted their brethren greatly.
A series of rhythmic grunts came from underground. Becoming louder and louder, one could hear shovelling noises. Soon a large tunnel appeared, and the Dvergar army marched out. They were all about ... Terent height [OoC: *evil chuckle*] (i.e. 4'10") and dressed in orichalkos armor, all with the greatest weapons they could forge, including hand cannons, broadswords, claws, and even mechanized wings. They all were following Brock, their chieftain, who was riding a Bandersnatch. "HALT!" he shouted in a gravelly voice. "HALT!" shouted the silvery voice of Ottar. The ljosalf and Bandersnatch-riding dvergar met one another and stopped, saluted eachother, and went back to their respective armies. "RESUME MARCH!" they shouted in unison, and marched towards the Aesir and Vanir.
A large group began to approach from another side of the battlefield. They were all about ten feet tall, led by Hymir. They did not march, but walked in a clump. They had giant broadswords, looking as if they were forged by one hundred Dvergar, bows and arrows, the latter of which were practically halves of trees, and axes with handles the height of some Vanir. The Jotun stomped over to the clump of gods, each step almost a small earthquake. Their leader saluted the smaller races, almost blowing some of the Dvergar over.
"Most are here," Odin's voice bellowed. Loki and his lot were late, as usual, and the Einherjar and Valkyries were not coming yet. Thor struck Mjollnir to the ground and a lightning bolt struck the exact spot. Ratatosk tested a spell on a passing ant. Jourmungandr was now stretching his long neck over the coast, and drooled some acid, dissolving the ground it landed on, and the sea rolled into the new crevice.
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Post by dain on Sept 30, 2007 11:50:01 GMT -5
Dain's sharp eye caught the flame in its approach as Niram'hiru disappeared from its flight and into the demon's hands.
"Elghinn, Necro'yondul." He said calmly as his body flooded into a dark mist, the blades and fires going through him as though there were nothing there. The black mist fell to the ground silently, not blade or demon there, until it settled upon the ground.
Almost immediately, Dain reformed from the mist with Niram'hiru in stead of his hand. His red eyes glared at Dimor, then flicked briefly in the direction of Charon. His eyes merely made a flash toward the other armies gathering, but as long as his master was alive, their army was endless. This would be a grand battle indeed.
What a bother. He really is a fly on this battlefield. My focus is this interesting subject, I could learn...
Dain threw Niram'hiru into the air and cuahgt it, the revolving blade glowing with the eight elements as it started spinning rapidly in the air. The demon creviced his eyes as he gave a soft chuckle, and bulleted toward his prey. Dain, immediately on arriving straight front of his enemy, leaped into the air and flipped as he threw Niram'hiru downwards with incredible speed, the blades screaming as it cut the air in half.
As the blade flew down toward Dimor, Dain skated off onto the ground and hit the earth, driving a burst of fire from all around Dimor to block the man's escape. Then afterwards, Dain raised his arms fromt he ground and brought forth a cataclysmic eruption of the fire around Dimor, releasing magma from the earth's core.
I would like to see how he gets out of this... then apply it to my own knowledge. What an interesting creature this is...
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