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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jul 3, 2007 20:48:33 GMT -5
((Source RP to get Rhyme here xxbahaumauntxx.proboards102.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=divinehill&thread=1183513209))Rhyme appeared from the sky and landed with a soft thud as a small ball of yellow energy followed. When he did, he looked around, a shocked expression quickly coming to his face. So many creatures all around. He appeared soon enough to hear someone say to take out the giant thing in armor first, so he tried. He didn’t really have time to cast a song spell, and he didn’t trust what would happen if he actually tried his spell with the odd way the armor shined. So, opening his mouth wide, he let out an ear splitting sound. The air shook between the exact distance between himself and the beast. Everyone outside this range would hear only a minimal amount of sound, but even that was loud. All the summoned creatures between the beast and Rhyme fell apart as the sound wave hit them. He continued to wail as he waited to see what the creature would do.
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Post by dain on Jul 5, 2007 23:49:17 GMT -5
Heheheheh...hahahahahah!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!! HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Unfortunately, the only negative effect from Dain's re-awakening was that he had a bit too much exposure to his demonic side, therefore for the time being, he was clinically insane. Compeltely volatile. And last but not least, overcome with sadist thoughts about blood and pain. This not only made him unfocused, but, an arrow just went straight through his hand as he ripped it back out without so much as a thought about the pain. The hole closed up immediately after the arrow was extricated, leaving a clean palm.
They...will....DIE!!
As more arrows fired, Dain bent forward as if to charge, but the complete opposite happened. His feet went forward but his body went backward as he did a moonwalk up the tree and landed onto a flying arrow, completely forgetting gravitational theories and running up the shafts straight to the dragon. As the sleek wood zipped past his ears he slammed through the air at full speed, blood spraying from some arrows hitting him int he shoulders and soon being ripped out. Necro-yondul was held flimsily in his left hand, the blade ripping through the open air and creating a whistling noise as Dain ran up the arrows with ninja-like grace. He was nearly fifty feet in the air as he lept from his last 'step' and landed ont he back of the skeletal dragon, running Necro-yondul's cool metal across the elf's neck as blood spurted, Dain holding his mouth over as he drank the dead elf creature's red drink. The blood on his chin stained the skin for only a second as it disappeared, immediately, absorbed by his skin in the most unnatural way. He threw the elf's cadaver from the undead dragon as it landed onto the ground with a liquidy splat.
MORE! I need...more!! MORE!!! More wine to go with this feast!!
That was when his ears picked up Rhyme's sound, and his body involuntarily engaged the biological armor as his ears were covered by the helmet and his hearing immediately cut off form the helmet's protection. His hands thrusted forward and grabbed onto the skeletal dragon's spinal cord as crouched and leaped, ripping out a link in the body chain as the great creature fell to the ground, not dead, but immobile without its spine complete. Of course, Dain landed safely on the ground, crushing the bone in his hand into grit. He wanted to save this one for later.
His head whipped around as he thrust his hands out, the six blades he had of Niram'hiru appearing on cue.
More power!!! POWER!!! MORE POWER!!! I NEED!!! A FEAST IS AT HAND FOR MY RUMBLING STOMACH!!
"Soc'cath, Nero'yoc, Peryite, Vilvyl, Necro-yondul, Dro'Killia! Jir lara ip tok rep'tyri coryan!!!" Dain exclaimed tot he blades before him int he air, a demonic tone resonating inside his chant.
At the end word of 'coryan', the blades flew off to the side away from their opposite elements as they slammed against Dain's elbows, creating two three-bladed elbows with opposite elemental enchantments. His entire suit seemed to glow with a new power as the orbs of the swords were absorbed, the elements of fire, ice, death, life, moon, and sun coagulating with his demonic aura. A flash of bright white light covered the area wide enough to where even the tree was bathed in the aura, as it faded back onto the figure of Dain, a completely new figure at that.
The suit now had spines down the back, those spines raising as light seemed to surge up and down them. His helmet gaint six new crescent fins on top and he not only has two eye pieces, but six slits. His frontal armor was covered in one million inter-connecting lines that flowed with white like rivers and tributaries, his leg armor still flowing with the lines, as his feet ended it with sixe barbs atop each boot. His suit had absorbed all the elements and turned itself into a weapon designed for the sole purpose of killing and absorbing the dead. His demonic aura had wanted such. His demonic aura had chosen and became as such.
"EEEYAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dain yelled as the ground beneath his six-foot five form quaked, and then, he disappeared.
All of a sudden, a entire regimen of creatures stopped walking and stood for only a second, as they fell to the ground in three seperate, perfectly-cut pieces. The other creatures only stopped for a seoncd to gaze at what happened, until they too fell to the ground in three pieces. Then another row and another, until all the creatures fell to the ground in three pieces, Dain coming into view before the entire legion of one-hundred as he crossed his arms, and grunted. Blood then sprayed in grand fountains behind his form as his right hand stretched out, his palm open. THe red drink flowed through the air by some sort of manipulation then as it all balled into the size of that of a baseball. One-hundred creatures, all their blood contracted into that small amount in Dain's palm.
His hands clasped around the perfectly little crimson ball as he spoke enchanted words to it, his body turning to the colossal as his dangerous eyes raised to gaze the beast full-on. His reared back and lobbed the ball of blood at the beast with all his might as it went over the beast's form and exploded into a rain of the red drink, there was no way to avoid it, though, it was just blood wasn't it?
That blood is all I need to finish this, and by my bet, no one here understands the efluent language of Drow magic. When that blood lands on the colossol or covers the ground in any way, I have my chance...I must start now.
Dain immedietaly turned his attention to the ground as he brought his blades to the earth and raked them across in patterns and shapes. Nonagons and and octagons full of symbols drawn by Dain's hands, then a small pool of blood in the center of the entire article, in between Dain's fet.
His hands came up to his mouth as he put together only two fingers and started the ritual.
I only have about three hours because of Dro'killia restoring my energy in intervals, and Necro-yondul strengthening my resilience. I msut make good work of this ritual. The ritual of Gren-liyr Jaire. Hopefully Rhyme notices what I'm doing and covers me.
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Post by baha on Jul 8, 2007 16:59:49 GMT -5
The colossal screeched, screaming to the sky with no other thought but to make this noise. More creatures than ever before sprang from the ground, the space now so limited they began crawling over each other in a frantic race to get to the students. The colossal seemed the grin, its glimmering skin dazzling with the sunlight hitting it. His gem-like eyes were not set on Dain, this odd creature with such an abnormal amount of power. He reached out a paw and swatted at Dain, as if curious.
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Post by dain on Jul 9, 2007 13:45:41 GMT -5
"Dwi'yooooooo sinmea fryr dwi'ri'oooooooo liyr pok sera'ooooooommm", Dain bellowed as the blood flowed around the ground and ran up the colossal's legs, settling in each specific crack, depression, or dent in the armor or body of the being. "Si kni pok zyr dwi'oooooomm" The crimson drink hardened into what looked like clay in those depressions as it chipped away, revealing a dark red spot wherever it once was. THis tirtual was meant to find weakness, and a crack or depression was a good enough start. However, the colossal's paw was coming for Dain.
What an unintelligent creature...
Dain's body shivered as power generated in his center, and with one yell and took the hit from the swatting paw...to remain there with his hands wrestling the stone claw.
Transfer the kinetic energy to the ground below me and this creature has no strength at all, and will soon have a whole new facet on that gem in its forehead.
Dain lept up onto the paw as it continued its swing through the air, its kinetic energy released, and the ninja ran up the colossal stony arm in a rapid beat of feet. He reached its shoulder and leaped into the air as he twisted his body and flowed all of his energy to the one point of impact, the tip of his boot. With the might of five-hundred oxen he slammed his foot straight into the red crystal, hoping for a reaction of some sort.
I could crush a diamond right now, hopefully this gem stands as something for this creature...
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jul 13, 2007 17:51:51 GMT -5
Rhyme saw all the creatures in the area, and got a great idea....he remember an very odd music video, but for the one part, the part he would focus on and enlarge was a part when a man got a whole group of people to start dancing for no reason. It wouldn't be a full spell song, but, it could take control of all the creatures...well, at least make them all dance. Hopefully this would give the remaining other people to kill them off. (Note: The song keeps going round and round keeping control of the zombies and other weak minded creatures until Rhyme’s concentration is broken) Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words: "What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter. "And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again... Very small and thin ribbons began to emerge from his fingers and baton. They all went out and began to create a large ring around everything. Then, with a larger then normal snap of an imaginary whip, all the zombies and other undead creatures began to dance to the music.
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Post by baha on Jul 16, 2007 19:11:55 GMT -5
The colossal roared viciously as a small chip appeared on the crystal on its forehead. It quickly knocked Dain off, then vanished altogether. The feeling of high pressure errupted around Durriken, and the colossal appeared once more and landed directly behind him. He opened his mouth, allowing a beam of energy to shoot at the songcaster.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jul 18, 2007 20:37:21 GMT -5
((-cough- Durriken is knocked out –cough-))
Rhyme’s eyes flashed open wide when he felt the presence of the creature behind him. The music sent so much energy around he could normally tell if something suddenly appeared. With a flick of his wrists he sent a wave of energy down which propelled him upward.
Sadly, with the dodging of the attack, the spell was broken that held the creatures at bay, and just as quickly as they were controlled, they were released again to go on their rampage.
He saw the gem on the forehead and the wheel began to turn in his head. He crystals could hold a certain tone…if he could find out what their special tone was, they would vibrate and eventually break.
Durriken landed a good distance away from the beast. With the skill of being of a bard mother, he began to sing up and down the range of voice, that of the human and beyond. When he saw the crystal react (if it did) he held that note, trying to get it to break.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 21, 2007 12:15:31 GMT -5
((*sits in back of room playing the Ghostbuster's Theme* I dunno... it just kinda... fits... Rhyme should use it... that would be AWESOME!))
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Post by baha on Jul 21, 2007 12:15:51 GMT -5
(( Rhyme, Durriken, same difference. XDD ))
The Colossal let out a deep rumbling noise, a noise one could say sounded somewhat of laughter. He spoke to Rhyme, his voice deep and earthy, "Petty songs will not harm me, Mortal." He dug his claws into the ground and sent a pile of rocks and dirt at the student. The Gem on his forehead gleamed brightly, but did not seem affected Rhyme's attack.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Jul 22, 2007 12:59:40 GMT -5
Rhyme jumped once more with a flick of his magical ribbons but when he landed this time he flinched and went down on one knee. One of the rocks still grazed his ankle, making it sore and hard to walk on. The Colossal was write, ‘pretty’ songs probably wouldn’t hurt it, but more twisted songs might....maybe from one of the most twisted musicals every made, Sweeny Todd. He stood, a bit shaky on his left leg, but still he stood and began to conduct the twisted song, purposely sung off key. Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. He shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter were heard of again. He trod a path that few have trod did Sweeney Todd the demon barber of fleet street. He kept a shop in London town. Of fancy clients and good renown and what if none of their souls were saved they went to their maker impeccably shaved. By Sweeney, by Sweeney Todd the demon barber of fleet street. He made many sharp movements with his baton, and his hair began to move upward, giving his face an eerie and evil shadow. He grinned evilly as he felt the music take him. In the center of the area, a large circle began to form. Yes...that will be where Sweeney will rise. This will be summon verses summon.
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Post by dain on Sept 29, 2007 12:45:09 GMT -5
Dain slammed into the ground, a small crater being made form the impact of the Colossal's claw in a direct hit toward his body. More like a swat. The assassin turned beast arose in excruciating pain.
HehEHEHEH!!! HE HURTS ME!! THIS SHALL BE.... INCREDULOUS!!! BWAHAHAH!!
"EEEEEEE-YAHHH!!!!!!" Dain let go of a horrible scream of pain has he skated off toward the Colossal's body, his own body ripping from the air resistance that he encountered at such a speed. With a slight pivot, his movement turned into a near round-a-bout, circling around the giant body and Rhyme.
Dain let his left hand fall as a black blade scraped the ground, making an indentation, as he circled around the beast. Dark flames rose from the crevices in the ground as Dain moved, as his body split apart, three Dains forming from clones. He was forming a crucifixion.
Hopefully Rhyme gets what I'm doing, since he does look intelligent... I think his singing could improve my attack.
As the three Dains completed their around-the-world trip of the Colossal, they broke off into different directions. One Dain started inscribing a nonagon directly tangent to the inside of the circle, to perform a binding crucifixion. Another Dain quickly flew underneath the Collosal's legs, starting the symbol for the main attack. The last Dain, the real one, skated forth and drew circles around the Colossal's feet, to bind it to the earth it stood on. As all Dain's met in the middle, the other two flowed directly into the original Dain's body. The dorsal appendages on his head raises, their edges gleaming with light, and the spines down his back opened as well. He was ready for another full-on assault of the gem on the beast's forehead.
"RHYME!!! GET YOUR SONG ON, BOY!! MAKE SURE THIS BINDING CRUCIFIXION IS STRENGTHENED!!" Dain yelled, his demonic voice overtaking his last bit of humane dignity.
The assassin stretched out both his blades, the white fire on one blade and black on the other soon in a tornado of vigilance toward the ground, activating the crucifixion to bind the Colossal. The indentations in the ground burst into a series of colors as its flames subsided and the lines grew into a deep red hue, the glow permeating the atmosphere with vile energy. Dain bent his knees and summoned all his strength into his next combo of attacks as he lifted himself form the ground, the air from his lift-off almost warping reality from such a speed.
This is the last stand. Please, let it work...
As the Death Demon entered its last rites in the depths of consciousness, a myriad of different blows were then performed on the gem atop of the beast's head. Dain's body flew in every different direction as a kick, a punch, a slash, another kick, a head-butt, another slash; every single ligament of his body bursting with demonic energy hitting the gem. He was getting tired, but he would hold out. He would not miss this vital chance.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Sept 29, 2007 13:09:25 GMT -5
Rhyme closed his hands, breaking off the old spell. Looking at Dain, he saw the armor, and got the perfect idea for a song. It might not have worked alone, but it could work with both of them, together. Eleka nahmen nahmen Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen Eleka nahmen nahmen Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen Grinning an evil grin, Rhyme began, ribbons ermurged from his fingers, as he chanted the song, they wove themselves along the spell diagram for the Crucifixion and made it glow with a yellow laced with black. Let his flesh not be torn Let his blood leave no stain Though they beat him Let him feel no pain Let his bones never break And however they try To destroy him Let him never die: Let him never die: Rhyme moved his hands back and forth with the music, evil in his eyes, letting all the negative emotion within him out. Eleka nahmen nahmen Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen Eleka nahmen nahmen Ah tum ah tum eleka: eleka: What good is this chanting? I don't even know what I'm reading! I don't even know which trick I ought to try Fiyero, where are you? Already dead, or bleeding? One more disaster I can add to my Generous supply? Ribbons began to surround the beast, keeping him down. Then, with every ring of the bell, that happened, he flipped his wrists, adding another layer. Five layers in all. No good deed goes unpunished No act of charity goes unresented No good deed goes unpunished That's my new creed My road of good intentions Led where such roads always lead No good deed Goes unpunished! With that he threw his arms into the air, a large amount of energy as ribbons flying out, wrapping around the beast. Nessa: Doctor Dillamond: Fiyero: Fiyero!! With another charge of emotion the ribbons began to turn jet black. One question haunts and hurts Too much, too much to mention: Was I really seeking good Or just seeking attention? Is that all good deeds are When looked at with an ice-cold eye? If that's all good deeds are Maybe that's the reason why No good deed goes unpunished All helpful urges should be circumvented No good deed goes unpunished Sure, I meant well - Well, look at what well-meant did: All right, enough - so be it So be it, then: Let all Oz be agreed I'm wicked through and through Since I can not succeed Fiyero, saving you I promise no good deed Will I attempt to do again Ever again No good deed Will I do again! Rhyme stomped into the grand and paced around the circle, sing with all his might. His purple hair began to glow jet black streaks, and the scar Israfel put on his hands returned, with the uprising of negative energy. With one last blast of energy, from his left arm, he clasped on his knees from exhaustion.
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