A Phantasmal Breakout [EVENT] Jul 13, 2020 15:45:51 GMT -5
Post by daemon on Jul 13, 2020 15:45:51 GMT -5
Deep underneath the glorious Royal Palace of Clover, a darkness lurks. This darkness can make the abyss of night seem pale in comparison to its sheer malice. This darkness goes by the name of Malacath, an Arch-Daemon. Currently possessing the body of the former Wizard King Nero, he seeks to rain destruction upon Clover. Today is his day. Today is the promised day of darkness.
Wandering the dark halls, Cedric the Prince of Clover went to visit his Uncle. He often found himself doing this every couple of weeks. Most could not bear the sight of the former King, but he still held onto hope that one day the man he looked up to could be returned to normal. A sigh escaping his thin lips, the blonde Prince placed a slender, pale hand against the rugged walls. It's been a little while Uncle. I know I haven't been visiting as often as I should, but the Kingdom has been in need. I just hope that one day you can return to it. The Prince was a proud man, it was only down here, hundreds of feet underneath the Palace that he found himself truly vulnerable.
Only shards remain of that man now, but today he and I are no longer going to sit here and listen to your pathetic whining. Malacath spat out, growling from the body that appeared to be Nero but was painfully no longer so. Cedric bit his lower lip. I don't know if you can hear me Uncle, but I'm sorr- He was cut off as a branch began to tunnel its way through the cell Nero was locked in. This was impossible. The cell was formed of otherworldly metal resistant to all forms of magic. Even Malacath's magic had been unable to pierce it. How could this be? Cedric summoned two swords of light magic and aimed to subdue his Uncle, but in a matter of seconds it was all over. The cell crumbled under the strength of the branches and vines crushing it, and void magic consumed the room. The Prince was knocked unconscious as portals began to open up all over the palace.
Sitting in his office, Jagen was working on paperwork. The purple haired man was awaiting the arrival of Captains Yuurei and Ardere, as they had both been summoned to meet him. Then, he felt the magic. This dark presence. Someone pierced their defenses with the snap of their fingers. Who wielded such power? The Wizard King need not say anything to his Advisor; Samson. The man nodded and began running down the hall. Encasing himself in Ethereal magic, he felt a pain underneath his eye-patch. Daemon. He knew their presence, these enemies of his. Rushing down the halls, the Advisor aimed to engage the enemy. But back in his office, Jagen stood up for a moment. The red cat of fate leaped onto his desk. What is it? Are you trying to tell me something? This spirit of his who helped him command the red string of fate magic rarely communicated with him. But as the Wizard King turned around to look out his window, he saw a truth that none of them had seen before. It was all so clear now. This was before he was instantly teleported out of his office, nowhere to be found. Where had he gone?
Rushing through the halls, Samson spotted dozens of void portals opening up. Chunks of the Palace were sent into the void. Magic Knights and Royal Guard ran to fight against the Arch-Daemon, but they were instantly thwarted. The former Shining General spotted the hulk of a man known as Nero. Standing there is his ragged clothes, the massive muscular man turned back before tossing his glasses to the ground and crushing them. Nero! Stop! Don't let this Daemon control you! A voice called out to him. This was not the raspy voice of Malacath, but of Nero himself. It had been months since anyone had heard his true voice. It is too late, I'm afraid. This world will be sent into the Void. Samson yelled and unleashed a powerful onslaught of attacks onto a man he respected. Even across the battlefield, he found a massive amount of respect for this man. He did not want to hurt him. This kindness is why after an intense battle, the Void magic overwhelmed him and sent the Ethereal mage through a brick wall before he could unleash his true strength. He could only hope Jagen would deal with this man, but little did he know the Wizard King was nowhere to be found.
Far across the Capital, portals began to open up within Balgon Prison. The Void magic began to burst through the walls of the prison, opening it up into the world. Corrupt flowed out of these portals like a river as the inhabitants of the prison were transformed into minions of Malacath. Fights began to break out between those corrupted, those not, and the prison guards. Hell broke loose inside Balgon and slowly began flooding into the streets. As holes were burst into the Royal Palace, Malacath slowly began to enter his Consumption form. A corrupt type of spirit dive almost. His body changed from that of Nero to a solid dark form with spikes and a tail, befitting that of a Daemon. Standing atop the roof of the Palace, he smiled. Today was the promised day. A dark day.
(OOC Note: All of this happened in about the span of 30 minutes. This is your intro post. Explain why you are in the Capital or what you were doing when it happened. Yuurei is the only person who has an explanation laid out for him, as he was summoned to the Capital. The special guest will be entering shortly, but not on this first round. You have 72 hours to make your post. I am currently not enforcing this harshly, but if you start to fall behind in future rounds there will be penalties. All questions regarding this thread go into the Capital Event chat. Please post your stats, spells, and perks used in your posts. Your stats are locked upon entering this thread. Good luck and have fun!)
Thread Goals: Stop Nero/Malacath and the corrupt prisoners that are running a muck in the Capital. The Wizard King is missing, his Advisor and Prince are unconscious. You are their only hope.