In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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An Elven male wakes in the dead of night, gasping for air as if he were dying, his partner lay beside him, startled and alerted to the sudden movement, reaches up and brushes his cheek…the soft and almost ghostly caress right the wrongs of an awful nightmare just as any woman would do for their loved one. The female elf, dressed in a simple garment of silk, barely covering her chest as it rises and falls, if it were any other incident it would be a pleasant and rather welcome sight, yet at that moment it was just the furthest thing from the minds of the elven couple. The female elf asks her partner what is wrong…her voice is cautious and full of worry for her partner who had awoken on the auspicious full moon night, a night where trouble only awaits, or where good fortune is found. The moon's light bathes him in a tranquil blue, white tone…beads of sweat fall from his rapidly rising bare chest…his hair and face wet with the same sweat and something more.
He turns to her and then he remembers, a flash of something sinister as his partner, whom he swears he can feel her touch…lies there…no longer beautiful, instead replaced by a visage of a twisted daemon whose words inherently drip with honeyed venom. “Tell me what is wrong with my love?” She asks, the male elf tumbles from the bed and nearly screams with horrified shock at what caught his eye. The next moment his partner looks at him from the edge of their disheveled bed…her eyes wet, tears running down her face as she thought she may have wronged him in some unforgivable way.
She was normal again…that terrible fiendish vision was no longer there…his eyes…he rubbed them to ensure that this was in fact real…
The male elf sighed and took a few moments to breathe. Calming himself before standing and going to his worried love…he embraces her…not like a comforting embrace, but a longing one, as if he had forgotten what it was to feel that touch…that love. The male elf held onto his love for what felt like hours, but in a mere moment he realized he had been silent and so he answered her. “It was the same as it always was Aerin…the pits of hell have opened and Quenya fell to the fiends…there was nothing I could do…I-I ran…I couldn’t even fight to save my…our people…” He said as tears fell from his eyes once again, the nightmare was so real, he remembers anguish and terror as he ran for his own life, right before his own light…was snuffed out of existence. His partner, Aerin wiped the tears from his face and told him it would be alright…the nightmares cannot be true surely it was just the auspicious nature of the moon playing tricks on his mind as he had always been vulnerable to that sort of thing…she called him by his name, yet when she did there was an almost metallic buzz that filled the air. When he looked at her with confusion she said his name again, and still he heard that buzzing…except louder. He fell to the ground, his knees failing him as she called out, over and over…as if in a sing-song chorus. He snapped; he remembered his hand reaching for her throat, a great flash of light from the outside illuminating the room as he strangled her…the noise grew louder, his eyes became black, and his soul…lost. She tried begging, pleading as the life left her, she felt betrayed…and that visage of a fiend made the elven man only continue with ferocity as he stared down, completely lost in his evil deed.
A loud bang snapped him back to life as his son barged into the room, the young elf man looked to be in peak physical shape yet he was covered in blood, destroyed armor…and worry on his face. That worry soon gave way to anger, then to a blooded frenzy as his own son vowed to kill him for this. The scene of a father, holding his mother in a monsterous form, completely lost in a moment where there should have been some sort of emotion. The elven man stared at his son before throwing his lifeless partner to the floor. Rage filled and eager for more bloodshed.
The scene changes as his son…Tyren…brandished a sword against him, aiming to strike down this monster that was his father…
Now…the elf man stands in the courtyard of his home, around him were bodies of the slain; elves…humans…fiends…and in his hands is a sword, the tip of which is dripping blood, a warm splash hits his face as he snaps to attention. He looked down to see that he was holding his son…now breathing his last ragged breaths, choking on fresh blood as the sword previously mentioned was shoved through his chest, the wound was horrific, and fatal in nature and as the elf man fell to the filthy ground he felt the hand of his son grab his collar. “To hell…W-with you…A-A…Aamon…you fucking…monst..er.” He said before his hand fell limp and his eyes went dull with that thousand yard stare that signaled the arrival of the sweet relief of death.
If only that were true…
Around him, a bloody battlefield as Aamon now remembered what had happened…he had killed not only his family…but he slaughtered the entire Elven Kingdom of Quenya….
A wisp of smoke, a strike of lightning, an amalgamation of mangled corpses…it was a flurry of action, but soon there were 4 Devils that surrounded Aamon, the elven king of Quenya. They spoke in languages that he did not understand, nor could he comprehend. Soon though one approached him…wearing the meat suit of his beloved…She took him by his chin and as Aamon looked up tears streaming down his bloody cheeks. There was a kiss. And a moment later…power…raw, demonic energy swirled into him as he was apart of the second generation of Daemon “births”…he was reborn there amongst the death and destruction…the souls of the dead fed him, forever locking them away inside of him…torturing him as he felt the rage, sorrow, and even some happiness as he turned to his new masters. He pulled the blade from his still warm son’s body and charged at the devil that took his wife’s corpse for a ride.
The scene changes. He now kneels before a devil…still wearing his wife’s corpse.
Aamon woke up in his own personal hell, he was an elf for a mere moment, a fragment of a past life… before a piercing pain brought him back to the shock of the underworld and he turned back into his daemon form. He let out a long mournful roar as he did every…single…day…for the past…500 or so years. Remembering everything that brought him to this moment…. He received a report, a single piece of parchment delivered to his Spartan styled room, inside of his trophy hall of battle. His avatar and scions had fallen, the Devils had sent word he was to go finish the job and prepare Colver for conquest…In Aamon’s head he would follow orders, however, he now had his own agenda…apparently there are finally warriors on earth that can give him what he wants…he heard the voices of a million ring out in his head.
”PENANCE!”
He shook his head and growled as he stretched his wings and began to create a magic circle around him using various bags of prepared foci and ingredients for a large spell.
“My avatar has failed to bring me what I seek…fine. As they said back then…the same still applies. If you want something done right…then one must do it themselves.” He said before grabbing his own wicked looking blade…the same blade he had used to slaughter his entire kingdom so long ago. He stabbed it into the ground as a great shaking of the earth could be felt.
The Tower rose…out of the grand coliseum where Magic Knights take their exams, a splitting of the earth occurs as clouds gather overhead. Around the world those with Elven blood begin to hear that same buzzing in their heads…memories of a great battle…FEAR…fills their heads. A reckoning is coming. All around the area near the coliseum, mana crackles and pops…causing literal sections of Clover to explode with demonic energy as soon the entire coliseum is filled with the death throes of the damned, the cheers of victory, and the cries of battle.
”ARDERE KASAI! BRING YOUR MEN AND FACE ME ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE! OR ELSE I WILL DESTROY THIS ENTIRE CITY WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS!” The summons rang out in everyone’s head.
The call had gone out, it was time for the Royal Knights, under the lead of Captain Ardere Kasai, The Crimson King, to make their move.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Ardere was summoned as soon as the call went out. When the Coliseum ruptured the earth and burst into the fold of Kikka, the Crimson King felt himself drawn to it immediately. There was no escaping this dreaded fate. The paths that led him here had finally intertwined--the battle was to begin. [break][break] Together the Royal Knight Team led by the Crimson Lion Captain was assembled and together they would enter the Tower. Gathered from wherever they were at the time, he met them in a massive transport vessel. Several steel mages were conscripted by Jagen himself to provide their transport. As he sat in it, the fire mage stared out the window. He did not say a word for most of the ride into Kikka. They all required time to mentally prepare themselves for this mission--even the Crimson King. All this time and he still felt this ominous feeling deep inside his heart. The corruption Malacath left on him was gone now, but the mental scars would never fully heal. However there was a key difference now. This time they entered the enemy's territory of their own volition, an enemy who to their knowledge had honor or as much as a Daemon possibly could. There were no tricks lying in wait, only the toughest battle of their lives. [break][break] His mind wandered back to the first time he ever felt fear in battle; against the Ruby Shining General. Ardere remembered what it was like to be afraid to die. Today he was not afraid. Today he was strong. He had to be for this team or else their plan would fail. So when they arrived in Kikka, his eyes were not fixed on the monolithic tower but on those before him. Alright. This is it. Taking a deep breath, there was a Magic Knight encampment already established in Kikka to prepare for any Daemon attacks on the town. Seems Kikka really just can't catch a break. They had just rebuilt after the fight with Sven and now this...He had to hope today would be different. This was a fight that would be contained to that Tower--or so they hoped. Gather any gear you need to. We're going to enter the Tower together. Bring supplies with you. This is a journey that could last hours or days. There's no telling what Aamon has in store for us, but we'll face it together. Okay? Grab your things and get some food if you can stomach it. Meet me in front of the encampment in thirty. [break][break] The Knights guarding the encampment saluted the Captain. Donning his Royal Knights attire, a guard stepped to the side to speak with him. The materials you asked for are in a trunk over there, sir. Pointing to a massive old wooden trunk, the man saluted Ardere once more. Thank you. There it was; the weapons and armor he had asked for. Unsheathing his grandfather's sword, the Kasai let a heavy sigh out. I'll try not to break it, Old Man. Opening the bottom compartment of the trunk there was a set of armor. Donning the full set, it slid right over his Royal Knight uniform with ease. Staring in a mirror intently, he observed himself for a moment. Removing the cowl and tossing it to the ground, he matched his own amber eyes in the mirror. This is it guys. I'm bringing you with me this time. This was no ordinary armor set. It was forged from the remnants of his father's armor that was destroyed by Malacath, with a twist. The embellishment was forged from shards of Silas and Lysander's armor--an armor of Heroes. This was his tribute to those that had fallen but still carried him on now. Today he was not alone, however it was not just Salamander and the other Royal Knights alongside him this time. Today he carried the weight of the dead now too--a weight he was all too accustomed to bear. [break][break] After taking time to get ready, he draped the Royal Knight cloak over the top of his new armor set and grabbed his grandfather's sword. Awaiting the arrival of his comrades, he prepared to speak. I don't know if you're all scared--Hell I don't know if I am. But none of that matters now. What matters is we have a mission to do. Not for the Knights or for the King, for everyone we care about. This isn't just us as Knights fighting. We're fighting for Humanity. Whether or not that is a cause you can find merit in is up to you. But you all have strength. That I know. Whatever is driving you here today, cling onto it tight and don't let go. It might be what saves your life here. Looking at Cyrus, Griswold, and Charles. He saw promising mages, men of conviction and worth. He couldn't let them die today. He wouldn't. This is going to be a battle of attrition. That Tower has many floors. Rest when you need. Aamon will be waiting at the top for us regardless. He's too prideful to do otherwise. So take advantage of that. We'll help each other out. So let's do this. A blazing red aura shot across his body as he turned around to face the Tower. This was it.
Ever since he had first passed over the border and took on the guise of Griswold Cromwell, he had never imagined that he would end up where he was now. Hailing from one of the last elven settlements in the fringe, he had never really been given a choice as to whether he wanted to leave it or not, as that choice would have been a resounding No. However when returning from a hunt one day to find that the entire settlement and all of the people inside of it had just vanished without a trace had more or less forced that choice upon him. Not having the required skills to make a new home for himself, it had felt easier to just run around like a headless chicken and look for his family, his relatives and his friends. Only after roughly four years living as a human among humans did he finally learn that this was more than likely something that had happened due to some called the shattering.
To Griswold, the idea that a demon would have taken an interest in his peaceful little settlement that would not even hurt a fellow woodland creature for food, one that lived secluded and removed from the rest of the world, it struck a nerve. Several nerves. When he had received the name of the one responsible, Griswold had worked his way through the royal knights exam because he wanted to face that man, that thing that had either killed or displaced his people, ripping them from his life possible forever. So even though that was not the kind of thing he had been raised with, as killing was not something his people would promote, the now member of the Black Bulls had always wandered around with a quiet rage inside of him. Losing everyone he knew and loved, taking on a new alias so the superstitious peasants would not get scared or grow distrustful towards him, that kind of thing left a lasting mark both physically and mentally.
So when he heard that he had been assigned to a squad that was going after a different archdemon altogether, part of him had considered appealing to the squad leaders and requesting a switch. But the more the thought dawned upon him, the more he realized that he was not the only one that had been wronged by these monsters, and so he had just gone about his business as usual. Making his way through the forsaken region, the common region and the fringe, taking on jobs that did not pay a lot of money, if any at all, but ones that would let him vent that growing rage and aggression he felt towards the world at all times. Kicking his own training into overdrive, he practiced with people like Verena, who was going to face another of the archdemons, though he would not ask which one as he did not want to hear the name Asmodeus. He had even gone about training some junior knights, just in case he wouldn’t make it back, making sure he passed at least some of him along.
While he hadn’t planned on doing, he knew for sure that it was a possibility, as every mission, job or quest he had taken on up until this point had. Yet this was different, as not everyone got to go out and face down demonic royalty on a daily basis, if at all. And while he should have been honored to be picked, that was not what he felt like right now. Because during the moments leading up to the strike force’s gathering, as well as the night before, he had been feeling a stinging pain in his chest, as well as seeing scenes of massacre. At first, he believed it had been his family that he saw, around the time Asmodeus used his magic to upset the world, but that had not been the case. These were altogether different elves that found themselves at the edge of a blade, seemingly being taken down by one of their own. Not being able to do anything, as it was not one of those lucid and interactive dreams where he had a modicum of control, the dream ended as he got run through.
For the rest of the day, ever since he had woken up, he had felt feelings that he hadn’t felt in a long time, or had buried away so deep they wouldn’t see the light of day no matter how hard they tried to claw their way out of him. Ever since that moment four years ago, he had never felt what it was to be afraid, since the worst thing that could have ever happened to him, had happened to him. Now, there was really nothing to be afraid about anymore, so feeling a strange kind of resonating angst was quite peculiar, but coincidentally not even the strangest thing. It were the levels of anger that came gushing out that made just about everything he heard on the street that rubbed him the wrong way upset him. And by that, he did not mean that it made him want to yell at someone, it meant that it made him want to strangle someone with his bare hands.
It made him wonder what kind of connection this all had to what was about to happen, as it was not possible that all of this was coincidental. The dreams, the emotions, this strange pull he felt towards the place he was already going to have to go to anyway, it all allowed him to wander towards the encampment on auto pilot. Truth be told, he did not even fully remember how he had even gotten to the camp to begin with, as he believed to have been somewhere around the general area of Kiten not too long ago. Whatever the case, it seemed like he had been one of the first members of the team to gather. Looking at Ardere, it seemed he had come quite prepared for all of this. Adorned in a suit of armor, Griswold himself looked rather plain in his casual hunting attire. Leather gloves, boots, a black shirt covered in part by a leather tunic, a black cloak with a fur collar, a large black sword on his back, a smaller sword hanging from his waist and a dagger on the opposite side.
Clearly one could argue that there were quite some shades of black and grey going around in his wardrobe. Staring out blankly into space with dark bags under his eyes due to a lack of sleep, much of what was going on just went right past him. Now, where the angst and primarily the rage he felt were plenty hard enough to contain as they were, there was something about this whole thing potentially taking days that rubbed him the wrong way. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared how long it took, but something inside him did not feel like making use of that luxury. It wanted Aamon and his lackeys gone before the day ended. Not really responding to the statements made as he knew exactly what kind of response was likely to be coming out, he just gathered what little things he had that he needed to bring in with him. Being done preparing well within the thirty minute time frame they had been given, Griswold spoke to no one as he made his way over to where they were meant to gather, listening to the speech that had been prepared for them.
At the mention of being afraid, Griswold merely narrowed his eyes a bit, as fear was not something he believed had any place here. That said, neither did the rage he felt heaping up inside of his chest, causing a painful kind of pressure on the other side of his ribcage, but the fact that both of these things were there and did not seem to be going away meant that he had to bring them with him. Not sure whether these were the kinds of things Ardere meant when he said to cling on tight and not let go as they might mean the difference between life and death, the simple fact that they seemed to be here to stay did not really give him a whole lot of other options. Turning to face the tower, he would continue to say nothing, as there wasn’t anything he could add that would liven up any spirits today. So he’d just stand there and wait in the knowledge that his greatest assignment yet was about to kick off.
Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Sept 9, 2021 20:30:29 GMT -5
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"I'm no g e n i u s, I'm just a fool who keeps going forward."
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[attr="class","glentext"] The time had come. Charles moved out as soon as he could the moment he received the call when the Colisseum showed up. He already knew what was about to happen well before he showed up to Kikka. Kikka, the place that was a reminder of him of his failure and sins to protect its people from the hands of Sven. Charles was now back to fight another daemon, it wasn't a coincidence to him that Kikka was the place Aamon decided to show himself. There was a deeper reason behind it and fate was calling him to do what's right. [break][break] The silver mage arrived at the town of Kikka, one word to describe it was a mess. Just like it was a while ago due to Sven, the town and its citizens simply couldn't get a break. It wouldn't shock him if people started moving to other places because of the frequent bad things that happen in it. As he approached the encampment, Charles prepared himself. His black overcoat was on him, alongside his white gloves. He adjusted the glove on his left hand, ensuring he was ready for the battle to come. It has been a while since he was last in Kikka, but things were different now. He was older, much more experienced, and powerful, he had obtained the companionship of a spirit. Something very few mages managed to obtain, it was proof of his growth as a mage. However, not everything was resolved yet. The sins and his failure in Kikka were part of it, it was something he was never going to forget. But, today was the day he was going to make sure to cut those strings that had held him down. [break][break] The look of his face was different from the other days, from a lazy and monotonous facial expression of seemed to suffer from insomnia to a man that was determined to defeat the enemy that was ahead of him. For once, there was a spark on him, a spark of lightning that contained all of his desires and emotions. From sadness and hate to love and compassion. This wasn't for himself, for popularity, money, or anything material. It was for the sake of atoning his sins and failures, for protecting his friends, and for doing what's right to the people that had entrusted him to this date. Captain Malcolm, Suna, Hans, Verena, the Wizard King, the Black Bulls, his Royal Knight Team, and everyone else who had placed faith in him. [break][break] The air in the area was different, filled with tension and uncertainty for some. He felt a strange energy in the entire place, but he couldn't exactly deduce what it was. His best guess was likely the giant tower that had appeared in front of him. Charles looked up the top of the tower, or at least as far as he could see. Judging by what Ardere had told him and the group previously, the Archdaemon Aamon was waiting for them on the top. Behind him was an army of countless beasts ready to attempt to kill them. It was clear to him that Aamon only wanted to fight the strongest in the Kingdom, and they were it, at least the ones who were going to deal with him. The silver mage had managed to learn a few things about the daemon such as his personality and way of thinking. His pride was one of the things that were worth noting and something that could lead to his eventual downfall. Pride was often the weakness of a lot of people and it made it impossible to see certain things that could've otherwise made them win. [break][break] Charles heard out Ardere talk as they prepared to enter the tower. He nodded in response, agreeing and sharing his sentiment. A battle of attrition, so their stamina would play a strong factor. He had come prepared with that in mind, if Aamon was truly a man of honor and pride then he would like to fight his enemy at its strongest, as long as they prove themselves to be worth his time. The rules a warrior would normally impose on oneself. "Gotcha... So we can place this nice and slow when it's necessary." He said, keeping that in mind it made him come up with multiple strategies on how to use that to their advantage. [break][break] Argenti, his spirit floated and remained next to Charles at all times. Its silvery-white appearance was easy to notice, and her presence would become evident to the group. For the time being, she decided to remain quiet. She already had a good idea of what was going on and who they were going up against. There was no need for her to talk at the moment, nor did she felt like doing so. Although, she would eventually speak up when the time comes. [break]
It was strange. Cyrus had been in a number of situations in the past, since he first joined the Magic Knights, where he was expected to and did put his life on the line. Since the day Zaven met him in that simple field like any other in the Forsaken Region, such challenges had almost become a daily part of his life. And yes, in many of those situations, he had felt fear. Fear for his life. Fear for the companions he traveled with. Fear for what might become of his family should he die, or the kingdom of Clover itself if he failed to perform some important duty.
But this fear... this was different. It was almost...
Primal.
In the days leading up to this, Cyrus made no effort to hide his concern for the inevitable battle; he was not really the type to mask his thoughts on such matters. He was nervous, and worried, and anxious. But now it felt much more real, for lack of a better word. His pointed ears burned, as though someone held a flame to them. And as the party gathered on the approach to what once was the noble training grounds for the Magic Knight Exams, he felt his eyes constantly shift towards the tower. He felt a compulsion, a need to ascend. To meet the king that ruled this twisted castle.
But if there was anything Cyrus could take pride in for himself, it was his restraint and guard. And so he applied that to his own body; fighting the instincts that so drew him to the structure ahead and keeping his feet firmly in place. He had a job to do, and he wasn't going to let fear get the better of him just as he hadn't those countless times before.
Ardere spoke to the three men with him as they reached the encampment set up by the Magic Knights ahead of time, encouraging them to make any last minute preparations they felt might be necessary. For food, Cyrus was set; the fairy bread he had purchased from a certain shop years ago was still as fresh as the day he first bought it, and continued to serve him well as it magically regenerated.
"I have all my equipment with me already." He assured the Crimson Lion's Captain, holding up both of his hands; his choice of armament being the three treasures he had been gifted when he helped to save Atlantis and bring their peoples' city to the surface. Around the left was a gauntlet with a chain bearing a poison barb-tipped stinger, while the right hand was covered in a more simple chain bracer. And at the hip of the Rising Dawn was a forked blue dagger. It was not often that Cyrus brought more than just the Scorpion's Eclipse on a mission, but in a situation like this he was determined to take every possible advantage he could get.
Ardere left them to their own devices for a time, allowing them to mentally and physically prepare themselves for what lie ahead. Cyrus simply chose to wait where the Crimson King had told them to meet, using the time to talk to Hama. "You feeling alright, Cyrus?" She asked, able to sense his unease through their connection. He sat facing the tower, never once averting his eyes from it as though it could disappear or move at any moment. Hell, for all they knew, such a thing could very well be within its power. Cyrus simply nodded in response to her question, though it wasn't so much to reassure her that he was fine but to make sure she knew that he heard her. She could tell.
"No, Hama. I'm not. But I don't have to feel alright to fight." He said, clenching his hands together tightly. "My body is screaming at me to climb up there. And I will... with you, and Ardere, and Gris, and Charles. We'll go together."
Hama smiled at her friend's conviction despite the clear desire he had to keep moving. "You'd better! I don't think there are many people out there with as much of a chance to repel this guy's attacks as you do. So keep it together!"
Cyrus smilled wryly at this. It was true, he thought; though he didn't like to boast of his own skills, Cyrus knew that few could match him when it came to defensive magic. In a situation like this, where the horrors and threats to be faced were unknown, it was his duty to make sure that the team was as safe as they could be.
"Thanks Hama."
"No problem, Cy."
The thirty minutes may have been fast for some, but for Cyrus, sitting there gazing at the tower, it was agonizing. He was almost excited to get moving, but he would let Ardere set the pace. It made the most sense. Their leader spoke again, noting the sheer scale of the obstacle before them and how he expected Aamon would treat the whole situation. Cyrus clenched his fists as the Captain mentioned the name; Cyrus' own family had a connection, however distant, to this demon. Maybe that was why he felt so anxious? He still couldn't tell what exactly was the cause of the restless feeling, but he needed to focus on the ascent itself, not why he was compelled to do so.
Ardere turned to face the tower, his mana flaring up in a burning aura as they prepared to begin. Cyrus, erring on the side of caution, decided to do some preparation of his own.
"I'm going to cast a Senior-class Defensive spell on us," He explained to the others as he opened up his grimoire, flipping to the familiar page of his Syrup Shroud. "There's no telling what awaits us, but I'd rather not waste too much energy this early on something bigger. Syrup Shroud."
At his voicing of the name, a warm amber glow emitted from his tome and four masses of sap emerged, each latching onto one of the Royal Knights present; a castle-like vestige briefly flashed around each of the men, before leaving them with a sturdy orange aura of protective magic. He looked at the others and nodded. "Everybody ready?" He asked, though he knew there was no point in it; they had come this far, so they were going... ready or not.
"Ready!" Hama said, pumping her fists enthusiastically. Cyrus smiled a bit at her usual excitement; even an archdaemon's oppressive power did little to douse the fire that the spirit of sap held.
[attr="class,cyrusstats]Stats & Information
WC: 1100 | TWC: 1100
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Mana Skin
24/24
Health
18/18
Mana
455/455
Movement Speed
05
Damage Taken
00
Healing Recieved
00
Mana Used
30
Mana Regen
80
[attr="class,cyrusstats] Combat Notes Syrup Shroud cast on Ardere, Gris, Charles, and Cyrus
Items On Hand Magic Knight's Mantle Scorpion's Eclipse Strength of a Nation Puppeteer of the Current
Description: By casting this spell, Cyrus summons a mass of sap that quickly takes on the shape of a castle wall before hardening into a shifting amber-colored aura around Cyrus or his allies, defending them from enemy attacks. On casting, this spell will provide Cyrus with a +9 Durability buff. This defense can fully restore its lost health so long as it is not entirely destroyed, up to three times per casting. Sufficient Control will also allow him to create multiple barriers for different targets.
The gathering of the Royal Knight mages, the strongest mage...the so-called “Crimson King” would hopefully deliver what he needed, but of course that remains to be seen. ”Send one of my avatars down...let us send...Gluttony to see to it that the mages hurry inside, I would hate to get bored and have to resort to finishing what Sven and his useless children...im sorry...child could never accomplish.” The Archdaemon said to his NEW right hand, a human that looked...twisted, that were sewn on in patchwork mutilation, much like the amalgamations that once swept through Kikka, except larger and with a brain. Aamon was a master of battle and the right hand of Aamon simply bowed and said no words before taking its leave to go give the order.
Four Hours later…
A figure emerged from the inside of the battle tower. Dressed in blood red robes, trimmed in gold with black runes embossed around the fine cloth, an aura around the figure that just seemed to emanate a strong bloodlust as it approached the Magic Knights that were setting up battlements and surrounding the area. Once it was within 5 meters, well within the striking range of any magic knight the figure raised its hands and spoke...the voice that came from the figure would surprise everyone.
To Ardere this is what was heard. ”You pathetic worm, your friend died to my brother and yet you are here...cute...His soul is still being tormented by the way…” The robe was then brought down and the visage of Silas was seen.
To Charles this is what was heard. ”Trying to come back for what...salvation? To prove that your cowardice was justified then? You will die here just like the rest of the fools that came with you...to become part of the souls that are trapped here to rot…” The hood was then brought down and the visage of a villager Charles failed to save was seen.
To Griswold this is what was heard. ”So a black bull...a reject has decided to join the fray with the rest of the knights assembled...it will be a pleasure to remove that toothpick from your back and shove it through your spine before I turn the area into ash and use the forests as my own personal breeding grounds, who knows I may use your meat suit as a way to infiltrate your knight’s base so I can remove their souls as well…” The hood was then brought down and the visage of Griswold himself. Smiling the entire time he talked.
To Cyrus this is what was heard. ”Ahhh the hero of Atlantis, back again to try and prove to Clover that you are not just a scared little mage that belongs to a noble family...pathetic, you will fall like the rest, regardless of your little spells and that pathetic nymph you call a spirit...I can't wait to play with your soul and corrupt that spirit into a weapon...just like your father did with that poor girl and the Blakes...The shadow hangs over you like a parasol...how quaint.” The hood was then brought down and the visage of Cyrus’s father could be seen.
The rest of the mages and onlookers heard various messages of their worst fears and the look of someone dear to them. Yet when the figure stopped speaking the illusion dropped as well and the creature before them could not be described with any sort of singular word, for that matter even hybrid words would not do the figure justice. Before them was a beautiful female elf, her face was adorned with black inky lines that extended from her eyes down to her chin, her flowing auburn hair flowed down into the robes and she had a smile on her face that could only be described as creepy to put it mildly.
”I hope you all received the message well, The battlemaster is waiting on you...you have three days to reach Aamon before he decided to finish what Sven could not...he will destroy Kikka, and warp it to his wishes...and this time it will not be salvageable… She grinned with that sadistic look of humor, bordering insane pleasure as she visibly shuddered. ”and all of you will be reduced to mere puppets while your souls are savored and eaten by me! I cannot wait to see how you will writhe in agony.” The woman said before her personality snapped back to a serious look, as if it were someone else manipulating her mind. ”This is a warning...Don’t make me wait much longer.” There was a flash of black and white light before the elf woman made a sweeping motion with her right hand, suddenly the earth underneath the mages feet to the east, fell away as there was a large pit of lava that was summoned. It was done without a second thought and without remorse as there would be just a split second to try and grab the closest one. ”This is what will happen.”
However, after that the robed figure would turn to leave, as if they were all nothing. A great laughter would fill the area as she walked back, deeper and more evil than anything ever bellowed from a woman before. This warning was brutal, and a reminder that the beings that were inside of the battle tower were far from being slouches.
The gates of the Battle Tower have now opened...who will challenge Aamon’s will?
...Begin Round 1…
Inside the first floor, a cobblestone interior that is lit with crude torches made from bone and flammable cloth. There is one entrance in, and on the other side of the large circular room, is a large set of doors that lead to a place you do not yet know where.
Anyone with a sensory of 50 or higher/ or ki tier 1 can sense the presence of enemies near that door. Anyone with a sensory of 100 or more/ or ki tier 2 know that there are exactly four enemies behind that door.
Once all the players have entered, then the doors behind them will shut and lock, the robed woman will just stand there and wave to all of the players but not move otherwise.
Notes
This is the first round, giving you all a little leeway so that you could enter, but from this moment on...we begin the challenge. If you DO NOT enter by the time the beginning of the third round...a penalty will be added...for what use, you will find out...or perhaps other magic knights in the kingdom associated with you might...
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Thank you, Cyrus. As the Senior level Defensive spell was placed upon them, Ardere clutched the sword in his right hand. Staring down the Cloud Giant Coliseum, he could feel a mana stronger than the Shining Stone Palace--Stronger than the Tower of Mirages. Before him was his grandest battle yet--but he wasn't excited. No. The Crimson King did not feel a thirst for battle as he once would have years ago. Today the Sword of Clover only looked to the future after this fight. He could see a place beyond the horizon, a time when good mages would not have to lay down their lives to stop the monsters of this world. If such a place existed in reality, he did not know. Nonetheless; he could see it. So close yet too far to grasp. [break][break] Today he was a pillar of strength and fortitude. The men standing beside him knew what danger they were facing and they were not alone. Together they could overcome this. They may stumble and fall along the way but victory was their only path. This beautiful Kingdom he loved was counting on them now. Here we are boys. Gather what strength is in yourself. We're in this together after all. The voice that pierced his ears was devilish and crude, hidden in the visage of someone Ardere loved. These efforts were fruitless. The Crimson Lion sighed before letting a smirk cross his lips. Do you really think cheap tricks like that will shake me? Stepping forward a few step, his mana began to flare up. I made a misstep that cost me so much back then, but I am where I am today now because of it. You can't torture his soul because I carry him with me. Ardere gestured to his heart, whether it was his actual heart or the armor he bore was unclear. What mattered was the meaning behind this statement. Right here. Always. So fuck your petty tricks. I know your Master up there has more honor than that. [break][break] Let's get ready gents. Clear your minds. We're stronger than this. Turning to the men, he imagined they were shown something quite different. What it was they were shown, he did not know. What he did know was that they were strong, capable mages. They would not have been chosen otherwise. This was a battle of the mind, body, and soul. So Ardere turned to face this visage and the tower behind it. Watching as the figure left, he inhaled sharply. There was nothing to fear. He could feel the touch of a warm hand on his shoulder today. Perhaps a loved one sending strength from afar? Regardless he did not hesitate now. The fire mage began to walk forward towards the entrance of the Tower but he would not enter without his friends. Whenever they were ready; it would be time. Though as he got closer he began to sense something behind the door...what was it? [break][break] (Ard is walking towards the tower but has not entered yet)
As expected, everyone involved with this whole undertaking seemed rather tight about actually venturing into the place. It made him wonder if any of them felt the same way he felt, experiencing the same internal, yet at the same time external sense of dread and rage that almost seemed to grip him with invisible hands to drag him into the place. From the look of things, he did not think anyone else really did, which might be because none of them were like him. He was a foreigner after all, a foreigner and an elf, which might be part of the reason, though he simply could not be sure until he got to investigate this any further. With the only way of figuring out what the issue was being by heading into the tower, it annoyed him that the three were talking about all of this in such a manner, what with no one really making any effort at going in and getting this over with.
And just as he was about to turn around to face the group and yell at them in a manner that was very uncharacteristic of him, someone appeared before the tower. At first, it was hard to tell who or what this person was, he could not help but lift up his arm and guide his hand up over his shoulder until he felt the handle of his trusty black blade in the palm of his hand. Wrapping his fingers around it so that he might lash out at any given moment, it was at that point that the hood came down to reveal… him. Staring at his own reflection in a rather dumbfounded manner, he could honestly say that this much was not something he had expected to see, though one thing was certain. Even he could tell that there was something incredibly ominous about this thing, feeling a very clear intent to kill radiating off of him like the sun gave off heat.
Maybe it was just because he was currently in a more emotional state that allowed him to sense it, or maybe it was just that obvious to everyone. But one thing was clear, this being spelled trouble. The moment it began speaking, Griswold had not even heard a word it said yet, though it caused the rage he felt to spike, causing him to clamp down his fingers around his sword so tightly that it felt like he might actually crush the handle in his fist. Strangely enough the things it actually said barely registered with him, as he wasn’t all too worried about what some demon had to say about him or his “toothpick”. Once push came to shove, he’d get to feel what that toothpick could do soon enough. The part that got to him however was the idea of someone using his face to do unspeakable deeds, as that would undermine all of the work he had been doing ever since he had obtained his grimoire.
“Those are some awfully big words, coming from a poser that won’t even show his own face. Having to stoop to wearing the faces of others in an attempt at making some weak accusations and weaker insults, pathetic. When the time comes, know that it’ll be you who’s turned to ash, not us. Now scurry back to your master, rat, or you’ll meet your end right here.”
While these too were some big words that were primarily fueled by his close proximity to the tower, as he had no idea what this being was and what level of power it actually possessed, being able to turn things to ash was more or less his specialty. He could not create any defensive means like some of the others, and he more than likely wouldn’t be able to match the destructive power of the Salamander as he himself seemed to be the only person here who did not have an elemental spirit of his own, though that did not matter. Hearing as Ardere also addressed the strange appearance, it seemed that he did not see Griswold, nor himself, but someone he had lost at some point in time. Wondering whether this creature was some sort of shapeshifter or if it used illusionary means to take on the appearance and voices of others, he looked on as the creature left to head back inside. Trying to clear his mind, there was really nothing he could do but work hard to keep his anger in check.
“Yeah… right... Lets go bury every last one of these assholes beneath their little tower..”
771 (2212) (Since we're all waiting outside for one more round, Gris is going along and entering next round)
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2021 20:33:14 GMT -5 by Griswold
Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Sept 13, 2021 22:01:29 GMT -5
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"I'm no g e n i u s, I'm just a fool who keeps going forward."
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[attr="class","glentext"] Charles nodded, as Cyrus used a Senior-level defensive spell to protect them. Although he felt it was a little bit too early to do this, there was nothing bad with being proactive about any possible attacks. It was obvious that the spell he used wasn't even close to being one of his strongest spells inside his grimoire. He believed that everyone was planning on reserving all of their strength until they were on the top of the tower. Before they could even reach the top to fight the Archdaemon himself they'll have to fight through waves of enemies to prove themselves worthy of fighting Aamon. Today was different, he was determined, but also had a sense of calmness of his lazy personality. [break][break] A few moments later a figure emerged from the battle tower dressed in red blood robes and fine cloth. Just by looking at the figure, he could tell he was one of Aamon's representatives of sorts, one of the many monsters that were under his command. However, the next thing that it said would surprise him. The figure had directly addressed him, clearly aware of his failure in Kikka. A threat and telling him that he's going to fail just like he did last time, that nothing would change. Charles had already prepared for something like that, his failure in Kikka and regret was clearly one of his notable weaknesses. It was no surprise it was brought up, it was no coincidence to him that the tower appeared in Kikka. Aamon clearly wanted to finish the job, something Sven couldn't do. It was clear to him that the daemon chose Kikka as its destruction will fill the entirety of the Clover Kingdom and all the Magic Knights who fought bravely to retake it with despair. That was his end goal, with the failure of the Royal Knights, he could destroy the morale of the remaining mages that may attempt to oppose him. It made total sense to him, but he knew for a fact that none of them would allow that to happen. [break][break] "...Trying to use my failures as a way to weaken me? Nice try, but Sven's tricks were a lot better than this. Sorry, but you're long gone..." He replied rather lazily, but with a bit of an annoyed voice tone. Believing that Sven's tricks were a lot better. Even then, he had Ki and he was able to see through things differently from how he used to. The village's comment slightly annoyed him. Aamon used the souls from one of the villagers that died in Kikka against him, it was something awful, but a predictable course of action from a daemon. "Good grief... All of you daemons are the same, a pain in the ass... Always resorting to petty tricks to try and take us down before things get started." He let out a sigh, seemingly bored. Charles was not amused at all by the daemon's attempt to trick them through illusions of their failures. The silver mage could tell that Ardere and Griswold saw something similar as he did, but judging by they had two completely different answers. By the looks of it, they saw something different than he did, which was likely. The two didn't have the same connection of his failure in Kikka like he did, so a tactic like that wouldn't be effective against them. His view on the world had changed and his determination was strong, but something that had and would never change was how much of a drag the daemons are. If he had a dictionary he would list down "the ultimate pain in the ass for Charles Constantine" as one of its meanings. [break][break] "You know Charles... I don't agree with you often, but this is one of the few things I'll agree with you one hundred percent." Argenti spoke and replied to his comment. The silver spirit rarely expressed her agreement with him, but just this once she found some truth in his reply. Even though his reply was slightly amusing, it pretty much summed up how problematic the daemons are. She was confident that the silver mage was strong enough to not fall for such a petty trick, she had personally seen his growth as a mage. Even though he didn't show it openly to the others, he definitely proved himself when it counted. [break][break] As the illusion dropped, an elf that could be described as beautiful, no, beauty wasn't enough to describe her. She was good-looking, but something seemed off about her. The elf had a creepy smile on her and there was no mistake that she was just another soul that has fallen under the archdaemon's hands. Her voice and personality quickly changed, as if somebody was manipulating her or inside her. Then she changed back, a bizarre and unexpected action. [break][break] Charles walked forward, following behind Ardere as he prepared to enter the tower. The hardest battle of his life was about to begin, one that would decide the fate of Kikka just like before, but now it also decided the fate of the Clover Kingdom. His friends were waiting for him back home and hoping for his success. He wouldn't be the person he is today if it wasn't for them. The silver mage would have never been able to recover from his mental scars from Kikka if it wasn't for them. He owed everything to them, he was here because of them and he was going fight to the death for them. [break][break] Suddenly, he felt something strange. He was able to sense the ground below him beginning to split, it seemed like the female elf had no intentions of stopping with her tricks. Charles could tell that she wasn't herself for whatever reason, he felt something twisted inside her, something that was hard to describe. "Silver Owl!" He said loudly, as an owl made out of silver formed right in front of him all while the ground was being split in half revealing a lava pit that would definitely send him and the rest to his death. The silver mage used all the time that was available to him and hopped into his supplementary spell, as other people were falling to their death. Charles's owl swooped through the pit, attempting to reach as many people as possible. Unfortunately, his owl only had a capacity of five people, four if it included him. Therefore the number of people in his owl wouldn't be able to exceed that number. Some people would land on top of the owl as he decided to use the owl's speed as an advantage to pick people up before they fell into their doom. He tried his best, but even then, he knew that it wouldn't be enough to save everyone. Once the people he managed to rescue were rescued the silver owl raised its attitude. [break][break] "This guy is much more awful than I expected..." Argenti commented as she floated next to Charles. It was very clear they were going up against daemons. Only daemons were this twisted enough to kill people without remorse or second thought. Her facial expression didn't change much, but one could tell just by hearing her voice that she was visibly disturbed by such atrocities. Even then, she remained calm and collected as always and hoped for him to remain the same. [break][break] "They don't want someone aside from us close to the tower, or at least, so it seems... He said, briefly looking down at the lava pit that he was just going to go into a few moments ago. A part of him believed that evacuating the area within 100 meters around the entire tower would be a better choice. It was likely some sort of test and Aamon had no interest in other people being close to the tower. "Evacuate everyone within 100 meters of the tower. Otherwise, we are going to have more people dying without meaning... Establish defenses and have sensory mages monitor the ground below Kikka in case something like this happens again." He said, assuming the mages that were next to him on the owl listened to him. These were the most effective counter-measures he could come up with. They were far from perfect, but it would at least buy the Magic Knights sometime in case the daemons attempted to try something again. They'll be able to at least save more lives. There was no need for more Magic Knights to die a meaningful dead. His composture remained, he was already familiar with death and this wasn't the first time he had faced it so directly. [break]
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POW 090
DUR 141
SEN 010
STA 080
CON 080
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HEALTH
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55 IC // 60 OOC
220/220
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Combat Summary
[break]TL;DR Magic Knight Mantle, Seer's Fate, Forgotten Heirloom [break][break] Charles used his Silver Owl transportation spell to save as many people as possible in the short amount of time that was given to him. Gave out some advice, etc.
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Name of Spell: Silver Owl (Upgrade) [break] Elemental Type: Silver [break] Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Supplementary Construct | Transportation [break] Range & Speed: 5 passengers | 30 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 30 | 15 [break] Stats Effected: N/A [break] Applicable Perks: Fast Lane [break] Description: Charles creates an owl made out of silver big enough to carry 5 people. The silver owl is capable of flying which is used for quick and long distance transportation.
[attr=class,cyrustext]Ardere approved of his decision to preemptively protect the party, urging them forward when the mysterious cloaked figure arrived before them. Cyrus stood his ground at the sight; it didn't surprise him to see some sort of resistance so early. Even if the main opposition would be along the ascent of the twisted tower, their target was an archdaemon; he had no doubt that they would have every obstacle imaginable aimed at them from the moment they arrived. If anything, the fact that only now were they being directly confronted was something of a surprise.
But when the cloaked figure spoke, it was in a voice that Cyrus recognized. A voice that, all throughout his life, had spoken nothing but encouragement and confidence in his abilities to make a change in their family, and possibly even the Kingdom of Clover itself. But there was none of that familiar warmth that had so radiated in that voice; none of the empathy that commanded others in their efforts to rebuild broken towns and buildings. None of the kindness that served as an island in the cruel sea of nobility.
There was no way this was his father, Wendall Elwood.
And though his words landed in Cyrus' ears like iron weights, the Elwood's new family head remained focused and unmoved. In fact, he even smiled a bit, though not his usual approachable and friendly smile; this was more like an expression of determination.
"I would expect no less than the filthiest of dirty tricks from a daemon or his subordinates. But I'm impressed you can get so many facts wrong. My father was no corrupter of the innocents, and I have nothing to prove to anyone. Nor am I a hero; I stand here as Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn to carry out my duty, not as a Magic Knight, but as a citizen of Clover, to protect her and her people."
Simultaneously, Hama was presented with an illusion of her own. When the daemon lowered his hood, she didn't see Cyrus' father or any of the other Royal Knight's opposites, but rather the hardened face of a blond-haired man with piercing blue eyes. In some ways he almost seemed like he could be an older Cyrus, but with sharper features. This was Ostead Elwood, the original head of the Elwood family and the first person who she had ever formed a partnership with.
"Always so quick to boast and challenge, Hamadryad. But to what end? Can you truly be of help in a matter such as this? Two more of your little knight friends have spirits themselves, and one is the life of fire itself, the great Salamander! You speak of your confidence and determination, but it is easy to brag when you cower behind someone else as a shield. You did it with me. And now you have a new protector; several even, today! You haven't changed; you're just the same egotistical weakling you were all those centuries ago."
Hama glared defiantly at the face of the man who she had once called a friend. "Alright, now you listen here you little rat! I might not be the most powerful of spirits, it's true! And maybe I was... no, I know I was a coward once upon a time! But that ship sailed a long time ago! I'm here because I earned my strength and confidence, and to help my partner and his friends complete their... our mission! So why don't you just march your ass back up that tower and tell your master to get his ass ready for a kicking he's gonna regret begging for!"
Cyrus and his spirit friend saw that the others were seemingly dealing with illusions of their own, and were proud to see that they did not falter either. Rather than be disheartened however, the daemon before them seemed amused, or even encouraged by their efforts. The illusions faded, leaving an elven woman occupying the cloak with a sickening smile that twisted her once beautiful features. She urged them to press onward, voice briefly shifting between several others before speaking with one filled with power, warning them not to take too long or else.
As a taste of what awaited them should they fail, the ground beneath some of the mages nearby opened up to swallow them, and Cyrus turned sharply. "Ciders, go forth!" He commanded, sending three of his most trusted golems after the falling people. Unfortunately, with how sudden the move was, his golem could only reach the nearest man, catching him before he fell into the pit and carrying him away. Cyrus cursed under his breath, biting his lip before glaring defiantly at the space where the cloaked figure had once stood, eyes following the tower into the heavens.
Ardere and the others began their approach on the tower, with Cyrus and Hama joining them after making sure the man was as safe as he could be in such a location. The elf's words echoed through his mind as the Crimson King noted how he felt Aamon had more of a sense of honor and telling them to steel themselves.
Cyrus simply nodded; while before he had felt the urge to climb the tower gnawing at him like a hungry rat, now every cell in his body was screaming to ascend. But this was more directed. Before, he had felt the need to climb the tower; now, he wanted to climb the tower. "If anything, I feel like that was a test." He said, Hama nodding in agreement. "Yeah. If we let some stupid tricks like that stop us, how could we hope to actually stand against him in a real fight?" She completed his thought.
Well, if Aamon wanted a fight... then who were they to disappoint? Flanked by his summoned golems, Cyus joined the others.
[attr="class,cyrusstats]Stats & Information
WC: 0976 | TWC: 2076
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Mana Skin
24/24
Health
18/18
Mana
455/455
Movement Speed
05
Damage Taken
00
Healing Recieved
00
Mana Used
45
Mana Regen
80
[attr="class,cyrusstats] Combat Notes Summoned three Ciders
Items On Hand Magic Knight's Mantle Scorpion's Eclipse Strength of a Nation Puppeteer of the Current
Name of Spell: Cider Spell Element: Sap Spell Rank: Senior Mana Cost: 30 | 15 Type of Golem: Predator Applicable Perks: Puppet Master, Armament, Reinforced Golems Description:
Inspired by the curious pumpkin creatures he encountered whilst assisting in the defense of Kikka, Cyrus concocted a creature that seems as though it were ripped straight out of a Halloween story. Superficially the Cider golem almost resembles a sort of living flame, though still made of sap and amber. The eyes and mouth of this particular beast seem to emit an eerie orange glow as a sign of the powerful mana used to condense their shape. While not overly imposing compared to many other golems, the Cider is not to be underestimated. It is capable of reaching a size of up to 6 meters tall, and can be summoned smaller for tighter spaces. They can travel through the air at a pace of 27 meters per second, or 20 meters per second when carrying passengers. To attack, these living comets fly directly into their opponent and their fortifications, smashing into them with their surprisingly durable and powerful bodies for Senior ranked blunt damage. Their amber maws are not just for show either, and can be used to bite down on foes should the need arise. These golems form the backbone of Cyrus' offensive arsenal and are capable of carrying up to three passengers. Up to 3 can be summoned at once.
Each of the Royal Knights easily saw through this little ruse that was meant to do little but get their blood boiling, each of them seemed to be at least annoyed at what she chose, and a few seemed to question her about her master knowing that she resorted to these tricks. She still continued on to the battle tower doors. She managed a stifled laugh as she had her back turned to them, apparently they had no regards for the dozen or so mages she just brutally swallowed into the lava pit just a few moments ago. That is when the doors flung open and she strolled inside, swaying her hips seductively knowing that people were watching. As they remained open, two figures walked out of the battle tower...they wore robes of the same style, but when they were completely out of the doors they lowered their hoods. One was a wild looking man, his eyes were full of darkness and he scanned the area before the other figure dropped their hood. Revealing a familiar face to both Ardere and Cyrus. It was none other than Tetsuya...the former Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn that turned rogue.
”It feels good to get out and stretch...those souls hit the spot, feel ready to cause a scene, Tets?.” The wild man said as he brought his grimoire up. Tetsuya did not smile and instead stared at Cyrus who now wore the title of being the Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn. ”Silence...you survived while living only because I offered aid...now in death we are still intertwined...Galben, we must make our time here count...that woman won’t be pleased if we do not.” Tetsuya said as his grimoire was also brought up and he motioned his hand as clouds gathered overhead, soon turning dark as he looked at them. ”Ardere old friend, I am surprised you are still around and kickin/ to be honest...I can feel it on you you know...the faint energy of the soul that ended my second life...If you give me that last piece of his energy, I will make you a deal and ensure that we see you up to the fiftieth floor.” The look on the face of Tetsuya showed that he was serious of course at that moment and Galben looked sickened at this and scoffed at his partner. ”Whatever, fuck going easy on these pricks. Time to eat some tar, La Brea Meteor!” Galben’s blackened, slimy looking grimoire flew open before a magic circle appeared around the pair of enemy mages. Tar began to bubble up from the ground before small balls of semi-solid tar flew out of this oozing black wound in the ground. Five would fly out in different directions at a speed of 45 m/s before a Large 3 meter wide piece lifted behind Galben and was hurled at the Royal Knights at a speed of 45 m/s and would deliver Senior damage if anyone were hit, and once on the ground the tar would spread and would instill a -10 m/s Speed Buff. ” I ain’t going back into that fucking pit...their lives for mine...that was what she said.” Galben roared out, an evil energy emanating from his body as he lashed out with a primal rage. He was starting to twitch and parts of his face were beginning to crack. Tetsuya just watched as this went on...he had no intention of stopping Galben, but he did have another piece of advice for the group, looking at Cyrus this time. ”It would be in your best interest to just let the onlookers do as they please...if they are here they obviously know the danger...you are only wasting your energy...trust me on this one, when I was in your shoes and turned heel...the onlookers knew the price they were paying when I attacked the closest person.” As he said this though, there was not hit of remorse, the soul of Tetsuya had long since been tortured and without a way to come back to exact his revenge...he became numb...however Ardere now had something he wanted and he was starting to crack...and seeing the Golden Dawn Vice Captain...irked him to no fucking end.
The Magic Knights that were starting to block off the area had taken battle positions and the one in charge...a man from the Green Mantis Magic Knight squad, his name was Darrell Ludwig and he blocked two of the balls of tar with his powerful spatial magic. ”You Royal Knights are only going to make things worse if you hang out here and fight these clowns...we are not just damn cannon fodder here. We want revenge for our fallen as well. Do us a favor and get in there and kill whatever the hell is causing this so we can go home to our families and the sacrifices we make won’t be in vain.” Darrel then stepped forward and opened a large tear in the earth as he tried to wipe away as much of the tar as he possibly could to hopefully give the Royal Knights a way out...Galben and Tetsuya saw this man and their eyes met before Tetsuya decided to finally make his move, enhancing his own body with lighting mana he rushed towards Darrel at a speed of 35 m/s. The mages clashed and Darrel was working his magic to intercept lightning bolts while Galben began to rage even more, revealing a monstrous quality to him as his teeth seemed to sharpen and pieces of his flesh rotted away.
Inside the Battle Tower first room the elf woman waited behind the door and just laughed to herself, everything was as it was said before inside and nothing had changed...even the far door was not opened.
To fight, or to leave these two to their own devices...or perhaps take the deal and trade for a shorter passage to Aamon...the group has been left with choices that will now affect those around them. These two enemy mages, fragments of the past made whole by the souls that were devoured...who knows what might happen next.
WC:1,069/3,735
Last Edit: Sept 14, 2021 12:16:50 GMT -5 by Daemon
Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Sept 16, 2021 11:53:06 GMT -5
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"I'm no g e n i u s, I'm just a fool who keeps going forward."
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[attr="class","glentext"] No matter how much he tried, his speed wasn't enough to save all of the Magic Knights from their impending doom. Anyway, Charles landed the silver owl and allowed for the Magic Knights he had saved to get off of it and get to safety a soon as possible. One response after another, the silver mage looked at how two figures in robes exited the Battle Tower. Their Ki signatures were malicious and evil, similar to the elf that showed up before them, but their energy was also different from hers. Much to his annoyance, the enemy seemed in the offensive wave after another, despite not being inside the tower yet. The two figures revealed themselves. A wild-looking man and the second one seemed to know Captain Ardere, although their exact relationship was unknown to him. The only thing he knew was that the two men were just two other people that had their souls stolen by the daemons. [break][break] Charles was confused about what Tetsuya was referring to in regards to Ardere's faint soul that had finished his second life. The implies that the man in front of them lived twice and this was his third life in a way. The other man by the name of Galben didn't seem to be as calm and patient as Tetsuya. Fortunately, Cyrus's Syrup Shroud was already protecting him and the rest of the group, but for the safety of the other Magic Knights Charles cast his spell Silver Wall, as three walls made out of silver rose from the ground where some of the Magic Knights were placed at if they were any, to begin with. You could never be too sure and he wasn't taking any risks right now. He didn't feel like having more Magic Knights die for much longer. [break][break] "You must be stupid if you think she'll actually uphold her part of the deal... But, I figured you weren't that smart the moment you used your magic against us." He let out a sigh, merely out of disappointment that he decided to attack them with magic despite already being protected by Cyrus' magic beforehand. The daemons were known for using others, nor did they did all seem like the type of people to keep their promises. They were just being used, maybe they'll fulfill their demands, but even then he had his doubts. In fact, he didn't want to fight, at least not right, nor did he believe it was worth their time. They had better things to handle, with the appearance of the other Magic Knights who wanted to avenge their fallen friends. He heard one of them speak out, a member of the Green Mantis that had Spacial Magic spoke to them. The Magic Knight had a good point that they had to take into consideration. [break][break] "The Green Mantis is right... Let's use this as a chance to go inside. Judging by how the enemy has been responding if we stay outside the more Magic Knights will die and more destruction will be caused to Kikka... It's clear that Aamon wants a fight and he wouldn't care if he has to kill every single Magic Knight to get it. We'll have to use the time they're giving us to go inside and get this over with." Charles said, advising the others in case they had the idea of staying outside. They had to go inside, otherwise, they wouldn't be the ones paying for the consequences, but Kikka and the rest of the Magic Knights will. The silver mage had deduced that Aamon didn't care about the lives of the Magic Knights, he wanted the Royal Knights inside his tower and every minute that was spent outside would be met with hostile actions. If the Archdaemon really wanted to he could wipe out the entire town in an instant, so this was clearly just a warning for the team to follow his order. [break][break] Charles knew that the two men in front of them wouldn't simply let them walk into the tower. So he had to go through them quickly. Hopefully, the Green Mantis and the rest of the Magic Knights nearby would help him. "Hero's Silver Shield." He declared, as a shield made out of silver formed in front of him releasing sparks of electricity. The shield was almost as big as him and was just a few centimeters in front of him to protect him. To protect himself from the incoming attack of the two mages, extra protection didn't seem like a bad idea. The silver mage then raised one of his hands up, creating a pair of silver wings that extended up to 1.5 meters in size. This gave him the ability to fly at 60 m/s per second, if he times it right he should be able to block and dodge all the incoming attacks if used with Ki. He then looked at his ring that was on his finger, briefly glowing as a translucent mist began to surround Charles's body. It was only noticeable to the ring's bearer. He knew that the enemy probably had a decent sensory ability, but this should at least confuse them. The translucent mist had been him invisible to the naked eye, although the group that had enough sensory and Ki could still sense his presence around. [break][break] Now that the preparations were done, Charles went up at least two meters from the ground and went for it. The silver mage moved forward, flying at a speed of 60 m/s towards the battle tower entrance that was in front of him. He only hoped the rest would find a way into the battle tower, he knew that he would probably be spotted so they could use this sudden event for their advantage. If he manages to get past the two mages, Charles would enter the tower and land a little bit past the entrance to prevent the two mages from attempting to attack him. In the event he got attacked, the shield in front of him would protect him from any attacks that come his way. This would mean he landed close to the crazy woman that was waiting for them. With that out of the way, he hoped that the rest will catch up. It was clear that Aamon was running out of patience and wanted to get this over with. If he got inside, he would be able to sense the presence of four enemies behind the door that was behind him. So he was attentive and prepared for any attempts of the woman to open it right in front of them, considering what she did before she couldn't be trusted. [break]
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POW 090
DUR 141
SEN 010
STA 080
CON 080
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MANA SKIN
HEALTH
MANA REGEN
MANA POOL
archmage
grand
55 IC // 60 OOC
198/220
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Combat Summary
[break]TL;DR Magic Knight Mantle, Seer's Fate, Forgotten Heirloom [break][break] Charles was protected from Galben's initial attack by Cyrus's Syrup Shroud. Followed by that, he proceeded to create three walls of silver for any of the Magic Knights that might've been targeted by his attack. After that, he created a silver shield in front of him, a supplementary spell that sets his flying speed to 60 m/s, and then used Seer's Fate Hidden Speed to make himself temporarily invisible to the naked eye. Ki Tier 2 is also active. [break][break]
Name of Spell: Silver Wall [break] Elemental Type: Silver [break] Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Defense Creation [break] Range & Speed: 80 meters | 45 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 30 | 15 [break] Stats Effected: +9 Durability [break] Applicable Perks: Aegis, Quick Shot [break] Description: Charles creates a wall made out of silver that is used for defense purposes, the wall itself rises from the ground in a straight vertical pattern, the wall being 10 cubic meters in size. He is also able to use that spell to create a wall in front of someone to protect them as long as they are within the spell's range. Additionally, Charles is able to create more defensive walls to protect multiple targets per 30 control following the ammo rules.
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Name of Spell: Silver Wings [break] Elemental Type: Silver [break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Supplementary Creation (Transport) [break] Range & Speed: 150 meters | 85 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 50 | 25 [break] Stats Effected: 60 m/s [break] Applicable Perks: Quick Shot, Fast Lane [break] Description: In order to activate the spell Charles raises either one of his hands up. Charles creates silver wings that extend up to 1.5 meters in size and appear on his back, in between both of his shoulders. The wings themselves seem to resemble the wings of an eagle. This grants him the ability to fly and glide at 60 m/s. He is also capable of transporting two other people with him in his arms.
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Name of the Ability Hidden Speed [break] Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 (uses) ¦ 32 (overheating) [break] Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Sensory [break] Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 [break] Range & Speed: 10m aoe ¦ 10 m/s [break] Stats Affected: 5 m/s [break] Description: The bearer need only want to vanish for this ability to take effect. When active what can only be described as a completely translucent mist or smoke only noticeable by the bearer of the ring that seems to creep up over their body as if giving them a second skin as it does so this seems to make them invisible to the naked eye however those with at least 20 sensory would still be able to feel the mana via sensory or movements via the use of ki tier 1. In addition to this while this ability is active the bearer gains an additional 5 m/s to their speed regardless of if they are sensed or the cloaking is seen through.
