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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“If you wanted to leave this place, you should have left when the front door stood wide open. Yet you chose to spend your time throwing knights tasked with watching this tower to their deaths before choosing to head back indoors. So I’ll give you one more chance to speak the truth or shut your mouth woman.”
There was no doubt about it that there was something affecting him, something that had been affecting him for a while now that gradually pushed him into being less himself than he had been before. Ever since the first “trial” they had gone through here however, it had felt even less like it was him that was sitting in his skin, though he had a hard time figuring out the exact reason behind it. But as per his questions, Charles had begun explaining to the best of his abilities what had happened to him in his own words, which seemed like a somewhat peculiar tale at best. While Griswold knew better than to believe that the mage would be lying to him, there was something about this woman he could not exactly place. Activating his Ki as per the request of Charles, who more or less implied that it was possible to tell that she wasn’t a demon, it seemed that he was right.
She did not seem to give off the same vibe he had been getting from some of their other opponents, though that did not explain a damned thing about why she was here in this tower, why the men at the base of the tower had attacked them, and why several magic knights had been plummeted into a magma pit. It seemed strange for someone like Charles to forget entirely about the fact that this woman had been the same one that had granted them entry into the building, had cost the lives of several people already and now played the victim for whatever reason. That said, looking at Ardere and the peculiar form he was in, he understood quite well why she was playing the victim, as he would not want to be on the receiving end of that either. On the other hand, he did not want to be the one that felt the full wrath of an archdemon either, so it was hard to figure out what she was doing, though she seemed to be playing along with the side she thought might be victorious.
“Be that as it may, did you forget that the very first threats we faced were former knights that seemed to be employed by this … person. Or did you forget how she laughed when some of our own magic knights were thrown into a fiery death. Yet here you stand, holding hands like you trust her when she’s clearly aiming to betray us the moment we start to lose.”
As he thought about it all, Griswold had a hard time properly picturing how things had gone back when they had first appeared at the base of the tower, just like how he was having difficulty separating himself from the person he was that fought against the demons and lost. Even more so than that, he was having difficulty letting go of the demon he had become when the former had fallen, and he had been faced with an enemy that was unmistakably the same as the woman that was now standing next to Charles. The one that was actively mocking him and his choice of weaponry, yet for some reason this had completely gone over the man’s head as he hadn’t even addressed it at all. Placing his hand on the hilt of his blade, a quick flex of his muscles was enough to unleash a spell that always came before he would engage someone on his own terms, enhancing his combat capabilities by quite a bit and making him that much more annoying to face.
“While it is true that she at the very least does not read as any of the demons I’ve seen here so far, there is something odd about her, as well as something odd about you. Perhaps you need to reconsider who or what you’re loyal to instead of sympathizing with a murderer. So step away and see things for what they are, or I’ll whoop your ass until you see clearly again.”
As an aura of solar energy formed around him, the black blade was drawn from the scabbard and held in his left hand, which was different from how things usually were. While he had trained rigorously to become ambidextrous, he still favored his right over his left in battle, especially when holding a blade. From the outside looking in, it would not be all that hard to notice that there was something off about the aura consisting normally out of shades of oranges and yellow, as it now held some darker hues as well. Regardless, now that he had prepared himself for a fight and heard what the woman and Charles had to say for themselves, he would only give them one last chance to see the error of their ways and change. Feeling stronger than he had before, he did not so much care for why that was as much as he cared for straightening out the situation in front of him, by force if he needed to.
TLDR: Asking questions, drawing weapon and activating spell.
Speed cranked up from 20 to 50 m/s Still wielding Feardèanamh
POWER 175 DURABILITY 3 SENSORY 80 STAMINA 50 CONTROL 150 MANA 220 (205 mana left)
Using Spell: Name of Spell: Celestial Body: Beta Cephei Elemental Type: Solar Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Physical Reinforcement & Healing Range & Speed: Self | 85 m/s Mana Cost: 50 mp | 25 mp sustain Stats Effected: +30 m/s Applicable Perks: Full Blitz & Quick Shot Description: By making himself glow and focusing his solar mana tightly around and inside himself and keeping it there, rather than allowing it to be released in an explosive manner, the caster can push off of air and water molecules, thus allowing them to essentially run through the air and on water for the duration of the spell. More than that, by channeling their mana in this manner, they also increase the speed at which they move by +20 m/s and enable themselves to use fractions of it to restore their own body or restore their mana skin. Can heal Grand damage, regrow digits in one post, can regrow minor/smaller non-vital organs in two posts, and regrow entire limbs and organs in three posts. every turn that it is active, it will also aim to remove any debuffs if present following the "cleaning" rules. During the day, the aura around the caster takes on an orange hue, taking on a silver blue hue after dark.
Feardèanamh
Rank & Element: Grand | Dark Class & Type: Imbued Magic | Weapon Magic Specializations: Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Appearance & Lore: Feardèanamh was originally found by Griswold when delving through the ancient elven ruins in the foothills near Kiten, looking like a mostly rusted slab of metal with a hilt. When he first picked it up, he could feel a pinch and noticed a faint glow for a split second before it disappeared. Doing his best to have the blade cleaned and restored to its former glory, upon returning, he came to learn that the name Feardèanamh translates roughly to "Ruinmaker". Wielded by a dark elven king who waged war on human and elf alike hundreds of years ago, its exact origins are unknown, as no records have been kept in regards to who forged it. It's exact measurements are 120 centimeters total, the blade being 89 centimeters long and and 5.2 centimeters wide with a guard width of 24 centimeters, making it a "hand and a half" sword. Abilities:
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Ymyl Tywyll Type & Uses: Flow | 5 post max use | 4 post overheat Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 23 mp | 12 mp upkeep Range & Speed: 40 m/s Stats Affected: -25% endurance Description: Translating roughly to "Black Blade", when Ymyl Tywyll is activated, dark purple veins will form from the handle, spreading from there across the length of the blade and releasing a dark aura. Enhancing the offensive properties of the weapon, its sole function is releasing a crescent of dark mana each time the blade hits a solid surface. Upon hitting a target, the black magic along the sword will erupt outward, dealing senior damage and debuffing their endurance, causing them to take 25% of the curse’s rank (Senior) in damage in addition to other damage taken, and will continue taking additional damage for as long as the debuff is present. Endurance debuffs of this kind can be stacked twice, for which it will need to strike the target twice. This ability cannot be used for more than five posts, as once the fifth post is reached, the ability will require a period of four posts to be ready again.
(The sword in its activated form, showing mana running throughout the runes carved into the blade.)
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Ceangal Dorcha Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 80m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: -10 m/s Description: Translating roughly to "Dark Binding", following what seems like a crackling of black energy, this releases a burst of Dark magic from the blade, the pitch-black mana moving outward and striking against the enemy for Senior damage. Should the attack hit, dark bindings will form around the feet of the one hit by it, reducing their total movement speed by -10 m/s. If multiple people or targets are hit by this ability, the total amount by which they are slowed is reduced by 1 m/s per afflicted individual. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Hymagor Isfyd Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 80m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: Debuff to healing/buffing Description: Translating roughly “Yawn of the Underworld”, following up on a sound that is reminiscent to the sound of someone inhaling, a black smoke-like substance is released from the blade that will attempt to dowse a target, causing them to take a senior amount of damage and impairing their own personal buffs and healing. When hit, the targets healing potency is dropped by a single rank if Power is +5 higher than the targets Control, with Junior buff amounts being halved. If the difference is +10, the buff and healing received would be erased completely. Finally, at a difference of +15 or more, the attempted buff or healing will instead turn into a debuff or cause them to take damage equal to one rank below what the healing spell would have healed. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Hymyl y Nos Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 40m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: -25% endurance Description: Translating roughly to “Verge of Night”, following up on the purple veins along the blade either showing up or lighting up more brightly if already present, this releases a burst of Dark magic from the black that looks similar to most other Feardèanamh, dealing Senior damage to those it hits. Upon hitting a target, the black magic along the sword will erupt outward, debuffing their endurance, causing them to take 25% of the curse’s rank (Senior) in damage in addition to other damage taken, and will continue taking additional damage for as long as the debuff is present. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
[attr=class,cyrustext]Arrogance was not a word Cyrus typically associated with himself. Perhaps that, in and of itself, was a sign of arrogance, but it was the truth. Pesha Aeronwy, his mentor before joining the Magic Knights, had made a concentrated effort to prevent or remove any such thoughts from the young sap wizard's head during their time together, citing from personal experience how such behavior and overconfidence could easily lead to ruin of oneself and others.
But despite generally being pretty humble, if Cyrus had anything that he was confident in regarding his magic, it was the strength of his defenses. He couldn't punch holes through mountains or move faster than the eye could follow, or cast illusions almost as real as reality itself. But he could make walls and barriers. He didn't know how his defenses stacked up to other wizards and witches of his level; he had yet to meet very many other defensively oriented mages. Still, he had faith in his ability to protect himself and others when push came to shove.
Which is why, in the few seconds that followed after he commanded his golem to attack, he was shocked.
Shocked, first, by the sight of his and Hama's twisted doppelgangers fusing in a sick perversion of a Spirit Dive, his opposite's armor and weapons seeming to become one with its own body as it rushed forward at incredible speed. The second surprise came from how easily its wicked claws tore through his Odur's barrier, and following that, the golem itself.
"That's not right! Damnit, I should be able to repel an attack like that!" He thought to himself in frustration; if he didn't have the strength of his shields or his golems, what good was he to the Magic Knights?
Even with his limited ki training, however, Cyrus could tell that the strange fusion of their enemies had provided them with a significant power boost. If he was to match it, it seemed he and Hama would need to break out their own Partial Spirit Dive. The spirit of sap sensed his intentions and agreed, focusing on their connection the same way that they had when they first achieved the form.
But... something was wrong.
When first they combined their power, their hearts beat as one. They drew breath from the same air, and felt the same things and thought the same thoughts. So she attempted to do that again.
But there was resistance.
Hama could feel Cyrus' will and mind trying to join up with hers, but they just didn't match up. They weren't in sync at all! She could feel an intense fury coming from her normally sweet and peaceful friend, and it was a far cry from the Cyrus that she had come to know. She wanted to match his heartbeat, to follow his rhythm, but it was no use! Whatever had been enraging Cyrus so much since they arrived at the tower, it was also preventing them from activating their Spirit Dive!
Cyrus' eyes widened, realizing that the dive attempt was failing, and it was all he could muster to raise his arms in defense as his loathsome copy's attack continued through his golem and straight towards him. His own defensive barrier would hopefully lessen the blow... but would it be enough?
[attr="class,cyrusstats]Stats & Information
WC: 0550 | TWC: 11294
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Mana Skin
24/24
Health
18/18
Mana
440/455
Movement Speed
05
Damage Taken
00
Healing Recieved
00
Mana Used
50
Mana Regen
80
[attr="class,cyrusstats] Combat Notes Odur 1 destroyed
Items On Hand Magic Knight's Mantle Scorpion's Eclipse Strength of a Nation Puppeteer of the Current
The confusion...the fear...that sweet look on his opponent's face as the doppelganger watched Cyrus’s partial dive begin to fail...like the sweet music of a symphony being soured by a single wrong note. As stated before the attack ripped through the golem and then right through to Cyrus. His defense was capable...but being this close was all that the thing needed to attack at its full strength. “Hubris of the fallen.” Was all that the doppelganger said before its claws grew two more inches and a new strength was poured into the creature as it followed through with a mind-boggling slash attack at point blank range. It carried with it Archmage damage and, the moment that Cyrus would try to break away or defend...it was all in the creatures calculations as a hex would be laid upon the Royal Knight. Weakening the defensive spells of the mage by one single rank, and as a bonus if the attack would subsequently land it would knock back Cyrus 10 meters (32 Feet). The creature would then launch off again to attack, the crowd was losing their collective minds.
Ardere:
The battle raged on as Royal Knight Ardere charged in like a berserker of times long forgotten...was the man really any better than the daemons he fought against at this point. The Avatar was caught by the overbearingly fierce onslaught, but with miniscule movements the Avatar blocked each strike, backing with each clash as his eye twitched. This was impossible...Aamon had chosen HIM...Aamon told him to test them...and yet here he was...the one being tested and oppressed? ”FINE! IF YOU WISH TO FIGHT LIKE A DAMNED DRAGON…”He pushed back with a swipe of the sword and then outstretched his left hand as he took a single punch to the face. ”Daemon’s release!” He would say as he would untether his own form as a brilliant green light would shine for a moment. In the next, an actual dragon towered over the entire party, his serpent-like body coiled around the entire room and now the entire party would be involved. ”I WILL SHOW YOU A DAMN DRAGON!” The Avatar said as Aamon watched from across the arena...the master of the battle tower scoffed and waved off the incident as he watched the fight against the “shield” of the team.
Griswold & Charles:
Varisse did not forget what she had done in the first place but again, she had to do so...they were the only ones capable of getting to the end and defeating Aamon...or so she thought...that thought was beginning to bite her in the ass with each passing second.
Through the squabble between Charles and Griswold Alpha just laughed inside of Charles’ head. ”He does not see reason...She used whatever she could to get you all into the tower...violence begets violence though so his answer is...well...rather basic, but he isn’t wrong. She did kill your men, and well I...hahaha...those two that “she” sent well...he thinks she has ALL that power...comical.” The voice in his head would ring out and Varisse stepped forward. ”Fine, if you wish to put an end to me you fool?” She looked at Griswold with a deep hatred ”...then I will not let this man be my shield...or any man anymore...not since he died...you saw it didn’t you? How he died...My beloved...now I am stuck here...the only one that has not been turned by THAT MAN” She pointed at Aamon, just as the Avatar transformed and coiled around the room, a clawed hand grabbed Varisse and the elf woman let out a scream as she was dragged off. That is when the cut on Charles’ wrist began to burn and the veins in his arms began to pop and his skin would tighten. ”I can give you the power...to stop all of this Charles...Think about it…” Alpha would say in the head of the royal knight. The silver spirit that accompanied Charles was reacting to this and would send a small signal to its partner. This was about to get ugly as the Black Bulls were now thrust into a convoluted plot that might cost them dearly.
GM Notes: Sorry about the wait you all, I have had a...bad time with getting Covid from my workplace, being placed on an oxygen tank temporarily, and my seizure medication not entirely working...You all have been patient with me, and as such I am happy to tell you that I am glad you are the party I get to tell a story with. You all have been phenomenal.
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[break][break] Red. Crimson red was all that the Captain could now see as the adrenaline rushed through his blazing veins and filled his muscles. This was the prelude to a truly cataclysmic fight--the one he had come here for. He was wasting too much time now. The companions he had behind him were in danger. Cyrus was in danger down there. Was this all just pointless? No. He had to win and get down there. Enough with the silly games. They had come here to kill Aamon, not "find themselves" or to be "challenged". None of that shit mattered. What mattered were the men here ventured here with. What mattered were the people of Clover he had come to protect. So he'd end this fruitless fight just as quickly as he instigated it and then he'd go for Aamon himself. That was the only option here now. [break][break] Ardere did not have much time to react, so the dragon within him reacted for him. As a dragon began to coil around them like a serpent with its prey--Salamander finally made his appearance. A fully realized Dragon Spirit burst forth from the Kasai's chest and tackled the Avatar in its new dragon form in an attempt to push it through the wall of the spectator's box which was close to crumbling already. This was his best chance to get the monster away from the rest of the party. If the dragon did not manage to do it, the fire mage would. Salamander! He called out as a frightening amount of blazing mana circled around him. The beast had now been unleashed. It was a risky move but if played properly he could succeed in quickly ending this fight as he initially intended. [break][break] As Salamander burst forth from his partner's chest, his entire body was coated in a searing white flame as his strength was drastically enhanced. The dragon's red scales began to pulsate with strength as crimson and pale fires swirled around him like armor. Fylja's Prowess--Crimson King:Tyr! The Dragon was able to utilize spells from Ardere's grimoire and so he would. Right behind him was his companion ready to fight. He burst above the dragon with an incredible swiftness and extended his flaming aura to a size comparable to Salamander himself. This meant that not only did the Dragon Avatar have to deal with a Dragon similarly sized to him but also a giant flaming lion form unleashing a punch at him. (Both are about 20 meters from end to end) This is a dragon.This form would make sure to push him through the box into the Arena if Salamander did not manage to himself. The flames of war had begun to rage on here now in the Coliseum of Cloud Giants, this Tower of Aamon. [break][break] TLDR: Salamander pops out of Ard's chest in his True Form while activating two of Ard's spells and pushing the Avatar out of the spectator's box and into the rest of the arena as Ard himself extends his Fylja's Aura to meet Salamander's size and unleashes a flurry of punches at the Avatar in an attempt to end this fight quickly.
Speed: 100 m/s[break] Strength: Grand[break] Perks: Apex Predator, Close Combat Expert, Berserker's Rage, Second Ace.[break] -Arsenal, Fylja, and Ryujin sustained[break] -------------------------------------------------------[break] Salamander functions as an Elemental Incarnate Golem (Predator) for the duration of this ability. He also activated Fylja's Prowess and Crimson King: Tyr[break] [break][break] Mana: 190/270[break] Power: 200[break] Speed: 75 m/s[break] [break][break] Name of Spell: Crimson King: Tyr[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation/Physical Reinforcement[break] Range & Speed: Self | N/A[break] Mana Cost: 40 (20)[break] Stats Effected: +Grand Strength[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Concussive Blows, Battle Knight, Brute, Herculean Strength.[break] Description: Ardere has used this spells for years, and is considered one of his most used spells. Based on the Ifrit spell Lysander used and the Abyss Armor Elizabeth utilized, this spell has been honed and practiced. The mage creates an armor of flame across his entire body, lighting his hair on fire in the process. This also causes his muscles to expand and strengthen as the PR aspect of it reinforces his strength. This allows him to punch holes in buildings, or even level them. The power of the flame and reinforcement are used in tandem to make this a monstrously terrifying offensive spell.
[attr=class,cyrustext]Distantly, faintly, Cyrus was aware of the other clash occurring in the air above him in the coliseum, as Ardere attempted to mount an offensive on the archdaemon himself. But as far as he was concerned at the moment, the titans' battle might as well have been in a completely different kingdom. Which seemed... off.
He was a defender, first and foremost. He could remember his conversation with Hama just before they set out to begin the tower climb, about how he would try his hardest to protect the others. To keep them safe.
But in this moment, as his defenses failed himself, he didn't feel disappointment at his weakness, or fear for his life as the doppelganger's mocking rang in his ears. No, all that the sap wizard felt coursing through his entire being was that same burning rage that had so infested his very soul since he first awoke that morning.
His dark copy's attack continued his way, and even with his lack of sensory skills he could sense a wicked aura of some sort coming off of the attack. He was slow, though; Cyrus always had been. He grit his teeth in anticipation of the attack, allowing the attack to land. The force was massive, and were he anybody else he might have been sent flying across the coliseum. But even if his shields weren't up to stuff, Cyrus had worked intensely on his resilience; he was a defensive Powerhouse, and so was only knocked back 5 meters. He could feel something happen to his magic at the impact as it shattered the Fossil Facade surrounding him, leaving him with only his mana skin for protection.
But as he glared defiantly at his opponent, a silent command roared from his mind.
Cyrus still had one Odur golem left, since the doppelganger had chosen to head straight for him and only attacked the one that had been in its way. So as the monstrous mirror attacked him, Cyrus had commanded the shining knight to attack the gladiator in return, the glowing warrior immediately charging at the gladiator from behind to try and get in a blindside.
Hama meanwhile was still trying to figure out what was making Cyrus so irritated; if he didn't calm down, there was no way they could get in sync to work together properly.
Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Dec 2, 2021 0:03:33 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 knew for a fact that Griswold brought his own fair share of points into the table. It was true that she killed some of his comrades and it was something he did not forget. However, he also firmly believed that protecting Varisse would respond to some of his questions that he had not been able to ask due to everything going on. All of this was a pain in the ass, and the fact that their Captain out of people was busy going at it against Aamon's Avatar didn't make things better, Cyrus was busy with his trial and things were getting a lot tenser between Griswold and himself. The silver mage held no real intention of fighting his own teammate. [break][break] "It's true and I haven't forgotten what this woman has done to the rest of the Magic Knights, but I believe she has the answers to some of our questions. There's a lot here going on and we don't know about it, I'm able to sense her intentions, and as far as I'm aware she wants Aamon dead just like us. Anyway... If it comes to it... I'll take responsibility for it as much I don't like the idea." He said, a part of him knew why Griswold was like it, but even then he could sense the Aamon was increasing his anger which made things more complicated. If she truly went ahead and betrayed them, or even managed to sense any real murderous intent towards his teammates or himself then he would do what he had to do and kill her. Although, it was not something he liked to think about he had to hold himself accountable for his own actions. Charles knew this had its risk and Griswold mentioned them himself. [break][break] Charles quickly looked at Griswold pull out his sword, which didn't inspire his confidence, he was either going to attack him or even Varisse. Considering emotional his fellow teammate appeared he wasn't sure if he was going to go towards him or Varisse, maybe even both of them believed he had a chance. He could sense Griswold's energy, he didn't truly plan to attack, but just in case he crouch and placed his hand on the ground. "Incursio!" The silver mage declared, as lightning crackled and surrounded his entire body, forming an armor made out of silver that covered his entire body and increased his speed. In case of an attack, he was sure his armor would be strong enough to at least take a hit from Griswold's magic. [break][break] Once again he heard Alpha's voice in his head, which didn't make things better. "I know that..." This time he spoke out loud, to the rest of the group it would make him seem as if he was talking to himself. As Varisse stepped forward it seemed like a battle was about to break out, but all of the sudden a claw grasped the female elf and dragged it somewhere else. It was something unexpected. Not long after he felt his cut begin to burn as his veins began to pop and his arms tightened, the silver mage crouched and placed his hand on the ground. He groaned in pain from the burning sensation he felt, which was strong from before. "Damn you, what the hell did you do to me?" There was something wrong with him and he could feel it. [break][break] Argenti sensed through her connection with Charles that something was wrong with him, she could sense the daemonic mana surging through his body. It wasn't normal and the cut on his wrist was surely the source of it, this wasn't good news for her partner. "Charles... Your body is being filled with daemonic mana." The silver spirit floated next to him, clearly concerned about his well-being. There was no time to fight as it seems somebody decided to make a move while the chaos ensued. [break][break] "Give me a reason... Give me a reason why I should trust you, Alpha... What do you expect to get from this? I know daemons look for hosts and corrupt them." He said on his mind this time, there was no proper reason for him to trust him, was this his plan all along? Take his body? Was that the reason why he said they were cut with the same cloth? He had no clue about his intentions, but that was the only thing he could think. Charles stood up once again and regained his composture ready for anything that might be thrown by this way. "This a pain in the ass... It's clear they're just playing with us... I don't want to fight, I hate the idea of these guys gaining the upper hand over something as idiotic as this, it will just make it easier for them if we destroy ourselves." The silver mage felt extremely annoyed but decided to sigh and focus on what was ahead of him. It was clear that they had to wait for Cyrus's trial to end unless Alpha could do something and interfere, but maybe he wouldn't because his boss was present. [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
220/220
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Combat Summary
[break]TL;DR Magic Knight Mantle, Seer's Fate, Forgotten Heirloom [break][break] 35 m/s speed. Charles gets on the defensive.
Name of Spell: Silver Armor: Incursio [break] Elemental Type: Silver (Lightning Oddity) [break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Defense Creation & Physical Reinforcement [break] Range & Speed: 150 meters | 85 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 50 | 25 [break] Stats Effected: +30 m/s [break] Applicable Perks: Aegis, Quick Shot, Full Blitz, Elemental Oddity, [break] Description: In order to activate the spell Charles places his hand on the ground and mana begins to surround his entire body. Charles coats his entire body with magical energy, creating an armor made out of silver that defends him from enemy attacks that have Archmage Health (2x Grand) and also give him a +30 m/s speed buff. The armor covers his entire body from top to bottom, it's accompanied by a silver-colored cloak that covers the armor from behind. Upon the creation of the armor, several sparks of lightning will surround the user until its completion.
Due to rather obvious reasons, the things the woman was saying in response to his rather unrelenting questioning did not really resonate with him, at least not until she reached a certain point in her response. Claiming he had supposedly seen how someone important to her had died, his mind went back to that strange dream sequence he had been in which felt more like some kind of out of body experience than anything else. He remembered the name he had at that time, and he had remembered dying before his mind switched to another body, another purpose and an entirely different and much more voracious and vengeful mindset. In that sense, he could more or less relate to something else she said about how people had been “turned” into something else by that man, which seemed to be in direct regards to Aamon himself. Which made him wonder about these individuals they were fighting and whether or not they were humans or elves once.
It also made him wonder that if Aamon had the power to change people into demons, had done so on most of the individuals they now fought and would be able to do onto others if they were to end up losing here today, why this same fate had avoided her. Given her earlier behavior at the base of the tower, she had seemed rather different from the person he was speaking to now, which might explain something else entirely. With how he had been feeling before the strange dream which was being referred to as a trial by the woman, and how he felt now, even with what he could sense coming from Charles and in part from himself, could it be possible that some of them were directly being influenced by the same demonic influence responsible for turning other mortals into demons?
Whatever the case was, it meant that he would need to work even harder at containing himself, especially since the answer Charles gave him was not entirely something he could work with. At this point, her having the answers they needed no longer mattered, not now that they were this far in, not now that Ardere was fighting the Avatar of Aamon while Cyrus was fighting yet another threat. It no longer mattered what size clothing Aamon wore, it did not matter what his diet was, nor did it matter what his plan was for after all of this was over in case he managed to win. If they managed to find out, it wouldn’t matter if they ended up dying, nor did his plans matter once they defeated Aamon, making it all into a moot point as far as Griswold himself was concerned. All in all, it bothered him how much he had to use his brain today instead of getting to actually fight any enemies against which he stood a decent chance.
So just as he was about to give his answer, which may or may not have been to their liking, the Avatar started twisting and warping until it had taken the shape of what to Griswold’s understanding was exactly what dragons were supposed to look like. A massive lizard complete with thick scales, wings and the ability to breathe fire, though the latter was not entirely certain yet. Grabbing the woman before either he or Charles could actually react to it, it was not long after that a second dragon entered the fray, the one he knew to be Salamander. Had it not been for the fact that they had seen it and actually rode on top of it a while ago, Griswold would have actually been bothered by the fact that there were two of these massive lizards now. But the knowledge of at least one of them being on their side as they broke through and crashed into the arena gave him the idea that they might actually win. Turning to Charles for a moment, he turned his attention back to the gap.
“Goddamnit. This discussion isn’t over yet, let’s go.”
Using his spell to quite literally sprint on thin air, he made his way through the opening they had created and entered into the area as well. While there was currently no real way yet for him to make himself useful, he had his sword at the ready and plenty of mana left to spend. As soon as he figured out a way in which he might make his presence here worth something, that was when he would strike. For now however, as the two behemoths did battle with one another, anything he did would just serve as a distraction as he remained in his place, standing on air and looking down on the fight. Not sure whether Charles had any moves similar to his that would allow him to fly, it was likely safest for him not to actually enter the arena itself, lest he wanted to risk getting tramped by the raging beasts.
Salamander erupted from the chest of the Crimson King, the Avatar of Aamon held Varisse and squeezed as roared as the great fire spirit lunged and clashed against the Avatar. The roof began to shake and the walls began to crack as the power was too much, it even caught the attention of Aamon and he watched, finally looking away from the gladiatorial fight, the crowd even was disturbed now as they saw the commotion.
“I see you, and the gifts I prepared for you all seem to have been wasted. Go on then Crimson King, slay the mighty dragon and prepare yourself for a fight.” Aamon called out before watching as a spell was cast and the dragos destroyed the spectators box and rolled down onto the stands and then dropped into the arena itself. Chaos ensued as the screams mingled with the laughs and clapping as the crowd ate this up.
The Avatar scratched at the spirit, the attacks were causing a great upheaval and Ardere was now able to see that Varisse was in danger and his heart would ache as she was caught in the middle of the fight, even Cyrus and his opponent would be dodging the attacks as they came with great difficulty. “The great Crimson Lion had to send a newt to fight my true form, HA!”The Avatar mocked as it bit down on the red neck of Salamander.
Charles & Griswold:
The tensions between the two Black Bulls rose, though it was meerely one sided from the tone of voice of the younger knight in view of the older. Explanations were in order but getting a word in edge wise was like trying to catch a fish with a broken net or cutting a log with a dull butter knife. Argenti warned Charles of the daemonic mana and as Griswold turned towards the gap and told Charles that the conversation was not over and that they needed to go…Charles was dealing with his own inner turmoil but stated that it was all a pain in his ass since the games the daemons played seem to always include the lives of mortals but the voice of Alpha finally decided to chime in. ”You wish to know my intentions…make the deal…I promise you that I am not trying to fight four knights, and think of it as a delayed payback to Aamon.” The daemonic energy would once again pulse in Charles wrist as Charles, Griswold, and Argenti are able to see the chaos unfolding just below them, the same scene Ardere could see, including Varisse.
Cyrus:
The crowd was going insane as the commotion mentioned became a full on clash as the Avatar, and great spirit of fire in draconic forms clashed and landed upon the arena. It was madness indeed as the once charging Gladiator rolled away from the tail swipe of the Avatar, but the Odur golem was less fortunate as the tail slammed the sap golem into the wall and the golem would crack and break. The gladiator was not much better as now sections of its body was beginning to fall off, as if there was backlash from the possession. “DAMMIT! NOT YET! I AM NOT DONE YET!” The gladiator roared out loudly as the nearest spectator threw a [grand] Rank fireball at Cyrus’s location, but it was slower than normal and the gladiator was not happy to see this as it reached out with its twisted mana, destroying the fireball and impaling the spectator, who was revealed to be the spirit of another twisted elf as the body fell beside Cyrus…before it decayed before him. The chaos around him now was akin to the noise of a million voices all yelling at the sap mage at once.
Hama would feel uneasy as well, but she would change for a moment, into the visage of a beautiful woman, no longer the miniscule sprite like spirit she was before. MAna was running wild as she would embrace her partner, such a thing thought impossible, but it was like being held by the soothing arms of a loved one. This would allow Cyrus to come back to point if he were to overcome it. Renewed if able, and feeling the ambient mana running wild. MEanwhile the gladiator would see this and begin to make his way towards Cyrus again, in full view of the others above. ”MAXIMUM POSSESSION, TRUE FORM” THe gladiator would say as it began to change as it marched on, becoming larger than a troll, and with power like the Avatar that was now fighting Salamander.
GM Notes: Sorry about the wait you all. I hope this post makes up for it. I want to applaud you all for your work. However, with the way this has progressed…I am taking the kid gloves off. I love the story, but the very real threat of death now looms over you all and your decisions.
[attr=class,cyrustext]Only now, when his golem was obliterated by the swinging tail of the twisted dragon, did Cyrus realize that the clash between Ardere and Aamon's avatar had made its way into his own battlefield. He cursed under his breath, eyes still focusing mainly on his designated opponent but now making an effort to keep track of the Crimson Lion's Captain and his enemy.
Something seemed off about his doppelganger, however. Which was impressive, considering how unnatural and strange the beast was already. But right before Cyrus' eyes, he could see its body starting to fall apart as its mood quickly turned from haughty mocking to insane outrage. Still more power seemed to course through the monstrous mirror, when a fireball suddenly was launched from the stands watching their fight straight at Cyrus. But before it could get close, his foe intercepting it with a wicked spell and skewering the fool who had attempted to interrupt their match.
Cyrus looked at the person as his double tossed them onto the ground like an unwanted piece of trash, seeing the person seemingly wither away into nothing as the din of voices in the audience grew louder and louder every second. It was insane. Chaotic. Almost too much to bear!
... but then, he felt something.
It was Hama; even despite his rampaging state of mind, Cyrus could feel the familiar aura of his best friend and companion. But she was different; rather than the tiny pixie or sprite he had long known her as, she appeared instead as a normal-sized woman. "Cyrus..." She said, and he could hear her clearly over the roar of the crowd. "Listen to me. Focus on my voice. You're better than this; you're not some brute lashing out at every little thing, or using hate to drive you forward! Aren't you the one who's always telling me to stay calm and think clearly?"
As Hama spoke, it seemed as if the countless voices of the spectators began to fade away one by one. What was once a sea of wails and screams calmed to a distant hum as he, for what seemed like the first time since he arrived at the tower, began to relax. He could feel his partner's concern, and the warmth of her support. She was right; he was always the sensible one of the pair. And the entire reason he was here was to help protect the others, not lose himself to rage and become just another animal for this twisted coliseum.
As Cyrus' temper eased down to his more typical calm and resolve, he could feel Hama rejoining with him. He breathed slowly as his eyes opened, staring at the approaching doppelganger as it assumed an even more twisted form. But Cyrus did not retreat, nor did he seethe with fury. He could feel his heart beating at a more regular pace, and the sounds of his breathing and heart felt as though they were echoed in a way most familiar. Cyrus took one last breath to focus, and he gave the faintest of smiles. "Thank you, Hama." He told the spirit through their mental connection, receiving her familiar snicker in response. "You're welcome. Now what do you say we give this bastard another shot, huh?!"
Cyrus nodded, and those in the stadium with the capacity would be able to feel as his mana surged to life, more intensely than any of his allies or enemies would have ever from the normally docile young man, his entire body glowing with an amber light that engulfed his form. "Partial Spirit Dive..." He said, just a moment before the shining light faded to reveal the form. His hair now glowed with an ethereal amber aura seeming to drip off of it, while dark markings appeared on his face.
"Phaethon Drive!"
At this final utterance, a pair of spells was immediately cast. First came a single golem, his Heliades, summoned on its own to amplify its strength beyond what he could manage when summoning two. And the second was his Fossil Facade spell that had previously failed to protect his creations. But the aura of the spell seemed to radiate more power than before as it cloaked he and his golem, thanks to his calming down and the increase in strength from his Partial Spirit Dive.
At once the golden angelic warrior rushed towards the growing mockery of its master, shield raised as it flew at a speed of 36 meters per second, hammer drawn back ready to strike and its layered wings splitting to be as blades when in rushed at its target. Cyrus held his grimoire at the ready, prepared to respond however he needed to.
It was time to make up for his lacking performance thus far.
[attr="class,cyrusstats]Stats & Information
WC: 0794 | TWC: 12478
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Mana Skin
24/24
Health
18/18
Mana
425/455
Movement Speed
05
Damage Taken
00
Healing Recieved
00
Mana Used
110
Mana Regen
80
[attr="class,cyrusstats] Combat Notes Used Partial Spirit Dive Summoned one Heliades golem Cast Fossil Facade on self and golem Ordered golem to attack the doppelganger
Items On Hand Magic Knight's Mantle Scorpion's Eclipse Strength of a Nation Puppeteer of the Current
Spells Used PSD: Phaethon Drive: +10 Durability, -10 mana cost for spells, damaging spells deal x1.5 damage to mana skin
Description: A powerful defensive maneuver developed primarily with the intention of protecting Cyrus' golems, though it can also be applied to people as well. When cast, this spell produces an orb of amber roughly a foot in diameter that rushes towards the intended target(s). Once it reaches an applicable figure, the sphere shapes itself around the target, encasing them in a durable armor shell that can withstand attacks as powerful as an Archmage spell. Those protected receive a +12 buff to their Durability stat, or +10 if it is cast on multiple targets.
Thanks to Self-repairing, the Fossil Facade can repair itself to full strength a maximum of three separate times so long as it is not entirely destroyed. Cyrus is also capable of reinforcing its Durability by +20 twice per thread for a single post with Final Stand. Multiple sets of armor can be produced so long as Cyrus meets the Control requirements as per the ammo rules.
Name of Spell: Heliades Spell Element: Sap Spell Rank: Grand Mana Cost: 50 | 25 Type of Golem: Predator Applicable Perks: Puppet Master, Armament, Reinforced Golems Description: Bearing the likeness of winged, armored warriors, the Heliades golem can reach heights of up to 8 meters and carry as many as 5 passengers at their base speed of 36m/s, with a maximum speed of 40 m/s. With their ornate, noble appearance they bring to mind the image of warrior angels or valkyries, flying at high speeds to attack and evade their opponents with the use of their hammer-like weapons and bladed wings. With their creation, Cyrus wanted to create warriors that would give civilians and allies something to look upon with hope, while still imposing to any enemies he may face. Only two may be summoned at once.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Varisse... Ardere found himself consumed by memories and anger from another life, clashing with his convictions from this life. His mind was chaos as the flames engulfed him and his enemy. In this chaos which seemed inescapable--he found a clarity. Salamander screeched in pain as its neck was bitten and dished out a flurry of claw attacks into the other dragon's side. Meanwhile the Crimson King himself noticed the death grip Varisse was in. Admittedly he was compelled to act and act he would--through flames and anger. Hinokami's Sword Dance! Summoning forth a sphere of flame from the depths of his grimoire, the elf woman was engulfed in this flame. But she would not be harmed, in fact it would heal her. Hinokami's Sword Dance heals those within its confines and destroys all outside of it. As such, these blazing swords that formed the dome around her would sever the Avatar Dragon's grip on her. [break][break] As the Crimson Lion flew over to catch the she-elf, he and Salamander commanded their array of swords to slice the Avatar to pieces. Eight flaming blades would slice him all over, searing and melting flesh as they carried out their onslaught. Salamander himself was imbued with glorious strength borrowed from his partner, closing his dragon claws and punching the Avatar in the gut. Ardere aimed to catch Varisse as well beyond Archmage damage was being unleashed upon their enemy. He was soon to be gone, but he was not their concern--Aamon was. The Champion of Daemon's reign had gone on long enough. Just hold on for one more minute Cyrus. He muttered to himself as he felt the power of a Spirit's Dive come alive. Good. He had faith in and hope for the sap mage, he had to. The situation had grown dire yet nothing had changed. Aamon was their target and he was sure to have an array of tricks up his sleeve. They needed to be wary but bold here. The tower itself had come alive with power in their battle, but this was just the beginning of the real battle. [break][break] Don't worry. I've got you. If he managed to catch Varisse, his eyes were glowing bright with flames as crimson flares burst around him. His Fylja's Prowess had been deactivated in an effort to save her. In this moment the look in his eyes was remise of Ashford's, or perhaps his look as Ashford in that final battle. There was a strength and a sadness in them. What they had been through in those dreams now affected their souls, but Ardere did not fear it--no he sought strength in the pain as he had once before. There was nothing to be afraid of any longer. The Royal Knights were strong together and their Captain had not lost sight of that. And now an enemy large as troll had appeared. It was only getting more crowded in this Arena by the minute. Charles. Gris. Help Cyrus while I finish this guy off. Power surged around him as he held Varisse in his arms. For the first time in a long time he could see clearly through the fire, through the anger and revenge. There was only a resounding calm flame in his heart now.
Speed: 90 m/s[break] Strength: Grand[break] Perks: Apex Predator, Close Combat Expert, Berserker's Rage, Second Ace.[break] -Arsenal and Ryujin sustained. Fylja Deactivated.[break] Name of Spell: Hinokami's Sword Dance[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Healing/Attack Creation[break] Range & Speed: 150 m initial - 80 m area | 75 m/s[break] Mana Cost: 40 (20)[break] Stats Effected: +12 power[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Battle Knight, Master Healer.[break] Description: Ardere summons a sword that is 4 meters tall and summons it anywhere within 150 m of himself, but when the sword is summoned, it's powers can take up to an 80 m area maximum. This blade forms a dome made of connected swords around his intended allies, and begins to heal them. The more allies, the less potent the healing will be. But the dome itself provides protection, as anyone who touches it will instantly receive 3rd or 4th degree burns.[break] -------------------------------------------------------[break] Salamander functions as an Elemental Incarnate Golem (Predator) for the duration of this ability. [break][break] Mana: 140/270[break] Power: 200[break] Speed: 75 m/s[break] Arsenal and Tyr sustained.
Last Edit: Dec 10, 2021 18:41:50 GMT -5 by Ardere✧
Watching the fight unfold from his elevated position, or rather, watching both of the fights by splitting his attention between the two, there was really no way of knowing which of the two would actually need his help right now. That said, one thing was for sure, and that was that all of these combatants were focused on one another, meaning they might not even register it if someone where to come up with a surprise attack. That said, he was wondering just how many of these demons there were that possessed a similar level of strength to the ones he was looking at right now. With the one that had transformed into a dragon and got slammed from the stage and into the arena appearing to be the most dangerous of the two, it stood to reason that his magic and his blades would do little more than just chip away at what natural defenses this beast had in place.
Sensing a tangible anger from the enemy Cyrus had been battling, especially after the dragon’s tail had crushed the sap golem and forced him to dash aside, it was as if portions of him were gradually coming undone. Not quite sure what was causing this, he looked on to see how the combatant killed one of the spectators that had decided to take matters into their own hands. When he noticed that this same spectator had in fact been an elf, it only caused him to ponder that much more on what kind of place this was or had become since Aamon had taken up residence. Or perhaps there was more to it than that, more to the words Varisse had spoken to him before about her being the only one “he” had not turned or changed yet. Flashing back to the trial he had been in and all of the elves he had seen that were part of that army, with Varisse having been present there that day, it made him wonder whether or not all of these spectators were part of that very same army.
If that were the case, that meant that one of the enemies they were fighting simply had to be the very same guy his mind had inhabited by the time the demons came in like a tide of destruction. When he had died, he could only imagine what had happened to the elves still occupying the fortress. Though looking around, he felt like he was well and truly on to something here. Unfortunately, that was where that train of thought would end, as there was no time to keep pondering on such things when they were all still in so much danger. Accepting the fact that he was weak, or at least weaker than all those involved in these battles, there was still one thing he was good for, which was to use his own body as both a weapon and a shield as not even the erupting magic caused by the oni had really been able to hurt him. While that was no proof as to whether or not these two would be able to hurt him, as they could clearly snuff him out like a dimly lit candle, there was only so much he could do to be of use.
As the fight progressed, it seemed there were still a few changes to be made as Cyrus entered into a form that had him utilizing the power of his spirit, just like the gladiatorial demon he had been fighting was ranting about releasing the full brunt of his powers. Not sure what he meant with full possession, if there was a chance that this thing had been human or an elf once, it seemed like a good incentive towards not getting lost in the demonic power that seemed to already be affecting him to some degree ever since he ventured into the tower with his three colleagues. If his earlier pondering and musing had been at all on point, there was a very real chance that even if this gladiator died fighting, that any of these other spectators which he assumed would be elves could just take that spot by tapping into a wellspring of demonic power. When Ardere called out to both him and Charles, who was still located in the stands, that they should go help Cyrus, his mind had been made up as to what he needed to do.
From his elevated position, there was no time to worry about Charles and whatever he would come up with, seeing as he would likely go in to try and help Varisse from the clutches of the dragon demon. And that was just fine, for it meant it would in both cases become a case of two on two. Dashing forward and extending a finger above him, a small orb was formed as he pushed it towards the growing threat in front of Cyrus. Making sure that his spell would not actually harm either him or his golem, the goal was to either do a good deal of damage to it, as well as distracting the combatant from either Cyrus, the golem or himself. With the sheer amount of speed the sphere of solar mana held and the massive size it would grow to mere seconds after being launched, Griswold himself would not be able to keep up with it as it would crash into the demonic gladiator or whatever defenses it would conjure up to hold it. But that was perfectly fine, as it would likely create an opening for any of the three involved fighters to use against it.
With his wind walking and speed increasing physical reinforcement spell still up and his sword in hand, Griswold would make it to ground level mere fractions of a moment after the sun-shaped spell had erupted, but would keep moving along by walking on air to keep himself from making any noise by leaving footsteps. Hoping Cyrus would understand what was going on as he had decided to engage without prior warning, Griswold would attempt to use his speed and the cutting edge of his blade to dash right past the demon’s back and leave as deep a gash in it as he probably could. Hoping either his spell or blade might be able to make whatever kind of difference in all of this, the real threat was going to have to come from Cyrus. Which meant that if he ended up not using this distraction and acting on it straight away, that Griswold would likely be in for quite a pummeling.
TLDR: Used a Grand spell to hopefully hurt or distract the Gladiator Cyrus is fighting with the blast while using the confusion/distraction to hopefully slice open the creature’s back. Setting up the stage for Cyrus to show off some cool shit.
Speed cranked up from 20 to 50 m/s Still wielding Feardèanamh
POWER 175 DURABILITY 3 SENSORY 80 STAMINA 50 CONTROL 150 MANA 220 (-75 +35 = 180)
Maintaining Spell: Name of Spell: Celestial Body: Beta Cephei Elemental Type: Solar Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Physical Reinforcement & Healing Range & Speed: Self | 85 m/s Mana Cost: 50 mp | 25 mp sustain Stats Effected: +30 m/s Applicable Perks: Full Blitz & Quick Shot Description: By making himself glow and focusing his solar mana tightly around and inside himself and keeping it there, rather than allowing it to be released in an explosive manner, the caster can push off of air and water molecules, thus allowing them to essentially run through the air and on water for the duration of the spell. More than that, by channeling their mana in this manner, they also increase the speed at which they move by +20 m/s and enable themselves to use fractions of it to restore their own body or restore their mana skin. Can heal Grand damage, regrow digits in one post, can regrow minor/smaller non-vital organs in two posts, and regrow entire limbs and organs in three posts. every turn that it is active, it will also aim to remove any debuffs if present following the "cleaning" rules. During the day, the aura around the caster takes on an orange hue, taking on a silver blue hue after dark.
Using Spell: Name of Spell: Galactic Nucleus: Supergiant Elemental Type: Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation Range & Speed: 170 meters (80 m AoE) | 85 m/s Mana Cost: 50 mp | 25 mp sustain Stats Effected: +12 Power, Blind Applicable Perks: Overpowered, Quick Shot, Skilled Sniper & Battle Knight (& Area of Triumph) Description: Initialized by either holding up a finger in the air or pointing a weapon straight up into the air to use the tip as a vocal point, this spell forms a small orb of heavily compressed solar mana, which expands into a massive sphere of roughly 75 cubic meters. Moving quickly, the sheer size of this spell make the "single target" aspect rather pointless as it will incinerate the target and anything standing next to it on impact. Either when hitting a solid object, an equally powerful spell or the designated target, it will violently erupt (explosion AoE range can not venture outside the maximum range of 150 meters). The sheer luminosity of this spell is enough to make any who look at it blind for one whole post, as the impact of the spell warps the area beyond repair, destoying the vast majority of buildings hit and causes all those hit by it to be knocked back for 16 meters + 5 meters for every 10 power the user has. By using the "Ammo" rules, Griswold can determine who will and who will not be harmed by the spell.
Feardèanamh
Rank & Element: Grand | Dark Class & Type: Imbued Magic | Weapon Magic Specializations: Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Appearance & Lore: Feardèanamh was originally found by Griswold when delving through the ancient elven ruins in the foothills near Kiten, looking like a mostly rusted slab of metal with a hilt. When he first picked it up, he could feel a pinch and noticed a faint glow for a split second before it disappeared. Doing his best to have the blade cleaned and restored to its former glory, upon returning, he came to learn that the name Feardèanamh translates roughly to "Ruinmaker". Wielded by a dark elven king who waged war on human and elf alike hundreds of years ago, its exact origins are unknown, as no records have been kept in regards to who forged it. It's exact measurements are 120 centimeters total, the blade being 89 centimeters long and and 5.2 centimeters wide with a guard width of 24 centimeters, making it a "hand and a half" sword. Abilities:
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Ymyl Tywyll Type & Uses: Flow | 5 post max use | 4 post overheat Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 23 mp | 12 mp upkeep Range & Speed: 40 m/s Stats Affected: -25% endurance Description: Translating roughly to "Black Blade", when Ymyl Tywyll is activated, dark purple veins will form from the handle, spreading from there across the length of the blade and releasing a dark aura. Enhancing the offensive properties of the weapon, its sole function is releasing a crescent of dark mana each time the blade hits a solid surface. Upon hitting a target, the black magic along the sword will erupt outward, dealing senior damage and debuffing their endurance, causing them to take 25% of the curse’s rank (Senior) in damage in addition to other damage taken, and will continue taking additional damage for as long as the debuff is present. Endurance debuffs of this kind can be stacked twice, for which it will need to strike the target twice. This ability cannot be used for more than five posts, as once the fifth post is reached, the ability will require a period of four posts to be ready again.
(The sword in its activated form, showing mana running throughout the runes carved into the blade.)
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Ceangal Dorcha Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 80m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: -10 m/s Description: Translating roughly to "Dark Binding", following what seems like a crackling of black energy, this releases a burst of Dark magic from the blade, the pitch-black mana moving outward and striking against the enemy for Senior damage. Should the attack hit, dark bindings will form around the feet of the one hit by it, reducing their total movement speed by -10 m/s. If multiple people or targets are hit by this ability, the total amount by which they are slowed is reduced by 1 m/s per afflicted individual. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Hymagor Isfyd Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 80m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: Debuff to healing/buffing Description: Translating roughly “Yawn of the Underworld”, following up on a sound that is reminiscent to the sound of someone inhaling, a black smoke-like substance is released from the blade that will attempt to dowse a target, causing them to take a senior amount of damage and impairing their own personal buffs and healing. When hit, the targets healing potency is dropped by a single rank if Power is +5 higher than the targets Control, with Junior buff amounts being halved. If the difference is +10, the buff and healing received would be erased completely. Finally, at a difference of +15 or more, the attempted buff or healing will instead turn into a debuff or cause them to take damage equal to one rank below what the healing spell would have healed. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Hymyl y Nos Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 40m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: -25% endurance Description: Translating roughly to “Verge of Night”, following up on the purple veins along the blade either showing up or lighting up more brightly if already present, this releases a burst of Dark magic from the black that looks similar to most other Feardèanamh, dealing Senior damage to those it hits. Upon hitting a target, the black magic along the sword will erupt outward, debuffing their endurance, causing them to take 25% of the curse’s rank (Senior) in damage in addition to other damage taken, and will continue taking additional damage for as long as the debuff is present. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Dec 10, 2021 22:38:06 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"] The entire situation had changed drastically, the entire place had turned into a warzone the moment Ardere decided to fight Aamon's Avatar. It seemed like even the Captain had no plans on holding back, although he still was not going all out. A part of him believed he was saving all of his power when he fights Aamon. From what he could see the battle between the two was quite intense. Even Varisse got herself involved and was taken by the Avatar, he didn't like it. There was probably a reason as to why the Avatar had decided to take her. [break][break] Charles nodded in response to Griswold's comment, things were getting quite complicated and the two reached at least some common ground upon the realization that things were getting chaotic. Too chaotic for them to be hostile towards each other over potentially trivial matters. He remained with his armor on and his grimoire continue to float next to him. The silver mage raised his hand as a pair of wings made out of silver formed behind his armor, they appeared to be directly attached to it. Charles flew towards the opening in the dome and entered the arena where the entire chaos was unfolding, he even heard Aamon's words. If he was correct, then it meant that they would be the ones fighting the Archdaemon next. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing given the circumstances. They were bound to fight him at some point. [break][break] Once again, he heard Alpha's voice on his head in reply to his previous comment. Nothing seemed good for them, and he had his doubts that he counted with enough strength to mark the difference. Much to his surprise, Alpha seemed oddly genuine with his choice of words and a lot more serious than before. The cut on his wrist continued to pulse daemonic energy. Charles briefly turned to look at Argenti, only to be met back with a worried look from the silver spirit. "Don't tell me you're thinking what I think you're thinking..." Argenti didn't like the look the silver mage was giving her, there was no way of knowing how the daemonic mana could potentially affect his body, affect both of them. "I'm sorry, but it's the only option..." There was no way he could fully trust Alpha on this, but it was the only option, and if he could think of it as a delayed payback to Aamon, then it managed to convince him. [break][break] "Alright Alpha... Lend me your power, let's see if it's true we're cut from the same cloth as you claim we are." Charles agreed to the daemon's terms. If he somehow manages to make it out alive, then he would probably get the biggest scold of his life by his spirit after this. After all, this was quite risky and if he wasn't careful it there could very well be no turning back. He needed the power if he wanted to do something and ensure nobody dies, to make sure the same events that took place in Kikka wouldn't happen ever again. Instead of opposing and holding back the daemonic magical energy in his body, he allowed flowing into him. Similar to the way when he first performed a Spirit Dive with Argenti, although this time it wasn't a spirit, but a daemon. [break][break] His entire body was surrounded by magical energy that was different from his own. The silver mage tried his best to remain sane, calm, and collected. Charles heard out Ardere as he fought the Avatar and attempted to rescue Varisse. He knew for a fact that Griswold had already gone to support Cyrus and had requested him to do so as well. However, was it really the best? It's not that he didn't believe Ardere was incapable of defeating the Avatar but thought that the Captain was better off getting some help to consume less magical energy and save up the rest to fight Aamon. On top of that, he had a feeling that after everything that had transpired Alpha had a bone to pick with the Avatar. "Normally, I would listen... However, I feel like there's someone that wants to even the score with the dragon after everything that has transpired." He said, referring to Alpha, after all, it was likely what he was more inclined to do. [break][break] Charles used his wings to fly right behind the Avatar at a high speed, the fact that he was a dragon made him a target. He snapped his fingers once as a sword that had a length of 10 meters appeared right behind him. Sparks of electricity came off from the sword itself and the crackling could be heard in the distance. "Sword of Fulmination!" The silver mage declared, as the large silver sword was shot towards the back of the Avatar at a high speed leaving a path of lightning behind it. If it landed it would directly stab the dragon on the back and it would release a powerful electrical discharge on his body and deal Grand damage. He expected the damage to be enough to potentially relieve Salamandar and a good way to put his power to test at last.
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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
205/220
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Combat Summary
[break]TL;DR Magic Knight Mantle, Seer's Fate, Forgotten Heirloom [break][break] 35 m/s speed, 60 m/s (fly speed), Ki Tier 2 active, Daemon Dive? Used Grand Spell to attack the Avatar from behind his back.
Name of Spell: Silver Armor: Incursio [break] Elemental Type: Silver (Lightning Oddity) [break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Defense Creation & Physical Reinforcement [break] Range & Speed: 150 meters | 85 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 50 | 25 [break] Stats Effected: +30 m/s [break] Applicable Perks: Aegis, Quick Shot, Full Blitz, Elemental Oddity, [break] Description: In order to activate the spell Charles places his hand on the ground and mana begins to surround his entire body. Charles coats his entire body with magical energy, creating an armor made out of silver that defends him from enemy attacks that have Archmage Health (2x Grand) and also give him a +30 m/s speed buff. The armor covers his entire body from top to bottom, it's accompanied by a silver-colored cloak that covers the armor from behind. Upon the creation of the armor, several sparks of lightning will surround the user until its completion.
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Name of Spell: Sword of Fulmination [break] Elemental Type: Silver (Lightning Oddity) [break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation [break] Range & Speed: 150 meters | 85 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 50 | 25 [break] Stats Effected: +9 Power [break] Applicable Perks: Apex Predator, Wounding Attack, Elemental Oddity, Quick Shot [break] Description: In order to activate the spell Charles snaps the fingers from either of his hands. Charles creates a large silver sword above him that stands at 10 meters in length and 10 meters in width. Large sparks of electricity coming off of it that can be heard before even being shot. Once shot, a large lightning path comes off from behind the sword, moving at 85 m/s towards the target and striking it. If the sword successfully lands on the target or manages to at least get touched the sword the person would feel a powerful electrical discharge on their body. Charles is capable of creating additional Swords of Fulmination per 50 control he has, following the ammo rules.
Salamander fought with the pure power of the spirit of fire, but also with the voracity of the dragon. As the Avatar was thrown off and into the crowd there were various reactions of cheers and jeers. They loved it, but the one person that everyone had their sights on…Aamon was no longer amused by this spectacle. When Varisse was separated from the Avatar the slithering, snake like dragon roared with frustration before opening its mouth, but was too late even as Ardere secured the damsel in distress, Salamander was pummeling into its enemy as it functioned like a separate entity to kill this truly vicious and worthy adversary. It still survived even while bleeding from its numerous wounds.
Varisse opened her eyes, healed by the spell of the Royal Knight captain, she saw Ashford in that moment and blinked twice before kissing Ardere in that moment, but soon when that small moment of confusion wore off and she saw the Crimson King, she pulled away and looked away with red cheeks. ”T-thanks…now please put me away from here. Once we beat that Avatar I am sure Aamon will come down here.” She said as if she had a plan and waited. There was something in her hand though…a sliver of the claw of a dragon. Was it from Salamander? Was it from the Avatar?
The Avatar roared again as it pushed Salamander back and prepared for something that would decimate the battlefield. A dragon’s breath, and the only one that would know…was Ardere.
Cyrus, Charles, and Griswold:
With Cyrus finally coming to his senses, the gladiator, now in line to strike him down…Everything was just moving too fast. However, as luck would have it, Griswold arrived, striking the back of the possessed gladiator. It was a deep cut that sprayed black blood across the sandy, dirty arena floor. Cyrus changed into his partial dive and summoned another golem while creating a shield all in the same motion. It was like poetry in motion and the gladiator now had to pause and receive the attack of the golem before it hooked an arm around it and drove its blade through the sap golem. The golem itself began to darken, almost as if it were beginning to mould, then it fell and the possessed gladiator seemed to absorb it as if it were some sort of symbiotic virus made real…or like the tar monster from outside the tower. The second golem hit true before it was pushed back, an evil looking eye glared at the two Royal Knights now on the arena and facing it.
”YOU! NO INTERFERE!” It was directed at Griswold, but little did it know that there was another about to join the party.
Cyrus would feel the energy drain from the golem spell, but yet there was still one golem remaining. Griswold would finally get the vision he needed. The gladiator looked exactly like the daemon that it fought against before dying in that dream world.
Charles would feel the energy, the confirmation of allowance for Alpha to link his power right as he would land on the arena floor. It was excruciating at first, to the point Argenti would also share in that pain. ”Endure it young mage. This will anger Aamon, and put you on a power level that will rival even my own when I was alive.” It was not until the pain finally became like electricity coursing through his veins did he finally feel his body transforming with it, Argenti would naturally be pulled as well towards the polarizing figure that was now the demon dive of Charles. Charles now experienced EVERYTHING the others did on the floor below. He saw Ashfords memories, and knew now that Alpha was at one time…Aamon’s son.
GM Notes:
So this week, I turn 30 on the sixteenth…which will also be the deadline for the post of this round. This is a truly momentous moment for you all because of character growth and answers that you have come to know… it is time to finally take the steps to confront Aamon.
[attr=class,cyrustext]Cyrus watched as his golem managed to land a couple of strong hits on his gladiator enemy, just as Griswold entered the fray and landed a strike of his own. The interruption of their battle angered the daemon, glaring at the newcomer knight as chaos reigned around them.
Cyrus, in sharp contrast to the frustration he had demonstrated earlier when his golems fell, took his soldier's defeat with a firm acceptance. Even if his construct had fallen, it had done its job well enough; as powerful as their foe might be, it seemed wholly engrossed in the might of sheer power and offense. Aamon had described it as though it were Cyrus' polar opposite, and perhaps it was in some sense. As the creature grew more frantic, monstrous, and desperate, Cyrus became calmer and more focused. He held his hand aloft, allowing mana to converge and form the shape of a shining spiked bow made from his amber magic. "Fen Bringer." Cyrus said, his voice measured and soft but steady. He pulled back on the bowstring with some effort, before releasing an arrow towards his opponent. Normally he would fire multiple shots, and expand the arrows into huge puddles of sap. But with Griswold now joining and his quarry having grown so large, he was willing to risk losing out on the area of effect.
Should the arrow connect with his once-doppelganger, it would ensnare the foe in a thick layer of sap. Cyrus would also trigger the Lockdown effect, aiming to seal their target's movement in place to leave it more vulnerable in addition to the considerable damage it could inflict. While he wasn't the most powerful mage, it was still a Grand tier spell. "I think it's freaking out." Hama said to her partner through their connection, Cyrus giving her a mental nod of agreement. "Yes. The way it absorbed my golem is concerning. But let's see how much of a glutton this beast truly is."
[attr="class,cyrusstats]Stats & Information
WC: 0328 | TWC: 12806
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Mana Skin
24/24
Health
18/18
Mana
430/455
Movement Speed
05
Damage Taken
00
Healing Recieved
00
Mana Used
75
Mana Regen
80
[attr="class,cyrusstats] Combat Notes Fossil Facade sustained Heliades destroyed Fen Bringer cast and shot at doppelganger
Items On Hand Magic Knight's Mantle Scorpion's Eclipse Strength of a Nation Puppeteer of the Current
Description: Cyrus uses his magic to form a bow made of amber, along with arrows to fire. The bow stands four feet long from end to end, with a spiky shape that allows it to be used to strike people with if necessary up close. The arrows, on impact with the target, an obstacle, or simply at Cyrus' will, detonate into a heavy sap restraint over an area of varying size; the more arrows fired, the smaller their individual AoE. Someone restrained by this spell, however, will have their Control and Speed stats reduced by 9 and 10 respectively, as well as regenerate 20 less mana per turn. The restrained also have their spells cast per turn reduced by half.
Cyrus' own Power is buffed by +12 when using this spell, and for every successive hit over multiple turns with the spell he gains +3 Power thanks to Apex Predator, up to a maximum of +15 total from this effect. Cyrus can shoot multiple times, as per the ammo rules for the Control stat.
Managing to tear his blade through the back of the demon, Griswold was doing the best he could just to get a few hits in, which had thus far been surprisingly difficult. Not knowing whether or not the creature was really durable or if it was something else going on here, there was one thing he had no doubts about, and that was that this demon was a creature he knew. It was the very same one he had embodied while in the trial, the one that had also been responsible for the death of the elf. For what it was worth, there was really only so much he could feel about that whole endeavor as he knew none of the people involved, but having to live through the whole thing had made it strangely personal for him. And perhaps that was the strangest thing about all of this, how everyone involved had gotten some kind of attachment to someone else in this place.
In the case of Charles, there was clearly some kind of connection with Varisse, the same woman he himself could not seem to get along with even if he tried. With Ardere, there had been no attempts at hiding that he himself was after Aamon, though the way he was fighting the Avatar meant there was a good amount of beef there too. And as it were, Griswold remembered that when he had been looking into the disturbing fights to the death in Balgon prison, that a similar kind of threat had appeared moments before the rumble had broken out. Whether they were the same or if that was just one of Aamon’s minions was not something he could really tell, nor was it something he could bother himself with right now. For as it were, the demon took his blade across the back followed by a strike from Charles’ golem like a champ, after which he seemed to outright absorb it completely.
Growing larger and seemingly more unstable, Griswold wondered whether the being was now just on borrowed time, and that if they just kept their distance and tired it out, that it would just slowly die. Seeing as how that was not a theory they could test out with the other guys fighting nearby, there was no doubt in his mind that if he and Cyrus were to just sit back and lead the guy on, that it would eventually just grow tired of them and leap into the fray with the dragon, Ardere and Charles. Speaking of, it was clear to him the moment the guy had leaped down and entered into the fight that something was off about him, but due to the fact that they both fought different opponents, that was nothing for him to be worried about right now. As Cyrus had already gone about firing another spell of his, he could not let up himself, going in for another strike with his sword.
Closing the distance shortly after the ensnaring sap spell would hit, Griswold would utilize a secondary spell that would push his current speed of fifty meters per second up by an additional twenty. Rushing towards the back of the beast a second time, the black swordsman had no idea as to whether or not the sap spell would even be able to fully hold him, prompting him to come up with a slightly deceptive move. Pushing his speed up to seventy meters per second in the middle of his approach, just to throw the big beast off in case he wanted to lash out, he would aim another strike aimed along the lower body this time. Whether he would land his strike or not, he hoped that the damage the creature was sustaining would be enough to actually bring it down sooner rather than later. Because while he did not exactly worry about the other two, there was something about the current events that bothered him more than he was willing to admit.
TLDR: Went speedier and aimed to cut the guy again.
Speed cranked up from 50 to 70 m/s Still wielding Feardèanamh
POWER 175 DURABILITY 3 SENSORY 80 STAMINA 50 CONTROL 150 MANA 200 (-55 +35 = 180) Calling back some mana because my previous spell wasn't utilized
Maintaining Spell: Name of Spell: Celestial Body: Beta Cephei Elemental Type: Solar Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Physical Reinforcement & Healing Range & Speed: Self | 85 m/s Mana Cost: 50 mp | 25 mp sustain Stats Effected: +30 m/s Applicable Perks: Full Blitz & Quick Shot Description: By making himself glow and focusing his solar mana tightly around and inside himself and keeping it there, rather than allowing it to be released in an explosive manner, the caster can push off of air and water molecules, thus allowing them to essentially run through the air and on water for the duration of the spell. More than that, by channeling their mana in this manner, they also increase the speed at which they move by +20 m/s and enable themselves to use fractions of it to restore their own body or restore their mana skin. Can heal Grand damage, regrow digits in one post, can regrow minor/smaller non-vital organs in two posts, and regrow entire limbs and organs in three posts. every turn that it is active, it will also aim to remove any debuffs if present following the "cleaning" rules. During the day, the aura around the caster takes on an orange hue, taking on a silver blue hue after dark.
Using Spell: Name of Spell: Celestial Body: Alpha Cygni Elemental Type: Solar Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Physical Reinforcement & Healing Range & Speed: Self | 50 m/s Mana Cost: 30 mp | 15 mp sustain Stats Effected: +20 m/s Applicable Perks: Full Blitz & Quick Shot Description: By making himself glow while focusing his solar mana tightly around and inside himself and keeping it there, rather than allowing it to be released in an explosive manner, the caster can push off of air and water molecules, thus allowing them to essentially run through the air and on water for the duration of the spell. More than that, by channeling their mana in this manner, they also increase the speed at which they move by +10 m/s and enable themselves to use fractions of it to restore their own body or restore their mana skin. Can heal Senior damage, regrow digits in two posts, and regrow limbs and minor/smaller non-vital organs in four posts. For every turn that it is active, it will also aim to remove any debuffs if present following the "cleaning" rules. During the day, the aura around the caster takes on an orange hue, taking on a silver blue hue after dark.
Feardèanamh
Rank & Element: Grand | Dark Class & Type: Imbued Magic | Weapon Magic Specializations: Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Appearance & Lore: Feardèanamh was originally found by Griswold when delving through the ancient elven ruins in the foothills near Kiten, looking like a mostly rusted slab of metal with a hilt. When he first picked it up, he could feel a pinch and noticed a faint glow for a split second before it disappeared. Doing his best to have the blade cleaned and restored to its former glory, upon returning, he came to learn that the name Feardèanamh translates roughly to "Ruinmaker". Wielded by a dark elven king who waged war on human and elf alike hundreds of years ago, its exact origins are unknown, as no records have been kept in regards to who forged it. It's exact measurements are 120 centimeters total, the blade being 89 centimeters long and and 5.2 centimeters wide with a guard width of 24 centimeters, making it a "hand and a half" sword. Abilities:
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Ymyl Tywyll Type & Uses: Flow | 5 post max use | 4 post overheat Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 23 mp | 12 mp upkeep Range & Speed: 40 m/s Stats Affected: -25% endurance Description: Translating roughly to "Black Blade", when Ymyl Tywyll is activated, dark purple veins will form from the handle, spreading from there across the length of the blade and releasing a dark aura. Enhancing the offensive properties of the weapon, its sole function is releasing a crescent of dark mana each time the blade hits a solid surface. Upon hitting a target, the black magic along the sword will erupt outward, dealing senior damage and debuffing their endurance, causing them to take 25% of the curse’s rank (Senior) in damage in addition to other damage taken, and will continue taking additional damage for as long as the debuff is present. Endurance debuffs of this kind can be stacked twice, for which it will need to strike the target twice. This ability cannot be used for more than five posts, as once the fifth post is reached, the ability will require a period of four posts to be ready again.
(The sword in its activated form, showing mana running throughout the runes carved into the blade.)
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Ceangal Dorcha Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 80m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: -10 m/s Description: Translating roughly to "Dark Binding", following what seems like a crackling of black energy, this releases a burst of Dark magic from the blade, the pitch-black mana moving outward and striking against the enemy for Senior damage. Should the attack hit, dark bindings will form around the feet of the one hit by it, reducing their total movement speed by -10 m/s. If multiple people or targets are hit by this ability, the total amount by which they are slowed is reduced by 1 m/s per afflicted individual. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Hymagor Isfyd Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 80m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: Debuff to healing/buffing Description: Translating roughly “Yawn of the Underworld”, following up on a sound that is reminiscent to the sound of someone inhaling, a black smoke-like substance is released from the blade that will attempt to dowse a target, causing them to take a senior amount of damage and impairing their own personal buffs and healing. When hit, the targets healing potency is dropped by a single rank if Power is +5 higher than the targets Control, with Junior buff amounts being halved. If the difference is +10, the buff and healing received would be erased completely. Finally, at a difference of +15 or more, the attempted buff or healing will instead turn into a debuff or cause them to take damage equal to one rank below what the healing spell would have healed. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
Name of the Ability Feardèanamh: Hymyl y Nos Type & Uses: Trigger | 6 uses Rank & Specialization: Senior | Attack Creation | Hex & Curse Mana Cost: 24 mp per trigger | 45 mp recharge Range & Speed: 40m | 40 m/s Stats Affected: -25% endurance Description: Translating roughly to “Verge of Night”, following up on the purple veins along the blade either showing up or lighting up more brightly if already present, this releases a burst of Dark magic from the black that looks similar to most other Feardèanamh, dealing Senior damage to those it hits. Upon hitting a target, the black magic along the sword will erupt outward, debuffing their endurance, causing them to take 25% of the curse’s rank (Senior) in damage in addition to other damage taken, and will continue taking additional damage for as long as the debuff is present. For every 50 Control the user has, an additional burst can be fired from the blade.
