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Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Dec 19, 2021 2:47:04 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 surge of energy he felt from allowing Alpha's power to surge into his body was something that he had never experienced before. Although it was similar to the way he performed a spirit dive, it was clear the power was something that was far beyond what he had imagined. Magical energy surrounded his entire body, which had taken a slightly darker tint from the usual silvery color it possessed. The amount of energy clearly placed a strain on his body to the point it was painful, even Argenti felt it due to their connection. He grunted as he resisted the pain from the transformation itself, it was not a pleasant experience, but he tried his best to endure it. [break][break] A final surge of energy emerged like an explosion and naturally, Argenti was pulled into it as well. His appearance had changed as a dark marking emerged on his right eye and the messy fringe that covered his forehead was spiked upwards. Due to the connection between Charles and Argenti has she was also affected by the daemonic mana, changing her appearance. The dress extended below her ankles and had a dark-colored tint into it. Her hair was longer than before and had a dark tint on it, after all the silver spirit had been affected by the daemonic energy from Alpha, now revealed to be Ashford. [break][break] Everything began to make sense to him now, as the memories of Ashford, the memories the rest of his team experienced on the floor before. All in a matter of seconds, in some parts his initial thoughts he was right, in some he was right. Regardless, Charles couldn't help but chuckle after finding this out. Alpha was Ashford, a silver mage that was once Aamon's son that desired payback from his father. He had never expected this to ever happen the moment he stepped into the tower. Never in his life did he consider he was going to be working alongside a daemon and much less have one inside of his body, but it's not like it mattered to him. [break][break] Once he saw that Varisse had landed safely on Captain Ardere's arms, there was a sense of relief. Unsure if it was something that came from him or Ashford. Charles decided to fly up again to assist Cyrus and Griswold in taking down the gladiator that was clearly being a pain in the ass and he could strongly relate to that. He flew all behind the gladiator's back, it was clear that it would be difficult to deal with 3 different targets in 3 different locations. The silver mage took Griswold's and Cyrus's positions and attacks beforehand. It was best to finish off this thing once and for all. [break][break] A large sword made out of silver formed behind him with large sparks of electricity coming out off of it and that could clearly be heard. The sword was released and shot towards the gladiator's neck (or somewhere near it), leaving a trail of electricity right behind it. However, there was a difference as the sword itself had been imbedded with daemonic mana from the daemon dive, which gave the spell a dark-tint in terms of appearance. If the sword landed, the gladiator would be stabbed by the neck which will be followed by a powerful and painful electric discharge that would likely not go unnoticed. It was time to get this over with and focus on what they really came for. [break][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
160/220
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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. Used Grand Spell to attack the gladiator from behind and aimed for the neck. (Forgot to add the silver wings spell on the previous spot)
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: Silver Wings [break] Elemental Type: Silver [break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Supplementary Creation (Transport) [break] Range & Speed: 150 meters | 85 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 50 | 25 [break] Stats Effected: 60 m/s [break] Applicable Perks: Quick Shot, Fast Lane [break] Description: In order to activate the spell Charles raises either one of his hands up. Charles creates silver wings that extend up to 1.5 meters in size and appear on his back, in between both of his shoulders. The wings themselves seem to resemble the wings of an eagle. This grants him the ability to fly and glide at 60 m/s. He is also capable of transporting two other people with him in his arms.
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Name of 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 come 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.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Ardere chuckled to himself a moment. I did not expect that when I entered this Tower. Referring to the kiss he had been bestowed by Varisse. Admittedly there was still a connection between himself and the memories of Ashford, but that man's sanity had long since vanished. In the flames and chaos of the here and now--the Crimson King composed himself. I've had my fill of this quarrel. You're probably right. Grinding down on his teeth, the Captain watched his companion struggle against the might of this Avatar. Salamander and Ardere were not quite whole without one another. It was almost time to reunite the King and the Dragon in efforts to slay this beast before them. Something was coming--an attack stronger than the others. Dragon's Breath. A dragon's breath attack was no joke, let alone a Daemonic dragon who's abilities they still knew frighteningly little about. He had no choice but to brace for an attack. Stand behind me a moment. He said to Varisse as Salamander disappeared and re-entered his human form. What came now was a strength he had been saving for some time now. [break][break] Twin wings of flame formed behind two wings of flesh and scales, a quartet of destruction and flame. Fire and mana swirled around scales to form armor, from head to toe he was covered in a flame that dealt no damage to those around him--it was a display of sheer power. This was a power that would now even grab Aamon's attention; Full Spirit Dive. Dragon Resonance. The combined strength of Ardere and Salamander was on full display for the entire Tower to see now. As Varisse stood behind him, he prepared for the onslaught that was to be unleashed by the Avatar. I won't let them hurt you. The amount of power that was flowing through his veins caused the ambient mana in the air to be visible around him like sparks from a bonfire fluttering in the wind. Pulling back Siegfried's Arsenal and Hinokami's Sword Dance, the two began to spiral. The four swords of his Arsenal combined with the flurry of Hinokami's and were fired off at the dragon at the same time he unleashed his breath, an Archmage powered storm of blazing swords was launched off as the ground beneath his feet began to break and crack. No matter what happened; he did not budge an inch. He couldn't let Varisse get hurt, the part of him that mirrored Ashford alongside his good natured soul were in control now. No dragon would stand in his way. He'd send these swords with their titanic power through his breath and through the Daemon. Ahhh!! He shouted a battle cry at the top of his lungs as his muscles began to pulse with strength. Ardere was no longer holding back against this Avatar. [break][break] If he managed to win this clash, he'd take Varisse to safety towards the edge of the Arena. I don't know what your plan is, but you should leave this place. I don't know what Hell he has you all trapped in here, but you need not suffer it any longer. Be free of this Tower. His eyes did not echo Ashford this time, but his own heart. After all of this time. After all of this pain. He still wanted to help people. It did not matter if she had made mistakes, his soul ached to help her. As it did to turn around and fight for the three men who helped him get this far. He owed it to them to win this fight, to take down Aamon. They had fought so valiantly, more than he could have dreamed to alone. Without them, he'd be dead. There was only one way to repay this debt; to help him. The Knights had come to this Tower with one goal and one goal alone; Defeat Aamon, the Champion of Daemon. As sparked scattered from his Spirit form, he looked back to the Arena as it rumbled and fell apart--this was the home stretch.
Speed: 90 m/s[break] Strength: Grand[break] Perks: Apex Predator, Close Combat Expert, Berserker's Rage, Second Ace, Overpowered.[break] -Arsenal, Ryujin, Hinokami sustained. Dive activated. [break][break] Dragon Resonance[break] Rank: Grand[break] Appearance: Much like the PSD, Ardere will sprout the same kind of wings and horns, except they will be doubled now. His entire body is covered in blazing armor as the horns curl back to form a crown around his head.[break] Time of Usage: 6 posts[break] Spell Lock and Spirit Drain: 8 posts[break] Mana Cost: 40 (20)[break] Dive Abilities:+10 Power[break] Second Ace Perk[break] Attack Creation spells gain +5 power when clashing with another spell.[break] Melee attacks made against the user drop a tier in damage[break] Player can use the perk Overpowered once while in the form
The dragon’s breath met with the spirit master of Salamander, the fusion between the fire spirit and its master gave way to full resonance and now as the attack was hitting, Ardere had already launched his own attack. Of course he would not go unscathed, but the Avatar was met directly with the attacks of its enemy and they finally brought the downfall of the Avatar in a bright flash as the fiery blades struck home. The Avatar’s dragon form slammed against the arena wall and it fell back, smoke rolled from its mangled mouth as the fight seemed over. The arena was a mixture of raw, powerful emotion as Varisse looked surprised before breaking down in tears. ”Plan…I want rest, I want to leave this tower…I want to see my family that he took from me…his son, my beloved…” She sensed Ashford’s power and looked to Charles in shock as she cried harder and could not speak, completely moved to tears.
Cyrus, Charles, and Griswold:
The trio now empowered and in their right minds knew what they had to do to end this fight quickly, and they wasted no time and gave no quarter to the gladiator as Cyrus quickly ensnared it with his spell. The sap was beginning to be absorbed by the body of this doppelganger when both Griswold and the powered up Charles swung their swords, aiming at both the upper and lower sections of the body of the creature they faced. The creature roared with anger, the damage done from the bow already sinking in, causing cracks to appear all over the body, but when the attack from Griswold came, the gladiator was reoccupied trying to defend against Charles and was cleaved into at the waist. Black blood sprayed across the body of Griswold and onto the floor of the arena. Charles’ blade was at first defended until the power was suddenly lost in the lower half of the doppelganger and the blade sunk into its flesh…cleaving through the hand of the gladiator before lodging inside the neck, splitting the flesh of the gladiator, leaving the blood to spurt like it did with Griswold, but over Charles.
The gladiator was angry and the sounds of a muffled, pained groan filled the arena as the clash with the Avatar of Aamon and Ardere finally came to a bright and flashy conclusion. The crowd that remained watched and screamed in anger and horror as their champions were beaten back. The gladiator was standing, but the light in its eyes was fading…would the Royal Knights give its soul release or will they just leave it?
Everyone:
There was a slow, thunderous clapping, it went on for a few minutes and echoed throughout the arena as Aamon watched the Avatar fall in battle, and the gladiator meet its fate.
The god of the battlefield, ruler of the tower itself…Archdaemon of fury Aamon was standing as the dust started to settle, wind blew through the arena as the voices soon fell quiet and then silence as the only thing that existed was. That. Clap.
Soon though, it stopped…
The crowd waited as the stands slowly filled once more, the blood spilled was insignificant in the face of their absolute ruler. ”Well done…you managed to not only spoil my fun by watching a fight that your shield had no problems competing in, but you pushed my Avatar out onto the arena to what…tempt me with seeing that display of power?” There was a bestial laugh as the arena itself shook as if a great cataclysm was about to occur. ”All you have done is allowed yourself to show me the cards on the table that has allowed me to finally see what I want from you lot.” He said before simply walking forward, and crushing the mortar and stone of the arena as he walked through the ornate railing, dropping down into the arena itself with the Royal Knights. ”You all know that simple saying, you learn it as a child I am sure…if you want something done right?” He looked around at the four Royal Knights, but then to Ardere and Varisse. ”Anyone? Ok then, well forget it…i'm not one to mince words too much anyway.” He said before stepping forward, no words were said, but a gust of wind. Ardere’s eyes barely could catch it before Aamon would arrive behind the Royal Knight captain and then picked up Varisse, choking her, as the woman would gasp for air…it was like he stole candy from a child…the four could do nothing in that sudden movement. They were finally shown the difference in themselves and the archdaemon, and Aamon himself was now about to kill the last remaining piece of his humanity...in front of the Crimson King and the others.
GM Notes:
There will be no extensions any longer unless something truly bad is afoot.
As the fighting continued the way it had been intended to, the gladiator was wounded more and more, as it appeared to become more and more unstable. With the attacks cutting away at whatever forces were keeping it alive, the additional attack coming from Charles, who was at this point still emitting the same weird vibe he had been getting from some of the elves around here, the three of them managed to seemingly overpower the beast. Feeling an immense kind of rage originating from the creature, it was making the constant and ever-present anger within himself seem insignificant, but there was more to it. With blood staining his clothes and blade, Griswold wondered just how much of the pressing negative emotions he was experiencing were more than anger and hate. Imagining there was more than likely a good amount of fear in there over failing its master and over dying, he gripped his sword tightly.
“This may sound weird, but I feel like I know you, or at least the path you’ve been on. And even though you’re one of the villains in our story, I imagine you’d rather someone put an end to the pain and suffering before you fall apart on your own, don’t you.”
Though there was really no way to tell whether it was actually afraid of dying, he could tell that it did not want to fail. And given the fact that it had as there was really not much left of him to continue the fight with, Griswold assumed the most ‘humane’ way of going about this would be to take matters into his own hands and put the creature out of its misery. Truly hoping that this wasn’t just another one of those that had been promised demonic power, or had had it forced upon them, he imagined that if he were to land the finishing blow, it could have two outcomes. If it were a demon, it would likely die for a while before it would reassemble itself in some way or shape in whatever underworld it came from. But if it were an elf that had fallen into this hellish existence and really had no way of getting out, Griswold figured that death at this point would come as a welcome gift.
Attempting to put the beast out of its misery by bringing the blade up from his toes in an effort to slice its skull and split it in two halves, it was likely going to be the most quick and painless way of going about it. While there was a chance that it was going to put up a fight and stop him from doing so, if it all went the way he hoped, the rapidly deconstructing being would have finally been put down. Truth be told, he had never imagined going through all of this would bring about the emotions it did in the people he was with, let alone himself. By this point in time, he had at least managed to temper his anger due to the constant exposure to it, even though there were still plenty of other things weighing down on him, with one of them just amplifying ten times when he heard the big bad himself speak out. Whether his strike would have put the demon down or not, at this point, his focus was entirely elsewhere as he made his way over to Cyrus in a quick dash.
From there, he listened to the last bits and pieces that were being brought up, as well as answered before he could answer the saying himself. When he blinked, it appeared as though the archdemon had just vanished. For a moment, he believed that maybe all of this had left him bored and prompted him to leave, though his sensory kicked in a moment later, pulling his eyes to where Ardere was to see the demon had crossed that big a distance in mere moments, managed to pick up the elven woman and had begun strangling her to death. For a while, he could feel as his bones and muscles froze into place as it seemed this kind of speed was beyond anything he could ever physically match, even if he were to move at his total speed, which he was. But even if his body could move at this high a speed, that did not mean he would be able to keep perfect track of enemies that moved even further beyond.
Looking at everyone else’s responses to this sudden appearance and attempt at killing one of the stragglers of the tower, it was a terrifying thing to behold. Shaking out of a combination of anger and fear alike, he could feel his blade tremble in his hands, knowing that this was not an enemy he could face down and have a chance of winning against. More importantly, it seemed like the kind of enemy they wouldn’t even be able to beat if they were to all work together in perfect unison as the demonic overlord seemed like he was faster than them, stronger than them and undoubtedly possessed an ocean of mana, whereas his could only be described as a small pond at this point. And as upsetting and frightening as that all was, it was far more aggravating to think that they had all come here to die and now had to witness someone getting choked to death.
Even though she had been the cause of some of their own dying a fiery death in a pit of lava, even though she had been in charge of summoning two former knights and putting them against their group as they made their way over to the tower, watching the archdemon squeezing her throat shut was getting to him. Feeling this to be quite the weird thing as he had no emotional or other attachments to the woman, even going as far as claiming he felt quite a bit of someone else’s anger inside of himself that was aimed at her, he could not allow this to happen. Not after seeing what she apparently meant to Ardere and Charles alike. The fact that one of them appeared to be in tears while the other had been pushed to accept some kind of demonic power which had allowed him to become stronger than Griswold and leaving him the weakest person in this arena, all of it together meant that he had to do something.
While it had felt like he had been pondering for a million years, in reality, only two or three seconds had passed. Gritting his teeth in anger, he exhaled a deep breath as his body stopped trembling. Holding onto his blade with both hands, he set his sights on the demon that was a fair distance away from him. But with his speed, crossing that distance would not take any more than two seconds, where he’d intend to carve into the demon’s arm in an attempt at having him drop the woman and focus his attention on him and the others. And even if his charge would be in vain, there was a chance that it might give one of the others the push they needed to get pulled into action and maybe land a blow while he was getting ragdolled. Through it all, even as he approached the greatest enemy he had ever faced, he well and truly hoped one of the others would get there before him and managed to aid him in his assault.
TLDR: Attempted to put the demon out of its misery before big bad arrived.
Speed at 70 m/s Still wielding Feardèanamh
POWER 175 DURABILITY 3 SENSORY 80 STAMINA 50 CONTROL 150 MANA 180 (-45 +35 = 170)
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.
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.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"]All of this pain....all of this sorrow....for what? Ardere's ivory white teeth ground against one another, any more force and they'd simply crack. The Daemon Champion had revealed himself once more, making a rather grand entrance for himself. But what was the point anymore? He had come to this Hellish place to do one simple thing; defeat the Archdaemon--in this endeavor he would not fail. It was do or die time now. I'll get you back to your boy then, that I can promise. His heart sank into his chest. What was all of this war and death for? This chaos and vengeance? People just wanted to live their lives, to love and experience the world. While he could not escape the resentment within his heart, he could pick up his sword and fight one more epic battle. Perhaps this one death will finally mean something in the grand scheme of the world. If the death of this enemy could bring peace to the people of this kingdom, then maybe all of the loss would be worth it. [break][break] A tingle ran across his spine as Ardere's amber eyes barely managed to follow the actions of the Archdaemon--he was fast, too damn fast. In a flash the monster bound Varisse within his grasp and began to squeeze--Aamon was going to kill her. No. Not after the promise he had made, not after the memories he had been given. In this moment his body reacted on its own. In this moment he showed his true nature as a man and as a mage. She might have been perceived as their enemy at one point, but that did not matter. Everyone here who wasn't Aamon was simply a victim in his schemes and suffering. Whether to release them from this pain or save them from it was up to the Royal Knight's discretion, but he could not stand by and do nothing. [break][break] There was a brief flash of memories flooding through Ardere's mind, but this time they were his own not Ashford's. As his body reacted on its own, his mind could not help but wander to a familiar place. A field he once stood with his father sometime before his untimely death. [break][break] Do you know why we get stronger son? [break] Why dad? [break] To protect others. What is the point of being strong if you hoard it all to yourself? Life is hard my little flame. If there comes a time when you cannot live for yourself–live for others. Live for them Ardere. Because one day when you are bigger and stronger than me– [break] How could I be stronger than you dad? You’re the strongest! [break] Haha. I’m glad you think so, son. But one day you will be stronger than me, stronger than me because you will have so many people to fight for. All of Clover. They will need you. So if you cannot pick yourself up off the battlefield, let them. Let their spirits guide you and keep fighting, because you’re the best of us, son. That fire in your heart…it’s brighter than anyone else’s. So don’t ever give up on yourself, no matter how useless you feel. One day you will find an opponent who is so powerful, you will rethink everything you’ve ever thought. But no matter how much bigger than you he is or how scary he is, what is he fighting for? How could he beat you when you’re fighting for us all? When that time comes my beautiful little boy, remember that. [break] Have you fought a guy that strong yet dad? [break] Not yet, but one day I will. And if I don’t survive, remember those words. Think back on this moment when your old man parted what little wisdom he had left on you. You may not have a four leaf like me, but you’ve got your Mom’s spirit. And she’s the strongest person I’ve ever met. But you’ve gotta take care of her no matter what, okay? Can you promise me that? [break] I promise, dad. I love you. [break] I love you too son–more than you’ll ever know. Remember when I’m gone from this world, my love for you will still remain. Our love is eternal. As long as we’ve got that, we can protect Clover forever. [break][break] 'I won't let you down....Dad...' Mana began to fill Ardere's veins, pulsing with power as it began to return to his muscles and to his spells. This was his own secret ability, one he had not tapped into in quite some time. (My Magic is Never Giving Up Perk Activated 1/2) Two extra arms sprouted from his sides as he traded his dragon form beneath the Spirit Dive for one of strength. Surtr and Tyr were now activated in lieu of Ryujin and Hinokami. This was the Crimson King's ability. Crimson flames ran across his skin like armor, mixing with the flames of his dive to form a deep red like wine. His muscles began to pulsate with immense strength while in one single move, he kicked off the ground with enough strength to shatter a sizable chunk of the Arena. Rather than utilizing speed reinforcement magic, he chose to use sheer strength to kick off the ground with a force that his regular speed magic could never match. And in this single move he used two arms to jab into Aamon's sides, while the other two grabbed the arms choking Varisse. With rage and blaze in his eyes, he growled at the Daemon. Meanwhile he commanded his four blades to flank in duos around the sides of the Archdaemon. They would not reach in time to simultaneously attack, but they could provide a powerful followup. Let. Her. Go. Your fight is with me, or are you a dishonorable coward? Daemon Champion.... His entire body was sheathed his flame-like armor as the wings sprouted from his back began to flicker. He noticed Gris had also now made a move to save the woman, which while it surprised him he did not have much time to do anything about it. 'Don't get yourself killed Gris'....he thought to himself. [break][break] TLDR: Ard has a flashback, My Magic is Never Giving Up is activated, then Surtr and Crimson King: Tyr are swapped in for Hinokami and Ryujin. He uses sheer strength to kick off the ground at an intense speed to grab Aamon's arms choking Varisse and jab his other two arms into the Daemon's sides while his Arsenal sword flank the enemy.
Strength: Archmage[break] Perks: Apex Predator, Close Combat Expert, Berserker's Rage, Second Ace, Overpowered, My Magic is Never Giving Up![break] Spells: Arsenal and Dive Sustained, Surtr and Crimson King: Tyr Activated. [break][break] Name of Spell: Surtr[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Attack Creation/Transformation (Transfigure)[break] Range & Speed: Melee | N/A[break] Mana Cost: 24 (12)[break] Stats Effected: +9 power[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Battle Knight.[break] Description: Ardere will quite literally sprout four extra arms which are encased in searing hot flames. These arms are the same length as his own, with no differences other than two come from above his primary arms, and two come from below. The flames can be used in aid for physical combat, and will deal blunt force damage as well as burn. The burns are close to third degree, leaving serious marks, and the arms themselves being fueled by Attack creation magic alongside Transformation will also provide knockback. [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.
Last Edit: Dec 29, 2021 18:04:19 GMT -5 by Ardere✧
[attr=class,cyrustext]Strange, Cyrus thought, that he could feel any sympathy for the twisted perversion of nature that was his former doppelganger. But as it lay there dying, fatally wounded by the combination of his, Gris, and Charles' attacks, he did. Why exactly, he did not know. But whatever the reason was, he made no effort to stop Gris from his decision to put the beast out of its misery. Mercy was a luxury on the battlefield, in any form. But it was what separated the men from the monsters.
The thunderous claps of Aamon earned Cyrus' attention, but he barely had time to turn and watch before the archdaemon vanished from sight, moving with such speed that he seemed invisible before grabbing the poor elven woman by the neck and starting to strangle her. Ardere and Griswold were quick to choose retaliation, with the former drawing on yet more power while Gris aimed for a simpler, more direct approach. With their own speed it would be but moments for them to cross their respective gaps, but Cyrus was not so gifted, even in the midst of his spirit dive. What's more, he could tell that he couldn't maintain the form for much longer. He would need to make his time left in the form count.
Hama glared at their enemy furiously from within their shared headspace. "Any ideas on what to do, Cyrus?" She asked her partner, who had the Fen Bringer drawn and ready to fire. But from this distance, and with Aamon's speed, he had little doubt that taking a shot wouldn't be the most effective tactic. Not to mention risky, given the hostage he now held and the fact that Ardere and Griswold were closing in on him. So Cyrus released the spell instead, as well as his Fossil Facade and readied another. Two, in fact.
First, he would aim to protect his teammates once again with a fresh shroud of Fossil Facade, now enhanced by the power of his Spirit Dive as it enveloped the Crimson King, Gris, and Charles.
And after that, he would produce another spell; tendrils of sap raised from his sides as he prepared. "Hydra Hitching!" He called as he let the resin tentacles loose towards the archdaemon, aiming to try and ensnare him. The tendrils formed serpentine heads as they rushed their target, attempting to bind his legs to restrict his movement.
As he cast this spell, Cyrus also held up his arm, brandishing the chain Relic he had been gifted when he and his companions saved Atlantis. The Strength of a Nation, he had been told the weapon was called. A symbol of their peoples' desire to be able to attack and defend flexibly. It was a symbol of their resolve in the face of adversity, and had served as a token of gratitude for what he and his friends had done.
And now, as he drew on its ancient stores of magic to revitalize his own stock, Cyrus remembered the vision he had earlier in the tower. Of how the man he was had aimed to call on the people of Atlantis for reinforcements. Perhaps this was fate; albeit indirectly, their reinforcements had finally arrived.
And he was it.
"I am sorry they were not there to help so long ago..." Cyrus mused quietly as his spell lashed out at Aamon. But fear of his power gave way to determination and duty. "But we will act in their stead!"
[attr="class,cyrusstats]Stats & Information
WC: 0579 | TWC: 13385
[attr="class,cyrusstats]
Mana Skin
24/24
Health
18/18
Mana
455/455
Movement Speed
05
Damage Taken
00
Healing Recieved
00
Mana Used
100
Mana Regen
80 (x3)
[attr="class,cyrusstats] Combat Notes Released Fen Bringer and Fossil Facade
Recast Fossil Facade on Ard, Charles, and Gris, and used Hydra Hitching on Aamon
Used Strength of a Nation's "Burning Will" ability to triple mana regen for one post; 1/5
Items On Hand Magic Knight's Mantle Scorpion's Eclipse Strength of a Nation Puppeteer of the Current
Name of Spell: Hydra Hitching Elemental Type: Sap Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Restraining Range & Speed: 150m | 75m/s Mana Cost: 50 | 25 Stats Effected: -9 Control, -10 Speed, -20 Mana Regen Applicable Perks: Lockdown Description: On casting this spell, several sap tendrils will form around the user. At the user’s command these tendrils will launch towards their chosen target, splitting into two snake-like heads (reaching a possible combined area of 75 cubic meters) as they travel. Once close enough they will lunge at their target, wrapping around them and biting down. This does no damage, but will form a heavy binding of sap around the victim that reduces their Control stat by 9 points, their speed by 10m/s, and their mana regeneration by 20. Those bound by this spell will also have their casting limits per post cut in half. As per the usual ammo rules, multiple of the tendrils can be sent after one target or towards different targets if the user has a sufficiently high Control stat.
Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Jan 1, 2022 22:58:12 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 combination of attacks of Cyrus, Griswold, and himself was enough to take out the gladiator that was being quite problematic to them for a while now. His silver armored was covered in the gladiator's black blood. Much to Charles's annoyance, his armor was now covered with black blood which. The good part is that at least it was his armor and not his actual body, so he could easily get rid of it. As the light of eyes from the gladiator started to fade it meant that he was already done for. He also briefly looked at Ardere and it seems like his fight had also come to conclusion. [break][break] There was a loud and slow clapping that was heard throughout the entire arena. They have successfully managed to defeat all of their enemies so far, but now this meant that the only enemy remaining was Aamon. There was a sudden silence, as the Archdaemon made his official appearance. The silver mage's armor faded as it was now dirty and covered with the black blood of the gladiator. He could sense Aamon and his power was on a whole other level compared to the other daemons in the tower and even the daemons he fought in Kikka. It was the power of the battle-hardened warrior that had fought for been fighting for centuries. All the sacrifices and effort now came to this moment. [break][break] Aamon clearly had some fair points in one hand as they showed his cards to him, but they hadn't shown all of their cards. It was clear that everyone was saving something to fight against the Archdaemon, himself included. Before he could even have a chance to react he was behind Captain Ardere and snatched Varisse. Aamon was so fast that he couldn't even see him with his eyes or even sense him. He was on a whole other level, which made him a scary opponent. The silver mage was scared, from his sheer power and intimidating aura. Although he felt that way, right now it wasn't the time to let his emotions get the best of him. He has gone him far as to just throw the towel and back up from this fight, the entire fate of Kikka was on their hands and possibly even the rest of the country. [break][break] "I don't blame you for acting the way you did earlier, Ashford, with parents like that, kinda hard to do so." He commented to the daemon that resided on his body. It was more of a joke than anything else, but well if he was in his position it would be hard not to feel intimidated by his power. Anyway, right now he needed the power to help defeat that monster. "Anyway... Jokes aside, I need your power to defeat that guy, we'll help you get your girl in return." He said, not long after he witnessed Griswold make his move towards Aamon. It brought a brief sense of confusion to him was the first to charge toward him, seemingly in anger. A bit hard for him to believe after the hostility he showed to Varisse before, he was under the impression he wouldn't care if she died or not, but something changed. Ardere followed to attack him and then Cyrus, the two other mages were already on their spirit dives, which was time for him to join the party. [break][break] "Let's do it Charles." Argenti spoke to the silver mage in approval of using the spirit dive. Charles responded to her with a nod as he briefly closed his eyes, he wasn't sure the toll it was going to take on his body after he already had Ashford's daemonic energy with a spirit's energy. But, it was arguably his best shot to at least make a small difference in this fight. His body was protected thanks to Cyrus's shroud, as he started to undergo his Spirit Dive. Silvery-white energy started to surround his entire as his body. Charles's eyes had a brighter color in them and several strands of his already flicked upward hair turned into a silver color. [break][break] This was his first time using the Spirit Dive outside of training, but he hoped that it would mark the difference in this scenario. "Silver Shards. Charles opened and extended his hand, as a barrage of silver shards that produced sparks of electricity came from out of his hands. He aimed to follow up Cyrus's attempt to ensnare the daemon, if the man was successful then he would be able to land an attack on him. [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] Used Senior Spell Silver Shard as a follow up to Cyrus's attack. -10 mana reduction cost on spells.
Name of Spell: Silver Shards [break] Elemental Type: Silver (Lightning Oddity) [break] Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Attack Creation [break] Range & Speed: 80 meters | 45 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 30 [break] Stats Effected: +6 Power [break] Applicable Perks: Wounding Attack, Quick Shot [break] Description: Charles opens his hand creating multiple small sharp silver shards creating a small barrage of shards of 10 cubic meters, the shards create a spark of electricity upon creation and contact, this gives the shards an outline made of lightning. Each shard is roughly 10 cm in size. Additionally, Charles can create more barrages of shards per 30 control following the ammo rules.
Varisse felt that her life was slowly beginning to drain from her body, the provocation of her life…she was an enigma from a bygone and forgotten era bothered Aamon, and now he had come for her himself. Everyone around her had changed, meeting the desires of that twisted soul yet she remained unchanged…this relic of the past was tied to that archdaemon and in the end he was the one trying to end her life…it was key to the puzzle…wasn’t it? The female elf was starting to remark how her vision was starting to blur, but no more words would leak from her pink, paling lips as her face turned blue. This was true death…a final release as the royal knights of Clover all began their final push. The words of the Crimson King…were they just lies?
As Aamon was strangling Varisse, a number of things began to happen; Griswold found a kindred link to his own soul…something like an epiphany or was it just a simple understanding. Either way, he struck down the doppleganger with a blow to the already loosened head of the creature. There was no resistance, no gory display of power as the top half of the skull separated from the lower half, both the pieces fell to the already blood soaked ground with a wet thunk. He would then turn his attention towards the main target…the goal of this campaign…Aamon as the archdaemon choked the very elf woman whom he was just ready to kill, and something snapped and he was ready for a heroic, feral charge. At the same time, Charles had come to an understanding that Alpha was Ashford, and Ashford was angry, resentful, and in fear of Aamon…however with Argenti the silver spirit was ready to push forward and gave the silver royal knight mage the push that would be needed in the current trial. Meanwhile Cyrus saw everything happen clearly, without an objection he formulated a plan, he was the shield of the nation after all…the Rising Dawn, so with that in mind the sap mage prepared himself as Hama strengthened his resolve. Ardere, the captain of this group of royal knights…was passed up…overlooked…forgotten in light of another target. The angered Ardere, or rather the triggered champion of Clover…the Crimson King dug deep into his memories and resolve to turn around and push off with all his might to try and make the champion of daemons unhand Varisse, the beloved wife of Ashford and supposed bane of Aamon.
Ardere and Griswold attacked Aamon, the closest however was Ardere…his attacks were aimed to get him to unhand Varisse, and a smile, that kind of smile that showed exactly how cruel the archdaemon was, before he let Ardere strike him. ”You think I would stop…just to allow you to be blocked. Let me show you the error of your ways.” He would say as he was struck by the attacks of Ardere. Two arms struck his sides and held him while his other hands would grip the ones holding the target of the daemons ire. Yet it was meaningless, for even as Ardere taunted his opponent and Griswold arrived along with Ardere’s follow up attacks there was a snap…that kind of snap that only signified one thing…Varisse’s body went limp as the daemon threw the elf woman forward at a wall. Everything was as it needed to be.
Aamon turned his focus to the next target of Ardere, the asura that was now wrestling with the daemon had to know that this was futile…he allowed that woman to die…the others would perish with her. That is when the sap mage used his restraining spell to try and keep Aamon in place as the swords struck the body of the daemon…Griswold’s strike followed through, his valiant bull rush gave him a strike to the back of the archdaemon. ”Excellent teamwork, but you are still lacking. I will show you my true power.” He said at the same time the attacks occured, it was no boast as the archdaemon headbutt Ardere with the strength of an Archmage, the speed would be no different from what he was showing a few seconds ago. While at the same time, he would kick free from the hydra hitching spell to deliver a weakened kick to where Griswold was. The blood that leaked from Aamon’s wounds was black, but it seemed as to not bother him at all, in fact that cruel smile only seemed to get bigger in the face of our dear royal knight captain
GM Notes:
So here is the attack breakdown:
Ardere is receiving a headbutt with Archmage damage, and speed of 45 meters per second as he is still stationary and has not moved from the spot where he strangled Varisse.
Griswold is receiving a kick with Grand damage, and a speed of now 35 meters per second as he is still stationary and has not moved from the spot.
Hydra Hitching is broken, but it DID lessen the damage that would be dealt with by this kick.
Before there is confusion or asking. I wrote this as it is interpreted. Ardere was closest, while Griswold would have to traverse terrain after being at a dead stop from dispatching the doppleganger. Ardere’s strength to wrench Aamon’s arms does not stop his hand strength and he did in fact snap the elf’s neck before tossing her away like trash. He DID also take damage in return. It could be argued that he received a LOT of damage vs. what he dished out. However, actions taken in time would be equivalent here to allow everyone ample time to continue the fight. Also he is hurt, but the difficulty of this fight is not easy, this is only the tip of the iceberg.
Rushing over to the archdemon, the trickster woman and Ardere as fast as his feet could take him, a lot of things happened right before he could get there. Even as the captain of the crimson lions stepped in to try and stop the strangulation that was happening, the sound of a loud crack which he had come to know as the unmistakable sound of bone, he knew that this was where the story of the woman Charles and Ardere had been so willing to protect came to an end. While he was capable of healing, and might even be able to heal other people if he tried, he knew that there was nothing he could do to reverse the symptoms brought on by something as final as death itself. Even as he moved to strike Aamon, several attacks passed him by, striking into him and doing some modicum of damage, though it would be nowhere near enough.
Even as Cyrus’s spells struck and bound the archdemon in place, it was clear enough that it would not be enough as he made sure to try and land a headbutt against Ardere while aiming a kick straight at him by pulling his limb free from the archmage’s sap restraints. For a moment, it was starting to look like all of this was going to be nothing more than them struggling in vain against a vastly superior opponent that was making short work of their entire offensive as if it were nothing. But that was when he saw the black blood leaking out of the body of their final opponent. And if there was one thing he had learned in all of the time he had spent among the elves in the forest enclave when he grew up, during his time as a mercenary and later a magic knight and even during the time he spent on Emery Cromwell’s farm, it was that if something had the capacity for bleeding, that it could be killed all the same.
Thanks to Cyrus’s spell holding Aamon’s leg back long enough to slow him down, it allowed Griswold a moment to use the full totality of his speed to move out of the leg’s trajectory. Doing so ever so slightly so as to stay within striking range, his sword still held by both hands, he sent a flurry of at least four strikes in as rapid a succession he could muster at his leg and the side of his body. Figuring any damage he might be able to do would give them an edge in this battle which was nowhere near over as it seemed like it had hardly even begun, he was rapidly starting to see things for what they were, and could yet be. With the bonds at his feet, there was a chance for Cyrus to restrain the demon again and again, doing so as many times as it would take, allowing Ardere and Griswold to continue their assault while Charles would use his newfound unholy powers to their fullest potential. Never really being one for strategic combat, it was something he was quickly starting to learn.
Even as it all happened, the others including Aamon himself might get the feeling that he did not care for Varisse’s death as he hadn’t flinched or even broke away from his initial charge for even a moment. Hell, he even went as far as to continue pressing the assault as opposed to doing what he usually did, which was to move back and reassess the situation, which might have been the only thing that gave away that all of this truly did bother him. More than that, there was something inside of him that felt just about ready to weep like a little girl, though he had no idea why he would as he did not care for her in the way Charles and Ardere seemed to do. No, if anything, it was the fact that she had died without any of them being able to do a damned thing about it that got to him. But instead of just giving into all of that rage, the only thing he could do now to keep himself from becoming a liability was to fuel all of that into his continued assault.
So that was what he would keep doing up until the moment where he’d get squished like a fly. If it meant him struggling like a man out of his depth would allow them a chance at victory, even if it were merely as a distraction, then that was exactly what he’d do.
TLDR: Used Charles slowing down Aamon’s momentum to evade the kick and attack said leg and side with his blade, striking at it in a flurry of four attacks as he keeps pressing.
Speed at 70 m/s Still wielding Feardèanamh
POWER 175 DURABILITY 3 SENSORY 80 STAMINA 50 CONTROL 150 MANA 180 (-45 +35 = 160)
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.
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.
[attr=class,cyrustext]If a single sound was capable of stopping time, it would be a snap. Not something so mundane as fingers flicking against each other, or the crunch of a twig being split underfoot in the forest.
No, it was the snap of a neck; the snuffing out of the precious candle of someone's life. It was not a sound one could ever hope to get used to, but that gave the Rising Dawn no comfort as the body of Varisse became lifeless in the archdaemon's hand.
Just for a moment, Cyrus could feel that familiar rage from before boiling to the surface. Rage at her fate, regret at having been unable to stop it, and sorrow at her passing. He looked at the others, knowing in an instant that at the very least, Charles and Ardere would likely have intense reactions. But despite his own turmoil, he was able to push those feelings of rage back down. He wasn't about to slip down that slope again after just climbing out of it.
Still, he wondered at her fate. He possessed in his arsenal of spells powerful healing magic; what he lacked for in experience, he made up for with potency. In their lessons, when she was teaching him about healing magic, Cyrus' sister Alexandra had told him that with sufficient time and power, a wizard of his level could potentially turn back the clock on someone's death, if he was able to get to them in time. If they could retrieve her body, it was possible that he could bring her back...
But he could also tell that his spirit dive was beginning to fade. He didn't have long left in the state, and he knew that once it had ended his magic would be significantly weakened for a period until his body re-acclimated to its usual form. During that period his magic would be too weak to perform a resurrection, even if they could get her back. He bit his lip, angry at the poor time he had chosen to make use of his Spirit Dive... before letting out a heavy breath.
"Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should." He spoke quietly. It was no advice given to him by his sister, Zaven, or even Pesha. Instead, it was a quote that had always stuck out to him from a play he was quite fond of when growing up. He had never really understood it back when he was younger, but now, as he cursed his inability to help Varisse, he thought that he might.
So instead of asking forgiveness for failing to save her, Cyrus turned his attention to what he could do.
Aamon had taken hits from the others. He bled, which was certainly a good sign of sorts. But perhaps more relevant, Cyrus could tell that his Hydra Hitching spell, though shattered, was at least sufficient to slow the twisted monster down. And as his attacks connected with Gris and Ardere, his Fossil Facade would take the brunt of their damage.
The fact that his restraining spell had managed to impede Aamon, if only for a moment, gave Cyrus an idea. But it would not be as simple to carry out as it was to think of.
"Charles!" Cyrus called out. Thinking back, he couldn't remember if he had even spoken directly to the young man since the mission began, so consumed as he was by feelings of rage during the climb. "I have an idea, but I doubt I will be able to carry it out too soon; my spirit dive will soon end. When it does, can you cover me until I can regain my strength?"
It was a risky move, and asking much of his comrade. But this gambit was the best way Cyrus could think of that he could contribute to this fight. Aamon had seemed convinced when he spoke before, shortly before entering the ring himself, that he had seen everything they were capable of. But there was one spell Cyrus could use that may be enough to turn the tide; a spell that only he, Hama, and the former head of the Elwood family had seen before.
"Are you sure this will work, Cyrus?" Hama asked her friend through their psychic connection, and he let out a mirthless chuckle. "No. But it's the best we've got. So we're just gonna have to make it work."
At this declaration, he could feel his friend smile with determination. "Well we've still got a little time left in Dive! Let's make it count!"
Cyrus nodded and readied a familiar spell. "Hydra Hitching - LOCKDOWN!" Cyrus called out as he cast it, once more sending lashing snake heads towards the archdaemon to restrain it; if they connected this time, he should hopefully be able to restrain the warrior more thoroughly than before.
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WC: 0816 | TWC: 14201
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Mana Skin
24/24
Health
18/18
Mana
455/455
Movement Speed
05
Damage Taken
00
Healing Recieved
00
Mana Used
60
Mana Regen
80
[attr="class,cyrusstats] Combat Notes Last turn of Spirit Dive Fossil Facade sustained Hydra Hitching cast again; Lockdown perk activated on Aamon
Items On Hand Magic Knight's Mantle Scorpion's Eclipse Strength of a Nation Puppeteer of the Current
Post by Charles Constantine✾ on Jan 10, 2022 13:49:14 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 snap of Varisse's neck, the sound was something that stood out for him in the entire battle. It signified her inevitable death at the hands of Aamon, the strongest enemy they've fought so far. Before they even had a chance to deliver the attack, the Archdaemon had already taken the initiative to kill her. Such action brought a sense of emotion, frustration, and rage that he had never experienced before. Was this how he truly felt? Or was it Ashford the one that was inside his body making him feel like this. Charles wasn't able to tell, but a part of him deeply cursed Aamon for what he just did. The death of somebody that clearly was tired of it, Aamon deliberately attacked her knowing that she was the weaker link, the one that would cause the rest of the group. Especially Ardere and even the soul of his own son that was present angry. [break][break] His eye with the black marking that was a sign of Ashford's fusion with his own body began to twitch. It was truly a sign that Ashford was not happy about the death of his beloved, the make matters worse, at the hands of his own father. The only potential reason as to why he might still remain sane was due to his very own mentality and Argenti's presence inside his body. The Spirit Dive was starting to get a little toll on his body, but he could still keep going. As much his mind was filled with anger and a strong desire to kill Aamon with his own hands. Charles was aware that it was mainly Ashford's influence over his body and the power he gave him also came with his emotions. [break][break] Aamon was bleeding, but regardless of their combined attack, the Archdaemon was still going. He was powerful and he could even stand up to Ardere while he used his spell. The battle between the two could be compared with a physical fight between two titans. There was no way he could keep his with such physical strength, most people would be crushed by sheer pressure from their power. [break][break] Charles snapped back the moment he heard Cyrus's voice call his name. He was too focused on his own thoughts, after witnessing Varisse's death to the point that he had spaced out for a brief moment. However, he was able to snap back and turn his attention towards the sap mage to figure out what he had to say. Out of everyone in the team, he was the person he interacted with the least. The silver mage heard him out, Cyrus had asked him for the time being. "Sure, I can do that." He nodded. The silver mage had a spirit just like him. So he was familiar with how draining undergoing into Spirit Dive was, on top of that he had already been on that form for a while now. Charles could still keep the form up for a while and cover Cyrus once his dive runs out. [break][break] "Damn you, Aamon!" He called out to the Archdaemon, cursing him for what he had just done. Charles snapped his fingers as a massive sword made out of silver formed right behind him. The silver mage had the intention to follow up Cyrus's restraining attack with his attack spell, but this time there was going to be a lot more waiting for him. After that, he extended both of his hands, and two spears of silver formed within both of his hands. Such formation was followed by a thud as he placed the spears on the ground. He made sure to aim properly to make sure to not hit any of his allies. The massive sword and the two spears were launched towards Aamon, if the first spear didn't hit then the second one surely will. This was done to safely land the hits in the event Cyrus's restraining spell worked. His words were filled with rage, that sounded more like Ashford than Charles himself, but the silver mage was still present. [break]
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POW 090
DUR 141
SEN 010
STA 080
CON 080
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HEALTH
MANA REGEN
MANA POOL
archmage
grand
55 IC // 60 OOC
215/220
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Combat Summary
[break]TL;DR Magic Knight Mantle, Seer's Fate, Forgotten Heirloom [break][break] Used Grand Spell Sword of Fulmination and Senior Spell Durindana as a follow up to Cyrus's attack. -10 mana reduction cost on spells.
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 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.
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Name of Spell: Durindana [break] Elemental Type: Silver [break] Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Attack Creation & Supplementary Creation [break] Range & Speed: 80 meters | 45 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 30 | 15 [break] Stats Effected: +9 Power (Single), +7 Power (Multi) [break] Applicable Perks: Apex Predator, Wounding Attack, Quick Shot, Perfect Buff [break] Description: In order to activate the spell Charles extends either of his hands forward and opens them. Charles creates a spear made out of silver that has a length of 2 meters, the head of the spear has the size of the triangle that measures 50 cm in length and 25 cm in width. The spear appears in between his hand. The spear can be used as a close-range weapon to fight off enemies or can be thrown as a projectile that moves at 45 m/s. The user is able to create additional spears to throw per 50 control he has, following the ammo rules.
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Snap. And just like that, Ardere's heart was broken all over again. He had failed those he swore to protect once more, falling into despair as his form tumbled across the jagged earth. His mana skin was shattered in an instant as he was knocked back alongside the broken woman. But in that moment, he did not feel sorrow and anger--there was only silence. Salamander did not uproar raging crimson flames into the sky. No trumpets sounded. No bells rang. Only silence. And from that silence erupted a white flame. [break][break] As he scraped against the ground, being scraped and bruised, Ardere was lost in another memory. What was his reality now other than memories and dreams? What was real? Pain was the only thing that grounded him to this world but now he could no longer cling to even that. Reality shattered like glass as memories flooded along the veil of the world and into one more memory. Before him stood a hulk of a man with red hair and a fur cape; Lysander the Ifrit. His former mentor stood in front of a beaten and battered teenager, angry at the world for taking his father from him. [break][break] What are you sitting there for? Get up! Get up and fight! [break][break] I can’t…I’m too weak. [break][break] Don’t you ever say that to yourself, Ardere. You are not weak. You’re a Lion. You’re strong! [break][break] But I can’t move my legs… [break][break] Look at me. Then look at those legs of yours. You yell at them if you have to. Yell at them to move. They are YOUR legs. You can make them move. No matter how much weight you feel on your shoulders, we Lions will lift you up. Remember our strength as a Pride, let that lift you up. When you feel like you can’t stand anymore, remember the times we spent together. Remember your friends. Remember me. So stand up Ardere Kasai! Stand up and fight me! You can’t give up. One day you will have to lead these Lions into battle. One day they will look to you with fear in their eyes and you tell them to fear not, because we are strong together. Even if you are alone on the battlefield covered in your own blood you have all the Lions with you! They’re right here, in your heart–forever and always. [break][break] What if I fail them? [break][break] As long as you keep fighting, keep moving forward….how could you ever fail them? [break][break] Salamander's red flames were engulfed by pale, blinding fires. While his Spirit Dive form was the apex of his bond with the Dragon King, Ardere had yet to reveal his own inner power; Amaterasu's Blessing. The flame deity from the Land of the Rising Sun, one his ancestors worshipped. This honored her final blessing to his people and now here he stood, two fathers behind him. He had failed his boy once, he failed Silas but now he would not fail Varisse. I won't let you die....not again... Fiery tears trickled down his blazing visage as in an instant, he held her in his arms. The strength and mana awoken inside him was enough to be felt throughout the Tower and even into Kikka--all would know the Crimson King had finally arrived to the fight. [break][break] As his healing magic washed over her, Ardere stared down Aamon who was being attacked by his allies. It would take just a moment (this entire post) for the healing effects to work but she would be brought back from Death's clutches, for few knew that the Crimson Lion Captain was one of the best Healing mages there was. Not many on this Earth could bring one from the brink of fatality but he could and he would do it now. But first he had to get her somewhere safe, so with one kick he leaped off as far as he could to sit her down. I told you you'd see your boy again and that is a promise I intend to keep. Now he turned his attention to Aamon as mana began to fill his veins. (My Magic is Never Giving Up 2/2) This was it, his final battle. I'm coming boys! Once the healing was done, he'd take a running start and leap with all of his might to Aamon for an onslaught of attacks. The ground beneath his feet could not last under his mighty strength. This was his true power as mana soared up to the sky like a beacon of flame and light. And with him he took all of the hopes and dreams of everyone in the Clover Kingdom. This was for Silas. For Wolfe. For Lysander. For his father. For all of those who had died so that he may live on. Their sacrifice would not be in vain as long as he drew breath. Aamon was the Daemon Champion, but today Ardere held all of Humanity on his shoulders. [break][break] The Daemon sunders no longer, [break] A crown like a wreath of flame betwixt a Dragon's horns,[break] The pale flame like a torch in the night,[break] Lo, the Crimson King hath come. [break] Lo, the death of the Champion hath come.
Strength: Archmage+Grand[break] Perks: Apex Predator, Close Combat Expert, Berserker's Rage, Second Ace, Overpowered, My Magic is Never Giving Up!, Vengeance.[break] Spells: Arsenal and Dive sustained, Amaterasu's Blessing activated.[break] Mana Skin: 0%[break] Health: 90%[break] [break][break] Name of Spell: King's Flame: Amaterasu's Blessing[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Archmage | Physical Reinforcement/Healing[break] Range & Speed: Self | Touch[break] Mana Cost: 64 (32)[break] Stats Effected: +Archmage Strength[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Master Healer, Concussive Blows, Brute, Herculean Strength.[break] Description: Ardere's body is infused with a white flame that causes his muscles to expand, as his strength is massively increased by the effects of this spell. His eyes turn a glowing white and a flaming aura gently shimmers across his body. This spell also grants him the ability to heal himself or others. Due to the Master Healer perk, this healing allows him to essentially regenerate limbs instantly. So this spell is the perfect melee spell as he can leap into battle and dish out punches that could level city blocks, and heal himself at the same time.
Last Edit: Jan 10, 2022 19:35:58 GMT -5 by Ardere✧
Aamon had thrown away his toy, seeing that the Crimson King was not all that was brought up to be was honestly a big letdown for the archdaemon and he was angry. So angry in fact that when the three other royal knights worked together to stop his advance he decided it was time to show them a taste of his strength for the first time. Griswold…the first little fly left pressed on and wanted to go toe to toe with the king of fighters himself. Cyrus weaved another restraining spell that was like the one used before while the silver mage fought with a familiar usage of spells. He recognized it for a split moment of the visage of a life long forgotten and it made the rage inside of him burn with even more intensity.
He dodged the first spear, catching the second spear, the damage his hands took did not even make him wince and the blade landed on his shoulder. ”Mana Zone: Gladiatorial Armament.” armor instantly bestowed itself upon Aamon’s body as he swung his newly armed sword at Griswold’s blade…again the first fly will be the first to learn. The speed of the swing was a dazzling 85 meters per second with Archmage damage behind it. If it struck his blade it would destroy the Solarian Wolf’s crutch, but that was not all…Hydra’s Hitching…he rebound the attack using his own curse ”Chains of the damned” his blood red mana seeping into the sap like bonds before turning them to chains. Firing back across the entire arena at a speed of 105 m/s If struck the chains would place a grand speed debuff, while also beginning to sap away mana at a rate of 15 mana per round until cleansed. Following suit, if his blade struck home and broke the mage’s blade it would still continue along its path. If that was the case then Griswold would receive grand damage and be thrown back ten meters. Looking at Charles he would grin. ”I will kill only one…if you come back to me my son.” The archdaemon said, as if he had no use for Cyrus if he was trapped anyway he would deal with him in a moment. Yet he felt a tinge, as if something was not right, and he growled. Of course if Griswold or the others were still attacking, then he would have to change his plans, but the damage dealt to him moments ago looked as if it never existed now.
However, there was a crack…something was not complete and the Hydra Hitching had managed to restrict something, for it seemed like Aamon still had not been able to leave that spot…
Ardere and Varrisse:
She was gone a moment ago, the tunnel was filled with light and she was about to step through when she was suddenly ripped back into the real world. Her every action hurt, her body felt weak…but she was back in her nightmare. ”w-what the hell? Why am I back? W-Who did…” That is when she saw Ardere, then felt the chains of Aamon shackle her once again, the mana already being sapped from her at this moment. She was panicking, but she knew about this…this was the same scene as when her entire world came crashing down before. ”Ardere…I know how to beat him. He probably does not feel that I am alive…yet. Ardere! Listen. If he thinks he has killed me then I would have been his final piece, he could have ascended into a new realm of power…I need you to…I need you to kill me. Not just lob my head off or stab me, but I need you to channel your mana and you have to…” She was choking up, she knew that she had to do this…it was the only way out for her, and it was the only way that they could receive the power to topple this giant. ”You have to kill me like he did, feeling the breath leave my body at that last moment, a seal that has been trapped on my body will finally become active and you will receive the mark of the champion…” She was actively crying now as Aamon spoke to Charles, that feeling of dread came over her, she knew why she felt that connection to Charles and why Alpha took Charles over the others and did not just kill him. ”Do it… are you a king…or are you just a peasant!” She tried to goad him into doing this, if he would not do it willingly, she would have no choice but to make him kill her, and already her mana was flaring up…Aamon would find them both very much alive if he did not act.
Believing the best possible thing they could have done would have been for Cyrus to keep stacking on as many restraints as he could muster while he still had access to the backing of his spirit, with Charles firing from a safer distance as Ardere and Griswold would keep on pressing the attack, that the moment when everything fell apart. For a moment, he had believed that at this range, given the speed he had at his disposal, as well as his trusty sword, he might be able to deal some lasting damage to Aamon’s side. That said, he had not for even a moment imagined that Ardere would suddenly back down to go save the woman they had literally met what felt like five minutes ago. Becoming the sole focus of the archdemon for only a moment, the spell it activated adorned him with hellish armor, brandishing weaponry that seemed to not be of this world.
When the first strike inevitably came, it came at a speed he himself could not hope to overcome even while moving at his current prime. So even as his eyes could follow it and his body could respond to it, it was all that he could do to hold his blade with both hands as the two weapons clashed against one another. Demonstrating the sheer difference in power, it only took what felt like the blink of an eye before his weapon was utterly destroyed. Shattering at the point of impact, the black blade of Feardèanamh splintered, sending small shards of metal around as the blade of the demon continued towards him. Thankfully, he was still protected by Cyrus’ spell, which tanked the brunt of the damage but not the raw force behind it as it landed against his chest. Blowing him away as the shrapnel and shards of his most trusted sword flew past him, he landed on his back a good ten meters away before scrapping along the floor.
Once he came to a full stop, he saw the hilt of the sword laying in front of him with the large majority of the blade laying around him. Against the floor, the black pieces of metal were easily spotted, which only made how he felt that much worse. If he hadn’t been abandoned, he would have been able to stand a chance at landing a blow against Aamon, he was sure of it. But without his sword, all he had were a select number of spells that would only drain what little mana he had. And in a battle of attrition against something like Aamon, he was not going to be able to last. Starting to truly experience feelings of anger towards some of the people in this room including the archdemon himself, but also in the knowledge that he would be forsaken on the battlefield so easily, becoming fodder to be cast aside so the focus could be placed on saving someone they never even knew.
Had Aamon been serious, and had Cyrus not been backing him up magically, there was a massive chance that he would have died in that instant, as there was no way he could face an archdemon on his own, especially when he could not even defeat the Oni that had split up into several bodies before. Forcing him to drastically rethink his approach, he reached for the pieces of his blade, trying to scrape together what he could in hopes of being able to put it back together if he were to actually survive this encounter. Not really getting the chance as a chain shot right into him, he could feel his mana begin sapping away a lot faster. As the spell he was currently under was already rather demanding, but was needed to keep him alive, he felt no real pain from the chain itself. That said, it was locked on rather tightly and not something he could just tug off of him with physical strength alone.
Attempting to rise to his feet, it was clear that his speed increase was no longer as effective as it was before, though that would not keep him from it. Because as long as he remained on the floor, he was an even easier target than the one he had become when his speed had been taken from him, his mana was being taken from him, and how his only real weapon had been shattered. With hearing Aamon as he spoke to Charles, claiming how he was only going to kill one of them if he were to come back to him, meaning it likely was aimed at the demon empowering him, it was not much of a stretch to believe that that person was going to be Griswold. But even if that were to be the case, he was not going to be making it easy for him. And to think he was put in this predicament because the life of someone they did not met, someone that killed several magic knights, had become more important than he was. Some allies he had..
TLDR: Has his sword broken, gets knocked back ten meters and gets hit with a weakening spell that saps his speed and mana.
Speed at 50 m/s due to 20 m/s decrease No longer wielding Feardèanamh
POWER 175 DURABILITY 3 SENSORY 80 STAMINA 50 CONTROL 150 MANA 180 (-45 +35 -15 = 135)
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.
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.
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[break][break]What felt like a monolithic victory now turned sour with sorrow and defeat. Kill her? There was no way in Hell Ardere could do that--not after the power he had just spent to save her. Could he? The thought of it made him tremble. Why was he shaking so damn much? Stop shaking! He shouted at himself internally, but the tremors did not cease. Here he stood with Varisse between his arms as she asked him to kill her. His legs were shaking now. After all this time was he just a scared little boy? He was no hulking giant but a frail child in a warzone to which he did not belong. Had all of the battles leading up to this meant nothing? Why couldn't he move? [break][break] There was no flashback this time, no memories to be lost in--just him. He was supposed to be the Hero, wasn't he? If that was so then why was he still shaking so damn much?! His arms and legs could muster no strength. Ardere's heart fell far past his stomach into an endless void. So many had sacrificed their lives for the cause that he thought one day he'd be called upon to sacrifice his own. Today he was not asked to give up his own life....but his humanity. The dread sank deep into his flesh, filling his blood with a darkness one could easily be lost in. Lysander had no wise words. His father's memory did not summon any profound truths. The white mana pouring out of his skin was seemingly endless. Here he stood a Titan of magical power, yet he had never felt so small in his entire life. The Captain had fought Giants and Daemon, Monsters and evil Men. The greatest enemy he had to face was not Aamon but the action being asked of him. [break][break] Ardere could feel it, the mana being sapped away from her. Varisse was chained here--they all were. The denizens of the Tower were just pieces on his Chess board. Was this all meaningless? What glory lie in this victory? This was no battle. Saving Clover didn't matter anymore. What mattered was saving the three men he brought with him. It was her or them now. He'd choose them every time. I'm sorry.. While his memories and muscles ached to help her, his heart resounded for them; his friends. I'm no King.... He gripped her in the same way that Aamon had, blazing tears dripping down his cheeks onto her. Channeling his mana through her, she'd feel his aura in her veins. He had never taken a life that did not deserve it. To him, she was not a woman he had just met. Varisse was his beloved for years. The Captain had spent far too long in those memories, longer than anyone should. But this was reality now. While Ardere's heart screamed in pain, his grip tightened. The tears did not stop, no matter how much he wanted. This was no act worthy of praise. There was no honor in this. He took no pride or joy as he felt the life fade from her form, as her soul left this world into the next. Salamander did not intervene. He did not speak any words. The Dragon King held onto the soul of his companion and partner, comforting him in the only way he could. There was nothing to say now, no grandiose speeches. Even the fire spirit knew this. Yet as he drained her life, there was a beauty in this death unlike the others. Varisse was bathed in a wondrous, bright light and flame as she passed. It was the least he could do for such a woman--he owed it to her. He would now owe it to her to defeat Aamon himself, with his own might. [break][break] But I am a Knight. The Crimson Lion Captain was no scared little boy--he was a man. People were counting on him. He only hoped they could forgive him for what he had done. The aura blazing around him now was different than before, it was filled with grief. But this grief did not weaken him--no loss did now. It would only make him stronger. He had to be stronger. While he stood there debating his own humanity and morals; Aamon was killing his comrades. Ardere knew it was always going to come down to the two of them. He simply had hoped it would have been different than this....this anguish and dishonor. AAAAAAMMOOOONN!! His screams reached the Heavens as his power only continued to skyrocket. What power was held in this Mark of the Champion....he did not know. But he trusted Varisse. He trusted her in life and death now. She was forever a part of him, seared into his soul.
