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Feeling his blade connect and inflict damage, something felt off. Knowing the feeling of rending flesh with a sharp blade quite well, it seemed as though some kind of defenses had been formed moments before impact, keeping his head from being flung off. When the second attack came in, a blade of compressed air following up directly on his own sword, a large portion got blown out of those very defenses, not to mention the man’s neck as he got flung back several meters. Putting a bit of distance between the two, the gaping hole in his neck did not seem to hold him down as much as Griswold had initially intended. After all, this whole attack had been launched in an attempt at instantly killing his foe before they could do a whole lot to fight back or threaten any of the others. But that was not the only surprise here.
Through the hole in the ceiling, Griswold saw that instead of heading up towards the palace as intended, which was why he had performed this entire attack in the first place, but instead went into the tunnel. If he cared about some things, it was likely to assume that at this point, his feelings would have been hurt as his initial assault now both made next to no real impact on the overall play, but it seemed the entire goal of doing as Zaven had stated by having three people going up to the palace while one remained to fend off the captains was simply no longer in play. Great.
While he was never one to follow precise plans to the T and rather enjoyed winging it as he went, he had more or less imagined that the esteemed captains and vice captains of the magic squads would be capable of organizing and sticking by their own plans. So instead of going with the plan and heading to the palace, here he was playing vanguard along with Zaven. Still airborne due to his spell, he did not have a whole lot of trouble evading the attacks that did not so much seem to be aimed at him, but rather at destroying the building, which was entirely fine by him. These buildings meant nothing to him, nor did any of these people that had been corrupted by demons hold any form of meaning. To the aspiring captain of the black bulls, all of these captains of the days of old were merely a stepping stone to get stronger.
Telling him to be ready for what was about to happen, the black knight kept maneuvering so as to keep afloat, as his spell was not one that allowed him to fly. It merely allowed him to push off of air, which meant that as soon as he stopped moving, he was just going to start falling to the ground. Merely watching the shadow golem and the spherical attack as they began their assault while making sure to stay out of the way of any resulting explosions or otherwise getting caught up in the crossfire, at the rate he was going, he knew that he could dive back into the fray at any given moment. More than that, if needed, he could increase his speed by a good amount to become that much more of a nuisance on the battlefield. Hoping that the next attack was going to end the almost beheaded knight, it would likely become all the more annoying if the other corrupted got here before this one bit the dust.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Despite Hania's comments, he did not let loose his grip on the Ravencrest. In the darkness of this place, he dredged through a sickening mana that now drew near. They were clearly being watched. Beneath a veneer of a long lost threat, was a vastly growing one. Even so, Ardere did not back down. Maybe he wasn't a liability, but he was going to have to dig deep and find a different kind of strength than what he summoned against Aamon. The two Archdaemon could not be any more different. Asmodeus was not an enemy he could overpower--he had to outthink a Daemon almost as old as the Clover Kingdom. [break][break] Was this even possible? [break][break] He supposed that did not matter now. The two burst their way forth through the darkness, flames and ice breaking through abyssal tendrils. I know. I think they've been watching since we got here. Whoever they are. I'd rather have not split up, but we'll have to hope Gris and Zave can make it out as quickly as possible. And as he relinquished his grip on the Vice Captain, they soon encountered the man this now lead towards: Nero. For just a moment, it was as if Ardere had not destroyed Malacath and the former Wizard King along with him. For a moment, his friend and mentor was not dead. In the depths of this Hell, he'd been given a gift even if effortlessly fleeting. The visage of a dragon and the pale flames dissipated, as only Ardere was left, only the man. Looking to the void mage the façade of invulnerability was lifted to reveal what lay underneath; a man asking his friend for help. That doesn't matter now Nero. We need your help. Who was watching them, high up in the sky? Who was the master of this domain, a corrupted mana he could feel along his skin like an acidic chemical. It was not Asmodeus watching them, but someone--something else. [break][break] Things....things seem different. But enemies are pursuing us and if we don't act fast, everything is lost. We have friends who will need our help. And they're fighting right now. So I beg of you. Aid us in this fight so that we may make it into the Shining Palace. He wanted to scream, to apologize for what happened in the end. Ardere wanted to cry, to run away like a small child. But he was an infant no longer, now he was a grown man. The Kasai was a Captain, a leader, someone people counted on. Being lost in his own head would only lead to being lost everywhere else. He had to let the past die. The fallen Elf inside him had altered his memories, his mind. Both were consumed by their failures, but what about his triumphs? What about his strength? The efforts he'd made to save this land and the people in it were insurmountable. Salamander had chosen him for a reason after all. So as he turned to look at the former Wizard King, he only looked forward in strength, in focus. A different kind of fire was burning in him now. What had Ashford done to him after all this time? He could not forget the simple fact that he was strong. He was resilient. He was the god damn Crimson Lion Captain after all.
A violent battle was breaking out now. Arturius was overwhelmed by an array of attacks and nearly splattered across the pavement. As his body began to regenerate from the wounds he'd been afflicted with, his mana was struggling to keep up. Impaled on a large piece of rubble, his body was still attempting to heal itself, forcing him into agonizing pain. The Golden Dawn Captain was a far cry from his former self, but even obliterated and broken, he still tried to fight. Sadly the current Golden Dawn Captain and Black Bull had dealt irreparable damage to his mentor, so this was a needless struggle. Even so, Zaven would see it. He'd watch as someone he once cared for struggled to stay alive as this hollow shell of a man. Was there anything left of him deep down in there? [break][break]
There was no time to process this. Both Griswold and Zaven were now being attacked by Barron and Jagen. The former chose to unleash a Grand level flurry of blood scythes upon the Shadow mage, burst forth through the rubble of what remained of the building they'd once sought refuge in. Barron was hungering for blood, with wild crimson eyes and he thrashed and slashed wildly, twin blood scythes attached to his elbows in tandem with the area of effect attack he'd just launched. Zaven had two attacks to deal with, but something was now clear to him; Barron was slowly becoming more Daemonic, now sporting two horns and scaled skin. If Griswold paid attention, he'd notice Jagen was the same. [break][break] Jagen summoned a massive wall of thread beneath Griswold's feet, which would take dexterity and prowess to dodge. He'd notice the trembling beneath his feet at the same time the Purple Orca Captain began swinging wildly with his sword, the blade that also was now corrupted. The once legendary Caliburn had become nothing but a dull, black blade consumed by dark magic. What they'd soon realize is that Lucifer had taken their pride and turned it against them. Everything they once took pride in was now his; their weapons, their magic, even their skin was now corrupted. Across the Capital, the duo that had split off from the group would feel a growing mana as the fight ensued.[break][break] To Ardere/Hania: [break][break]
Nero was skeptical. Narrowing his brown eyes, he eyed the two mages up and down before letting out a sigh. Perhaps not. But I will require some explaining after this is done. And perhaps a cup of tea while we discuss this sudden surge in power you've gotten. He nearly cracked a smile. Void magic began to swirl and float around the Wizard King as he powered up. His form may be battered and beaten, covered in scars and bruises but he did not yield. It was a King's duty to protect his people and in that endeavor weakness would not suffice. Whilst he could not escape the feeling that something was trying to pierce the veil of his mind, he did not relent. Whatever was attempting to control him could not overpower Nero. Swiping his hand to the side, half of a building was instantly turned to dust and vanquished from this realm. We've got company. Prepare yourselves. [break][break] Within the building Nero had utilized his void magic to decimate was a shadow that had been watching them, now turned to dust. From every corner and crevice of the Royal Capital emerged corrupted versions of the citizens. Where had they come from? Why were they here? There was easily three dozen of them waiting in the wings. They began to circle the three mages, slowly walking closer. While their strength was mostly in numbers, they could easily overwhelm a group of powerful mages if they were not careful. Nero summoned an array of void portals as a defense around the group, all forming a dome to protect the trio of mages. What trickery is this? Stay close, both of you. I'll get you to your friends. Even here, after all this time his first priority was to protect those under his watch. [break][break] The real threat however was high up in the sky, now visible to any of the mages who cared to look. Lucifer had emerged from his hiding place to watch. There is no making it to the Shining Stone Palace for any of you. There is no alternate ending to your stories. You may think you rejected it but your failure is the failure of every human; pride. So here your stories will end. As he spat down on the mages below, the Daemon could not discern why his control on Nero was taking effect. It was almost as if the projection of the man was too powerful. That was rather odd. He surmised it was the Lord Asmodeus' power fueling him that was too power, a miscalculation on their part. Nonetheless, he looked down in anger and loathing as his wings kept him afloat. He'd find a way to make use of the Wizard King one way or another, even if it took some ingenuity. Lucifer's Appearance.
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] Seeing his mentor and former captain impaled after their attacks left a scar on Zaven’s already wounded heart but even still the man looked on at the damaged shell of a man and he saw thew survival instincts kick in. However, he did not have a second to say a word as Griswold and Zaven were once again attacked and he would need to finish this quickly as he growled, falling since Typhon had attacked Arturius and he would not have a way to effectively block Baron’s attacks if he did not push his mana to the extreme here. He thought fast as he summoned forth Talos as his grimoire would glow with a sickly purple hue. “I WILL NOT FALL HERE! TALOS, RISE UP. RIPPING SHADOWS, COME TO MY AID!” At the same time he activated the Grand Shadow Armor, Final Abyss, and watched as he saw Talos be struck by the attack as the first attack would be absorbed, but the second attack would rip the golem asunder. His ripping shadow attack formed two shuriken as he saw the daemonic visage of the captains below him. Her did not hesitate as he threw one of the shadow shuriken through Barons second attack, as it overwhelmed him and would keep its trajectory as he was aiming to fell Baron or at least bring him down a peg as the second shuriken aimed for his mentor as the Shadow of Dawn landed on the ground. If everything went as he did…Arturius would be dead as the shuriken was aimed for his skull, and Baron would at least be wounded if he was hit… [break][break]
There was no time to mourn…just as it was before, and this brought the azure glow to his eyes even brighter as his display of power illuminated the area around him. A ferocious aura would spread out as he was ready to kill everything in the area. He glanced up and saw their foe above them. ” YOU PITIFUL DAEMON! I WILL KILL EVERY FUCKING CAPTAIN TO GET TO YOU! MY PRIDE AS A HUMAN IS NO MORE! I WILL BECOME THE MONSTER YOU WISH TO SEE TO WIPE YOUR VERY EXISTENCE FROM THIS WORLD!” He spoke and was enraged as he then turned his head to Griswold and saw that there was trouble. He made a snap decision as his grimoire would react once more as the purple glow was even more intense. ”SHADOWS SWIFT JUDGEMENT” He would extend a hand into his grimoire as a sword would appear in his hand. He would then choose 5 meters ahead of him before he Threw the blade down and watched as the Senior AoE would explode and would create the 70 meter wide AoE he desired that moved at 45 meters per second. A ring of identical shadow swords that will begin to alter their paths as they make their way into the circle, then back out again over and over for the duration. Spinning as they head for the center and back out. Those caught inside are slowed and become easy targets for the blades. ”RECEIVE MY JUDGMENT AND SEE WHAT YOU HAVE CREATED! THE BLOOD IS ON MY HANDS!” He would say as the battlefield would become akin to a meat grinder as he focused all of his mana and senses to ensure he had the advantage.
For what it was worth, the miserable state the demon-corrupted captain was in did touch Griswold in the feels, it really did. At this point however, it was important to remember that these people were not the ones they knew, they were merely a simulacrum, something formed by powerful magic, an overabundance of mana and the addition of time. While they more than likely looked and behaved similar to how the real deal would have, them being individuals he himself had never truly known or known well meant that the impact it had on him was minimal. The same could not be said for Zaven, who seemed to be caught up in feeling and emotion a bit too much, which was in a way not entirely unpredictable, as most humans were like this when faced with their past. That said though, this whole thing was bringing the subject of “facing your past” to extremes.
When a field of thread was starting to form in the area underneath him, the black knight could only assume this to be the work of the demon-corrupted version of the current wizard king, Griswold continued moving just like he had before. Never touching the ground and using every bit of evasion and aerial movement to not get to where the threads were, he located the man and began closing the distance between them. Where there would be plenty of individuals that would dread moments like these, for Griswold, it was a chance to test himself against the man deemed worthy of becoming the next wizard king, to see whether all of the hype was earned or deserved.
Dashing through the air at high speeds as he made his way over, he did not really know how well versed the man was when it came to sensing things that were hard to see, let alone invisible to the naked eye. Personally, he had trained quite hard to get to a point where few things would evade his senses, even going as far as training in the foreign art of extrasensory known as Ki. And he would need all of it, as well as his speed mixed with aerial means of mobility just to evade all of the threads and shadow magic being flung around in an almost haphazardly manner. Believing that all of this was being done as a way to aid him, and was not actually aimed towards accidentally harming him in the process, if push came to shove, he knew that he’d be able to take a few hits before it would become truly problematic. And so, he would use the distraction caused by Zaven to bring his own magical might down upon Jagen.
Once the distance between the two had gotten significantly smaller, he pushed back his elbows, forming a white wolf around him that released a loud and piercing howl, releasing an invisible wave of wind that wouldn’t hurt anyone on impact. Instead, if it hit, it would create various versions of Griswold as the wolf itself dispersed. Creating a total of five clones in front of him obscuring sight, each armed with the same sword, they made their way over to Jagen with Griswold following behind. Due to the white wolf spell that summoned the clones, his speed had been further amplified by another twenty meters per second, with which he would use the clones for cover while he went in from the side in an attempt at stabbing the man in the side of the head. Hopefully, if it managed to get through his mana skin, dealing significant damage to his skull and brain might make a difference while he prepared for a follow up strike.
Maintaining Gradient Wind Spell + White Wolf Pack Physical Speed: 65 m/s
Name of Spell: Dolos Deception: White Wolf Pack Elemental Type: Air Pressure | Beast AuraRank & Spell Type: Senior | Sensory (Illusion) | Physical ReinforcementRange & Speed: 75m (AoE) | 50m/sMana Cost: 30mp | 15mp Stats Effected: 20m/sApplicable Perks: Full Blitz, Quick Shot, Area of Triumph, Description: Initiated by pushing both elbows back as if bracing for something, this creates by forming a large white wolf aura around him that releases a mighty and audible howl, releasing a shockwave of wind once it does, the shockwave is what casts the illusion upon hitting the target. As the wolf disappears shortly after releasing the howl, it is reduced to nothing more than a bunch of white zephyrs floating around him. Increasing his physical speed by 20m/s, the illusion cast creates 1 copy of themselves + 1 additional copy for every 50 Control as per the ammo rules. Each seemingly being armed with the same weaponry and visible physical reinforcement spells active at the time of casting. This illusion tampers with the senses of sight and hearing, as well as the opponents’ ability to sense mana. Affecting sight by making people physically see the clones, affecting hearing by making them hear the sound of footsteps, grunting, speech and other noises one might make in a fight, and tricking their mana sensory into believing the people they are seeing are exact copies of the original, thus making it very difficult to discern who is and who isn’t the real fighter. To see through this illusion a mage must have 60 sensory, increasing by an additional +2 for every 15 Control the user possesses. This gets reduced by an amount when used against another sensory mage, this reduction depending on the rank of the target dealing with the illusion as per the illusion rules. For every round this spell is active, it gets reduced by -2.
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[attr="class","haniascroll"]Hania could feel his head starting to hurt his hand going to his head as he was carried, he hated this feeling as it normally meant he was going to be sick, collapse or get a bunch of mishmash flashes. He knew he had to keep it together but being surrounded by the almost suffocating mana was doing a number on him. He looked at his captain as they managed to outpace the tendrils and nodded "Their stubbornness will prevent them from going down without the enemy going down first. Tenacity has its uses after all." he wasn't meaning this as an insult to either Griswold or Zaven, it was merely an observation he had made about the two men. "I have to admit it surprised me when Lydia went missing and with the others of my original group being removed that I wasn't put in charge of a new one."
The ice mage had never really been one for wanting to be in a leadership position but currently, he found himself in two. "Instead I was overlooked and two captains were brought in. One who is seriously injured and should be resting and the other who should be training with his team to take out the witch queen." he didn't like saying the word daemon and after the last time he spoke about Asmodeus he was against saying her name in case the same issue arose and he was believed to be a liability. Amostia appeared on Hania's shoulder "Not a word from you." he already knew what the spirit thought about everything that had happened thus far, to him there had been many mistakes that could and should have been avoided, he also believed that Zaven had issues on talking to people and that Griswold was as brash in his actions.
The ice mage could understand why Griswold acted the way he did within reason, if nothing else it had bought them time to get to Nero. Hania knew that he, himself wasn't the most personable person to be around but he would never speak to people he was meant to be relying on for his and the kingdom's survival on such a sensitive mission in the manner that the trio had. It was almost as if he thought they had just gotten their mantles and had no idea what the hell they were doing. To be honest he had to wonder if his captain knew what he was doing with the foolish decision he had made and forcing Jagen's hand into allowing it.
It wasn't his job to tell a person what they needed for closure but he would keep his promise to the Wizard King and make sure Ard made it back home one way or the other. He couldn't exactly say that he was in a good head space either given the situation and his mind not exactly fully on the task at hand. He trusted Winter to look after the estate as a steward in his absence but he still wondered what happened to his sister and then there was the fact that he didn't do well with darkness or the talk of daemons so he had no idea how he would handle dealing with them. Winter had made sure to send him with medicine to help with things but unless he had a moment to take it it was pretty much useless to him and he'd need to push himself until he could use it but that was an issue for another time. For now, he had to concentrate on his duties.
Hania was not really comfortable about the entire situation and so put his right hand to his chest while holding his left hand out, above it hovered a snowflake of ice that had a heavy icy mist falling from it as it creeped out of the area as to map the place in the hopes to help them know what was going around them. Eventually, the iced snowflake went from being upright to flat and a three-dimensional model of the entire city appeared on top of it that was highly detailed. There were detailed effigy of those around the area. Those who were enemies were in black ice, allies within range would be frosted while neutral or unknown persons would be clear. Each individual would have a number of snowflakes showing above their heads allowing him to perceive how strong their mana was. Hania was looking over everything until he noticed something strange.
"Captain we have a problem." he said his voice as calm as ever as he pointed to a single effigy. This one was different. Not only was it floating high above the map, but, it was black with black ice wisps coming from it and five snowflakes above it that seem to be almost cracking. He turned his eyes upwards "I believe he is the reason for our current predicament." his hand went to his head as he winced, he had no idea why he went through such pain but as always he knew he had to endure it if this kept up he knew that questions would be asked and they wouldn't be ones he would want to answer. He was pretty sure they may think him crazy or unfit to serve and neither was an option for him, more so as he had no idea why it happened as he was born with the condition.
Name of Spell: Xar'zith mapat'drachim Elemental Type: Ice Rank & Spell Type: Senior ¦ Sensory ¦ Map Range & Speed: 40m (+sensory x2) ¦ 40 m/s Mana Cost: 30 ¦ 15 Stats Effected: +9 Sensory Applicable Perks: Elemental Oddity Description: Hania activates this spell by holding his left hand out while his right goes to his chest hovering above his left hand a snowflake of ice appears, from it a heavy ice like mist falls from it and creeps out to its maximum allowed range. When it reaches the range it is able to the ice shaped like a snowflake moves to be flat, from that a highly detailed three dimensional model of the area made of ice seems to form from the iceflake. Effigy of those in the area are shown within the map with enemies being made of black ice, allies of frosted ice and neutral parties of clear ice. Above the effigy a number of snowflakes of ice will appear, the stronger mana the effigy representing holds the more snowflakes will be above it. (1 for junior, 2 for intermediate, 3 for senior, 4 for grand and 5 for archmage). The snowflakes will be of matching colour to the effigy itself.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Ardere's face turned to a sour grimace, one of confusion and contempt. His mind wandered hallowed halls of fervent thoughts and desperate measures. Only echoes of the fallen reverberated here, shadows of memories and shades of the lost. I fear none of this is right, Hania. Neither Zaven nor I were meant to be here, especially me. Something Asmodeus said when we entered has stuck with me...time. I am sorry this mission has changed so much beyond what we intended. Forces beyond our control have interfered in our affairs. But here....among the darkness....we will not be controlled any longer. I don't know where the future will take us, but we will blaze it together. We will forge our own path from here on out. Beyond these intrusive memories was a singular light; a flame. This was the fire deep inside the depths of his mind that burned away all of the darkness that lay beyond it. This is what kept him going despite the loss, despite the despair. None of that mattered now that there were those who counted on him, those who were relying on his success. For them, he'd succeed no matter the cost. No, he'd succeed and live for them too. If you have any ideas, Hania, now is the time. Otherwise I say we make it to Zaven and take this bastard in the skies out. [break][break] They were surrounded now. Only Nero's void portals stood between them and essentially an army. This was not Aamon's Tower, Asmodeus had passed his power on to those he trusted to command. Ardere had a gut feeling this was only the first of many tainted pasts they'd encounter. At the center of it all; the Forgotten Tower. The place that held his darkest memory. He'd break it down brick by fucking brick. We need to move Nero. Get us closer to the others. The Kasai's aura began to blaze, a white burning flame summoned across his mortal coil. As per usual, Hania, you are right. If it is our Pride he so desperately wants, then I'll fucking drown him in it. There's not a man alive who's given in to his pride more than me. I am the fucking pride. His eyes began to glow an intense white as for a moment, he felt no pain across his body. The adrenaline and conviction coursing through his veins washed all of that away into an endless ocean of resolve. This was his moment of power--one of the few he'd likely be given throughout this venture. [break][break] Let's go. Ardere would follow Nero wherever he led them. The man was once his Wizard King after all. He'd followed him feet first into Hell before, he'd do it again. The legions pursuing them and their Master were a problem, but he was no fool; he'd take Zaven with him. This started in shadows and flame--it would end in shadows and flame. Just like it always would, even here beyond time.
Stay close to me. Summoning as many Void portals as he could manage, Nero began to move forward as a quick pace. Aiming to make it to where the explosions were coming from, he managed to hold off the legions of Daemon attempting to pursue him and the two mages. His magic was far too powerful for them to pierce, but he'd been worn down by the Shining Stone Palace's onslaught of magical attacks. His best chance was to focus all of his energy into this defense and hold it. So he did. [break][break] Try as they might, Lucifer's Legion could not break through it. And once the Wizard King found Zaven, he was shocked by the slaughter he'd bear witness to. The disintegrating forms of his Captains shook him to his core. What was happening? I don't understand. This doesn't make sense. Dragged along on this venture, Ardere and Hania would also witness this. They would witness what was to come next as well. [break][break] To Zaven: [break][break] Far below the wings of hatred and malice for Humanity, was a warzone. Zaven had easily turned the once fortress into a Hellscape. The Captains he'd been fighting were turned to dust and shadows, even Arturius now. Something was different; as if they'd been summoned back to the darkness in which they were forged. Were they even real to begin with? Was this an alternate past or an altered memory? That was an answer for the group to find out on their own. But not before Griswold was struck was a hard hitting attack and then seemingly saved by someone else. [break][break] Zaven would now feel the mana of his former Wizard King: Nero. He'd watch the void portals he controlled begin to come down. They had company. While the Legions were not as fast as the three mages, they were relentless in their thirst. An army would soon be upon them. It was the Wizard King who'd saved Griswold and sat him somewhere safe. [break][break] To the Group: [break][break] Nor should it, Nero. You consistently defy my expectations. Even in death you resist my masters efforts. [break][break] High above in the sky, the beating of wings could be heard. Lucifer had now descended down upon them so the group could get a good look at him. His large wingspan and plated armor burst from flesh into the earthly world. His white hair flickered in the wind as his crimson eyes peered down on them. He'd been a man once, that much was obvious. But whatever Humanity once was within him was long since gone. [break][break] A Daemon....this isn't possible. Silence you foul bastard! Nero was confused and angry, rightfully so. His mana began to surge. Even in his confusion and anger, he only saw one thing; people to protect. Ardere, Zaven, and the Ravencrest needed to be protected. This much he knew. And he'd cling to that one thing tethering him to this plane--it was strong enough to keep him here. [break][break] Lucifer's dark aura began to shimmer across his form as his horns grew, black feathers molting from his wings. He was the spitting image of a fallen Seraph. You have no idea what you're up against. Dark swords began to appear behind him, each easily as long as a man and numbering in the dozen. Fallen Angel's Abyss! This was no ordinary spell he'd opened up the fight with...it was an Archmage level spell. This rain of swords would easily decimate an entire chunk of the Royal Capital if the group of mages did not intervene. All the while they had a massive group of daemons flooding in, which would be closing in one them within the minute. So quickly had the situation grown dire. [break][break] No you don't! Summoning dozens of portals to catch the swords, Nero had drawn almost all of his remaining strength out to stop this attack. For every sword, there was a void ready to disintegrate it. For every attack Lucifer had, Nero was ready to counter it. Take care of our company behind us. I'll hold him off to buy you some time. As much as I can. Ripping off his sleeves, Nero's muscles began to pulse with strength. Removing his cracked glasses, the blonde haired man threw them to the ground. He was here to fight now. With whatever power he had left. Could the others make good use of this time?
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] Zaven was bloodied, not with his own, but with the darkened, corrupted blood of his allies now turned enemies. Nothing remained but dust from the manor, debris strewn about making his shadows and the ones that danced around due to the fires seemed even more alive than previously observed. There were no bodies around, those that he killed, their corpses were gone, a thread snapped in Zaven’s head as he was holding on because he thought this was just some isolated time and space where things were distorted…only to find out there was even more fucking trickery afoot. [break][break]
He realized too late as he turned to Griswold to see him being struck down, but then saved by some unseen force. ”Fuck…” He said through gritted teeth as the portals of void and the hauntingly familiar mana of Nero appeared. He then realized the scene that had been shown to everyone as he realized he was truly something sinister and he let out a rather dark chuckle. ”So that is the play then…to cause a divide within our ranks so that we would become easier to handle then.” He gathered up his mana as he felt his muscles flex and as he looked out to see the armies all moving towards their position he looked at Nero. Before he could even speak to his former Wizard King the daemon spoke up as it made its appearance. There was a brief back and forth before a great magical spell was summoned to kill them all, but before there was even a shred of hope for the spell Nero jumped in and used his magic to protect them, but he asked for their support in return. Seeing Hania and Ardere he would then nod before taking in a breath to center himself, walking up to them he would give them a look that was not of assurance, but of bold determination. ”This looks quite bleak, so it is time I show one of my hidden cards so that we may be able to defend Nero. Now come Erebus, help me to strike down all those that stand before me.” He said as he felt his very core shake as he spat blood onto the ground, this was his first time summoning Erebus in this capacity. His grimoire shook and then shadows poured from the book until finally the pool of shadows enveloped the area in a 12 meter radius before finally the golem raised out of the shadows as if it took all the shadows that hung around the ruined battlefield. It was the embodiment of shadows and it stood there as if shrouded in an elegant black robe. It did nothing for but a second before its giant 12 meter tall form moved forward, scooping up the Shadow of Dawn as it walked forward. ”DESTROY THEM ALL!!!” He called out, not caring who was seen as friend or foe in that moment as a tinge of bloodlust filled his azure iris. The golem swept its arms wide as it wiped the battlefield around it in a cone. The screams of the enemy filled the air
[attr="class","haniascroll"]Hania looked to his captain as he was told that he feared that none of this was right. He knew now that the Green Mantis and Purple Orca captains shouldn't have been able to see through his illusions but they had somehow managed to do so by merging their abilities. They were no longer in the Clover that they knew, the rules were different, and the issue they were currently finding themselves with was that they didn't know the rules and because of this, they couldn't use them to their benefit. It also gave an additional hurdle as far as the ice mage was concerned, the fact they didn't know meant that the rules and goals could be changed at the whim of the one who ruled this particular bubble of time. They needed to put an end to it and quickly but they all knew that would be easier said than done.
"We need to figure out the rules captain, with that we can mount an effective offensive." he said simply, this wasn't the time to hide the truth at the end of the day it wasn't as if they were trying to blend in and even if they were Ard's appearance would have already proved an issue. He moved his eyes to the figure in the sky "It wouldn't have mattered how well we planned or if the people that were meant to be here were here the issue we face currently would still be the same, I would have just felt less slighted I suppose." It was out of his control and so it would be a waste of energy trying to argue the fact. 'It bothers you' the spirit sent to him through their connection 'Of course it does, I am always in another's shadow.' he sent back.
'First my well-known sister and now renowned and well-respected captains Kasai and Blake, it feels like I will always be dwarfed and never given a chance to prove myself.' he continued to the spirit, he could feel Amostia's feelings on the matter. People even now within the Crimson Lions, other squads, and noble families still viewed him as the little brother of Lydia and told him he had large shoes to fill. Some even wondered if he would be able to live up to her legacy. It wasn't everyone but more than enough that it bothered him to no end. He put away those thoughts and feelings right now, they wouldn't serve him any good after all. Every living being was prideful and he was no different, however, it was one of the few double-sided sins only one side of it was deadly.
He hadn't been paying much attention but he was always acutely aware of what was going on, after all, it would be important for their survival. He replayed what the daemon in the sky had said, sometimes he hated his memory but this wasn't one of them. "He spoke of the sin of pride..." Hania stated "He's correct in saying that we all have it but so does his own kind by the barrel in comparison to us mere mortals." he rolled his eyes because where daemons did indeed live for a long time they were far from immortal. "Pride is a double-sided sin it's a very fine line between the two sides." he explained calmly "You have the pride someone takes for doing a good job and then you have the side that believes they are better than their fellow man..." his eyes wandering up to the daemon once more "Pride's counter is humility." He said looking at the two elder men.
"I believe that the more prideful you are the easier he can manipulate those desires, that being said if you are humble and wish to serve a greater cause then he has a harder time manipulating the person." he understood how his words may sound right now "If this is the case we may need to find ways to purify the captain's darkness so they can keep fighting for the kingdom." he made eye contact with Ard as he spoke "It would explain why our current wizard king isn't effected while the captains and citizens are. They have ambitions that lead them onto the wrong side of pride... they've forgotten their humility and so lost their humanity our wizard king still remembers why he fights and what's at stake." he knew it was a long shot but it was as good a shot as any while not knowing the rules of this particular game.
Hania created a snowball in his hand and threw it at his captain's head "Hay! Have you listened to a single word I said?! We can't be prideful! He wants that! We need to starve him not indulge him!" It was unusual for the ice mage to show emotion outside of his micro-expressions but he and his captain hadn't spent a lot of time together and so he knew he wouldn't be able to read him as well as he should have been able to. It was then that he noticed the others running and moved to keep pace, he could already tell this wasn't going to be good but right now they didn't have a lot of options. It was then that they found themselves face to face with the daemon Hania's hand going to his head.
There were a few flashes as there had been countless times before but they were far more intense than he had ever felt "His name is Lucifer, first prince of..." he paused for a moment his voice showing some pain but it was almost like he had to stop himself from saying something "Asmodeus. He is the daemon of pride." he finished trying to keep his breath steady keeping his right eye closed for now. While he was telling them this it seemed as if Lucifer himself had decided that he wanted to take out half the city not caring who was hit in the process. He was still trying to process everything he saw but there wasn't enough time before he could act Nero had already started to deal with the threat, and soon enough Zaven too had also cast a spell. "WAIT..." he called out hoping it wasn't too late. "Captain that daemon is dangerous running in like that isn't going to do anything but get yourself injured" said after hearing the order to destroy everyone, this had the potential to backfire on them if they weren't smart about it.
Name of Spell: Xar'zith mapat'drachim Elemental Type: Ice Rank & Spell Type: Senior ¦ Sensory ¦ Map Range & Speed: 40m (+sensory x2) ¦ 40 m/s Mana Cost: 30 ¦ 15 Stats Effected: +9 Sensory Applicable Perks: Elemental Oddity Description: Hania activates this spell by holding his left hand out while his right goes to his chest hovering above his left hand a snowflake of ice appears, from it a heavy ice like mist falls from it and creeps out to its maximum allowed range. When it reaches the range it is able to the ice shaped like a snowflake moves to be flat, from that a highly detailed three dimensional model of the area made of ice seems to form from the iceflake. Effigy of those in the area are shown within the map with enemies being made of black ice, allies of frosted ice and neutral parties of clear ice. Above the effigy a number of snowflakes of ice will appear, the stronger mana the effigy representing holds the more snowflakes will be above it. (1 for junior, 2 for intermediate, 3 for senior, 4 for grand and 5 for archmage). The snowflakes will be of matching colour to the effigy itself.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
Lucifer's eyes blazed liken unto a new born star, bearing pride and bloodlust that knew no bounds. The scene had been set exactly as he planned; the heroes falling into his beautifully obvious trap. Zaven consumed by infantile pride and anger over those long gone, Hania unable to bring either Captain to reason, but Ardere was the most satisfying of them all--surprisingly satiating. Lucifer had not known Pride like this, not in any living man--almost impenetrable. Even he had to commend his conviction to self inflicted Pride. Did it come from a pit of devastating sorrow, overcoming infallible sorrow, or perhaps it was not even his own pride he carried--it was another's. [break][break] Zaven's Archmage spell rampaged through the Daemon's forces like a wild bull sent stomping along quiet streets. Nero managed to defy all expectations--as to be expected from a construct of a man who once held Malacath the Abyss. Lucifer's blood was pumping as if he was a Human man again, adrenaline coursing through the blackened ichor in what he called veins. A perfect plan with a perfect ending. If he could manage to continue to split them apart, they'd likely devour themselves. Perhaps then Father would actually be proud of him...I'll make you proud father, no matter what it takes. Suddenly his perfect plan and perfect ending now came crashing down. He'd been winning moments ago but now all he felt in his form was...pain... [break][break] Dark ichor dripped down from his stomach. Why? The Daemon's vision had become blurry as he looked down to see a blade of blood piercing his abdomen. Leviathan! No! Our Father told you not to intervene in my plans! Lucifer was sent flying down towards the ground, blood spiraling in his wake. The spot in the sky he once occupied was now usurped by another Daemon, one much more fish or serpent-like in nature. Bearing black spiked plate armor from head to toe, a helmet blocked the view of his face until it was slowly removed. He was a hulk of a man with azure tinted skin, golden dazzling eyes, and well kept lengthy egg-white hair. Similar to Aamon the Champion, he bore a strong stature and a strength in his eyes unlike anyone else. This man tore their world asunder, ripping apart the visage of the memory they stood in. As tears in reality began to slash through the skies, water poured from them like waterfalls. What was once the battlefield of the Shining Palace was now a shattered kingdom, a fallen city beneath the waters. Even crushed under such a vast ocean, the mages would find themselves still able to breathe. Lucifer's forces were no longer, but his form did crash into the stone pillars of the great city; Atlantis. This was Atlantis. [break][break] Thousands of bodies littered the sea of a city that had just been wiped from the face of the Earth, nearly erased from memory. But in this timeline, in this world, Leviathan conquered it. He alone sat the throne of Atlantis. [break][break] God damn you, Leviathan. You envious bastard. Lucifer coughed up blood that floated along the current of water away from him, away from the city. Zaven would find himself separated from the group far on the outskirts of Atlantis alongside Lucifer, the two just a few meters from one another. However he would also notice that nearby was a familiar face; Nero. The Wizard King had transcended the memory he'd been crafted from to accompany them, and now he sat in the rubble next to the Golden Dawn Captain. Zaven! Are you alright? Narrowing his eyes at Lucifer, he offered a hand to the shadow mage if he'd take it. Given their previous circumstances, it was also likely he'd attempt to fight Lucifer immediately. Nero was planned for this eventuality, but he would not give up, regardless of this strange form he found himself in. Stand down. For the moment, our fight ceases. Lucifer called out. We're now in my brother's domain. Leviathan. The Daemon of Envy. Letting out a heavy sigh, the Daemon began to regenerate his wounds. I should have known he'd do something like this. Father always said he was like this even when he was a Man. Tch. [break][break] Ardere and Hania stood before the throne as Leviathan slowly descended down to the stone of the Grand Palace. Fall into memory, Dragon. Wasting no time, Leviathan targeted Ardere specifically with an Archmage level illusion, one that was made specifically for him, drowning him in the memories of Ashford--the man he could no longer escape. Leviathan stared down Hania now, forming a trident of blood in his hands. Lucifer puts too much stock in his so called "elaborate plans". This is what real pain looks like. Not some cheap visage of a Human battle. A real place of loss and death. Atlantis. The most beautiful place the world has ever seen, dropped to the bottom of the ocean like cheap fishing line. Leviathan began slowly walking towards the Ravencrest as if they were friends having a normal conversation. The Crimson Lion Captain would fall into shadows, into memories of his trapped love and fallen men--his greatest mistakes. Blurred with memories of his own failings, it was likely he'd return to the broken man he'd been years ago. This is what Leviathan expected, what he thought of this "pillar" of a man, just as fallible as the rest. But he looked at Hania with interest. I'll let you pass, Hania. You may pass on to the next test and fight my Father. But you have to forsake the men you've brought with you. They're only holding you back. They don't listen to you. They won't even let you prove how strong you really are. They can both fight Archdaemon on their own, why can't you? Why shouldn't you? Leviathan spoke with a sincerity in his voice that was unexpected from a Daemon. How would Hania react? [break] Leviathan's Armored Appearance
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Ardere's moment was snatched from between his pale fingers, his do or die pride filled moment shattered in an instant. The Daemon in the sky was struck by the blade of another Fel creature, one who's mana felt far more intimidating. Standing among the clouds was the visage of an ancient warrior sent to destroy them, yet as quickly as this battlefield appeared it would now disappear. Flooding in like rivers into the sea, came Atlantis. The Divine Dragon was not allotted much time to react to such dire circumstances, nevertheless he stood steadfast alongside Hania and his comrades. Unfortunately the former was the only one who stayed there as Nero, Zaven, and even the wounded Lucifer disappeared. There were so many things he wanted to say to the Wizard King, so many more actions he wanted to apologize for. [break][break] As they were thrown from one realm to the next, he instantly recalled the legends he'd read on the Fall of Atlantis. This was not what he had read. Leviathan. The man standing before them radiated an energy akin to Aamon, something he'd never thought possible. It was likely this man was an Atlantian himself, but how? How could he be here, and a Daemon no less? The unthinkable never ceased to occur in the realm of Asmodeus, in this Temporal Grand Magic Zone. Even as it fell to the bottom of the seas, Atlantis was a wondrous beauty of a Kingdom. This was a place of sad memories and fallen mages--it reminded him of his own mind once upon a time. He could not descend into sadness again, not after all that work he'd relentlessly put in. Even so, as he ripped a blazing sword from his grimoire, the tide began to take him. These were not any ordinary waters, but memories that began to wash over him. Attempting to use his Ki to see through it, even he was unable to bypass whatever was cast upon him. [break][break] As he fell to his knees, Ardere managed to utter some parting words to his Vice Captain. Grabbing his Captain's patch and ripping it from his Royal Knights uniform, he tossed it to the feet of the Ravencrest. Hania. I'm sorry. You're going to have to take the lead on this. You can do it- In this moment and in this gesture, he offered up all of his faith and trust into his Vice and his friend. This was not his fight or his test, it was Hania's now. He did not know where Zaven or Nero had gone but he did know that if he had to put this mission in anyone else's hands, it would be him. He'd have his prideful moment, his show of conviction--but this was not that moment. He'd hoped to overwhelm the Daemon of Pride with his own, yet they stood before a Daemon with a different domain. It was one that he had not yet figured out--he'd leave that to the Ice mage. [break][break] Varisse. For just a moment, he held his beloved. And then she turned to ash, floating away into the Cloud Giant's Coliseum, into Aamon's Tower. There she would remain for all of eternity instead of with him, where she should be. In the same breath he held Silas in his arms as he died, tears falling to the stone beneath his knees. Who's memories were these? He could no longer tell. Falling endlessly through a combination of his and Ashford's memories, seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours. He'd have no idea how long this lasted on the outside. Even if Hania managed to free him, the damage was done in an instant. A moment or a year made no difference to him, he'd already fallen back into the same pit of despair. [break][break] Or had he? Somewhere in that sadness, he remembered his promise. Even in all of this pain, in this prison of his own mind he clawed at the gates, screamed in the echoed halls of memory. He was going to free her. He would help his friends--no matter what it took. The pain was immeasurable but not enough to break him. Someone had done that to him long ago and here he stood, still a man, still a Knight. Even if he couldn't fight, he was still Ardere.
[attr="class","haniascroll"]"We're all fools" was all the ice mage couldn't help but mutter, the trap had been a deliberate one and where he, himself, hadn't fallen into it both captains had done. He was not a stranger to pride but he could temper it due to what he had been through as a youth, it seemed as if it was a lesson that the two elder men hadn't yet learned and that was one of the main issues they were now currently facing. He had no idea how he knew a lot of what he did or why he got the painful flashes he's had since childhood. Currently, he blamed himself as if he got the flashes a little sooner or could have deciphered them quicker then perhaps they wouldn't be in the mess they currently were in. Then again, it wasn't as if he could just make them turn up on a whim, they needed to be triggered.
It was just then something he doubted any of them could have anticipated happened, another daemon sneak attacked Lucifer "The daemon of envy Leviathan." he said more to himself than anyone else. He was surprised to hear that Asmodeus had told Leviathan not to get involved in Lucifer's plans and had gone against the orders "I see every race has its betrayal in it." he commented "But it also seems as the grand daemon of time can't even keep control of his own progeny how does he hope to bring around the paradise he wishes with this dysfunction?" he spoke almost as if he was talking to a third party that wasn't there. He doubted he would gain an answer from the one he was actually talking to, but that was fine, everything was to happen in due time.
"He may have said for him not to but I am sure he saw it coming unlike you." he said with a shrug as he watched the shining palace fade and the waters surround them as they appeared in a city in ruins. In the water, he saw the bodies of not only warriors but of civilians. Men, women, and children all floating lifelessly around them. He wasn't too sure where they were currently but his best-educated guess would be that this was the city of Atlantis if it hadn't risen to the surface. That made absolutely no sense though as the city was said to be protected from invaders from the water spirit Undine. It would seem she either abstained from duty and turned away, was asleep, locked away, or had perished. He didn't know enough about the water spirit but he didn't think she'd forsake these people nor that she had perished.
He believed that perhaps she was still locked away in regard to this apparent timeline "Why did you kill these people? Surely, even you must understand without those beneath to serve there is no kingdom... no conquered." he would ask with genuine curiosity "Were you envious of their culture? of their wealth of knowledge? Perhaps it was even their rich history and beautiful landscape you envied and if you couldn't have it neither could they." he turned his eyes to his captain "This is the daemon Leviathan... the daemon of envy. The counter to envy is charity." he informed the fire mage 'Where's Alyssa when you need her?' he thought to himself. It was just then he realized that Ard was distressed his eyebrows furrowed as he looked back at the daemon once more. He knew his captain had decent enough Ki but had the sensory of an amoeba.
In fact, he actually believed that an amoeba had better sensory skills than his captain. Ki was all fine and well, however, it did have its limitations on how strong an illusion it couldn't be fooled by. He looked to his captain as he spoke and threw his patch at his feet. "I know I'm the biggest idiot here currently." he said sounding irritated as he picked it up his eyes going back to Leviathan to watch him walk towards him as he spoke. He moved towards his captain and placed the patch back into his hand "I made a promise to make sure you got back home one way or another and I'm not planning to go back on that." he said calmly before leaning into his ear "You have a younger sister, she is currently in Clover and if you hope to meet her then you better start playing smart."
He was through playing games now, his eyes went to his spirit partner who had appeared perched on his shoulder as the realization finally hit him 'The illusion is on Ard alone... but that means he may not have heard me... Amostia, I need you to talk to Salamander, perhaps his partner can get through to ard if he didn't hear me.' he realized it was a long shot but it was better than no shot. 'You want me to speak Ignan? Do I look like a fire spirit?' he would send back 'I know how to do it and you have no issue stepping over my boundaries so why start now?' he sent back, the spirit didn't have a comeback for that, and flew over to Ard's head and perched on it, he didn't care if he caused cuts with his talons perhaps it would help knock some sense into him.
"Shhi shiss I ihhaangerr ssissterr int if shh shhadess thi ssee sherr tshen shh neetss thi get shiss ikt thagetsherr int sstirrt lisstenig thi tshh shanlash shanh vshhi sseennss thi nhav vshit tshesss tshingss irrh. Kin ihhai tissss tshit shan thi shinn? dekiasss nnash tirrtnerr iss rrefassig thi leivh vitshhaat shinn" the ice spirit sent to the fire one hoping to stir him, he'd have ideally wanted to have said the message through a bond but he wasn't Salamander's partner nor was he a spirit of fire so this was the best he could do. Hania started walking towards Leviathan as he got to the bottom step and listened to everything that was said to him. He would be permitted to go on to the next challenge and then to his father but he would have to leave Zaven and Ard behind.
Where this did have its merits as the daemon did bring out legitimate points. Neither captain had listened to him, that in their presence he'd never be allowed to prove his strength that they had both fought archdaemons on their own so why couldn't he do the same? He stopped a few feet in front of him and closed his eyes sighing before making eye contact with him "As much as I am grateful for the offer I am going to decline it." he said his tone completely calm as he spoke "You are right, they won't listen to me but why should they? They are my superiors. They are also older than me, I do realize the irony of that given they fell into such an obvious trap earlier." he knew just because a person was older it didn't necessarily mean they were wiser that's for sure.
"I made a promise to get my captain back home and will make sure I fulfill it." he said calmly to the other as if they were having a normal conversation. "Besides, power is meant to be shared." he said watching as Asmostia came back to land on his shoulder. "Are they holding me back? Possibly but I'm still young and have much I need to learn, that means not foolishly running into places angels fear to tread." he said thoughtfully. "I am stronger than the average person my age but I train hard to sustain that, that being said, they are still stronger than me and I'm in no illusion of that fact." he continued
"Yes, they both have fought archdaemons alone, sometimes, such fights come along but this isn't one of those." he just tilted his head to the left a little and smiled "Besides, I don't have to prove anything to anyone but myself." did he hate being in people's shadows, sure, who didn't dislike such a feeling but he was able to swallow his pride about such things. He once felt envy about things when he was younger but those days had long since vanished as he honestly wanted for nothing nowadays and the one thing he did long for well there was no one to envy as no one else could have them either. For now, he just had to wait to see what happened next. He hoped that either he or Amostia got through to one of the pair if not he was likely going to have to get creative and that seemed like it was going to be a pain in the ass he didn't want to deal with.
Combat Summary
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TL;DR
Shhi shiss I ihhaangerr ssissterr int if shh shhadess thi ssee sherr tshen shh neetss thi get shiss ikt thagetsherr int sstirrt lisstenig thi tshh shanlash shanh vshhi sseennss thi nhav vshit tshesss tshingss irrh. Kin ihhai tissss tshit shan thi shinn? dekiasss nnash tirrtnerr iss rrefassig thi leivh vitshhaat shinn
Translation:
He has a younger sister and if he hopes to see her then he needs to get his act together and start listening to the only one who seems to know what these things are. Can you pass that on to him? because my partner is refusing to leave without him.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] As Zaven’s spell rampaged through the masses, Nero looked like he was holding his own. He had heard Hania’s points…he honestly felt as though playing this as too cautious will drag this on…The Shadow of Dawn was not a man that held caution close to his station. He was about to at the very least hold back enough to create a defensive line when he saw Lucifer the daemon was ran through with a blade made of blood. There was something more that was happening behind the scenes as Zaven called out. ”PREPARE FOR A TURN!” He called out to his companions but it was to no avail as a tear in their view showed a new scene unfold. ”EREBUS, throw me!” Zaven called out as he ran to his golem, but as the golem reached out and was about to throw him he was cut off as the sea of bodies that littered the streets became awash with the stench of battle and decay as Erebus was flung back with the Shadow of Dawn. He blacked out…he did not know for how long he was out for, but he felt the familiar warmth of fresh blood coat his face as he sunk back into the rubble. It was an unknown time later when he awoke and looked around…quickly realizing as he could not see anyone immediately that he wa not only…NOT dead, but he was nowhere near the daemon or his companions now as he looked around and let out an angered cry as a vein on his forehead protruded before hearing the sounds of rubble moving. [break][break]
Nero called out to him before offering him a hand up, Zaven took it before standing tall, his grimoire was near him once more as he caught the scent of daemon blood. He remembered what happened before looking at the old Wizard King. ”I am fine…angered…but fine. We need to move…I do not know where the others are, but…we came here with a goal, they are strong and if I survived…they did as well and we will meet again. Let us make haste to find these damn daemons and kill them all…” He would say as he looked with his eyes now fully alert to the area. It was then that he would catch the mana of Lucifer and he grabbed a blade from the ground before leaping out towards him brandishing the weapon to strike him down. When he was called out to and asked to strand down Zaven growled as his blade was inches from being driven into the abdomen of this damned being. He listened to Lucifer as he watched his wounds heal and he thought about running him through once again as he needed to kill this damn thing…hearing that old voice in his head…Rip…Tear…”Speak…I am no damn ally of yours and you need to die…with me and the Wizard King here…it would be a simple task…why should I keep you alive.” He spoke with purpose and hatred as his eyes began to glow reddish hues for a moment.
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[attr="class","zavenreescroll2"] Summoned Elemental Incarnate, Erebus Which…I think was either negated or destroyed…will need clarification.
I don't know where the future[break][break] will take us,[break][break] But we will blaze it together.[break][break]
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"][break] Ardere was lost....lost in the memories and regrets, floating along an empty sea of sorrows. There was no hope for him until the spell wore off... [break][break] However, in the truest parts of his mind was a rumbling, rumbling in the deep blazing chasms a King called home. His slumber would now cease as the echoes of his native tongue reverberated throughout his Master's domain. The pale dragon could not move but there was no need--a Crimson one was waking. [break][break] Hania's voice managed to pierce through the veil of memories that shielded Ardere's mind but he could not react to them. Outside tears began to roll down his face to reveal a sadness from within, but these tears would soon turn to flame as behind his amber eyes was another's visage. As his eyes turned to a draconic yellow, he stood to his feet. There was no pale aura shimmering around his form, but rather a raging scarlet fire. [break][break] Ardere was no longer at the helm. Someone else had taken over his body entirely, someone unaffected by the illusion. His skin began to crack and peel, revealing red scales underneath in a similar fashion to Spirit Dive--this was not that. As he spoke, his voice sounded doubled over with someone who had a far deeper voice, much raspier and seasoned than his own. Yet it would shake the heart of Leviathan the same. [break][break] He sees through your silver tongued lies, Daemon. Your halls are empty. Your throne is a hollow shell of envy. Ripping a titanic sword from Ardere's grimoire, the Dragon swung it at Leviathan with an incredible speed and strength, making full use of his Master's form even if he slumbered for the time being. This was God Killer, the crown jewel of King's Arsenal--the Crimson Lion's signature spell series. Only one being held such a red hot hatred for the Daemon enough to relinquish an Archmage spell at the start of the battle; Salamander. [break][break] What made the situation even more impressive than the Dragon King taking over his wielder's form was; Salamander almost never spoke. He was not known to do it. So as each word left its maw, the heat from his breath was visible. You have my thanks, Ice Spirit. I have had many Masters, many warriors over the past five hundred years. Many powerful, Godly Men, but this one.....this one I do not just call Master....I call him friend. And for what you've done to him. You'll pay. Growling at the Daemon, Salamander's aura began to blaze around Ardere with a nigh immeasurable intensity. Swinging his sword once more, he looked to Hania to give him a moment to decide his manner of attack. They needed to work together after all. Salamander had been around long enough to recognize that this Leviathan was a powerful opponent, and without the combined powers of his partner, he'd need help. So he and Hania would be forced to battle Leviathan. Together. [break][break] Deep in the endless ocean of thought, Ardere could hear his Vice's words about his sister. He could not move but he could hear him, his voice. A sister. He had to wake up. Right?
Name of Spell: King's Arsenal: God Killer[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Archmage - Attack Creation[break] Range & Speed: 300 m | 125 m/s[break] Mana Cost: 64 (32)[break] Stats Effected: +16 Power[break] Applicable Perks: Battle Knight, Mana Conservationist[break] Description: Ardere creates a katana in his hands out of pure flames. Generally the katana is of the standard length of a meter, but the user can extend that katana to a length of 300 meters at a speed of 125 m/s. This can be used for near instant piercing attacks, or even to just cut gargantuan and titanic sized enemies into pieces. A direct hit from this sword without the protection of mana skin will instantly kill you. If you manage to survive, any limbs it cuts off just turn to ash. This sword has the ability to turn a building into a pile of rubble and ash in a matter of seconds.