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Post by Zaven Blake✧ on Jun 17, 2024 14:59:44 GMT -5
EREBUS, PRIMORDIAL GOD OF SHADOW SPOILER: Click to hide Name of Spell: Erebus, Primordial God of Shadow Spell Element: Shadow Spell Rank: Elemental Incarnate Mana Cost: 64 | 32 Type of Golem: Predator Applicable Perks: Puppet Master, armament Description: 12 feet | 4 meters The shadows felt the calling of a strong mage in the material world. The shadow mage finally comes to their greatest hurdle in life and as such when they reach out for more power...they find something reaching back out for them. As such the mana gives birth to a being made purely of the element of the user, their will and the will of the ever flowing mana combine bringing forth a golem that yearns to protect its master and with a will of its own it won't fail, it won't stop, until it gets what it is after.
It attacky by sweeping through an area using its absolute force to rip and tear, gran and crush, or plain destroy any that stand in its path. It primarily uses its limbs to attack, but will resort to spells if it has to.
Erebus looks like the very thought of death, a cloak wrapped form holding an exact copy of the user's Grimoire in its slender left hand and a bow in its right. It’s face is never seen from under the hood but two glowing eyes and a shining set of teeth Mark where it’s head should be located. Always watching, always...smiling...ready to accept its next victim.
Type: Power | Durability | Sensory | Range | Speed | Health Predator: 220 | 110 | 190 | 180 | 45 m/s | Arch. + Jr.
[attr="class","header"]Siblings, a Son, a Father, and a Family.
[break] To Hania: [break][break] There is no seat at the table for me...that wasn't the deal. The only thing I crave beyond my vengeance now; is death. But I must help Asmodeus first, only then can I rest. Even if... Satan grabbed the side of his horned head, grimacing in anguish and pain. Even if it tears me apart! His mind was splintered beyond repair, beyond saving. His only course of action now was to continue to fight, to burn everything as he was told. Only in purpose could he find a moment's reprieve. [break][break] Could he, though, even then? 'Twas a question searing itself unto his mind, forever scarred. [break][break] You mean, you don't remember me, Ito? I suppose you wouldn't, would you? Or perhaps...deep down...you do. There was a flash for a moment, a flash of a Daemon that did not look like Satan. Younger. The name alone was enough to shatter reality and shake the earth beneath them. Here at the edge of time, invoking another life was dangerous. Satan did not care. He'd already forsaken everything in this life. If only he could grasp his memories one last time. Maybe he wouldn't feel like this any longer. Maybe the air he breathed wouldn't burn his lungs. You're right. My anger has always been my chain. But these chains will melt everything in their path. They're my own, now. No one else's. Not even Asmodeus! There was a different kind of anger in his voice now, a gravel-like growl as his aura began to flare up. Something was different, almost as if the strings behind him had been cut, even if just for a moment. This anger was his. Grinding his teeth, he was having trouble breathing. I don't wanna die. He was shaking. I want my family back. Not just my human one. Our family. [break][break] Satan saw the attack coming towards him. The sensory overload and raw emotions welling up inside him would prompt him to overreact, severely. Azure Hell. Blue flames began pouring out of him, Archmage flames. This was an Archmage level spell. Something was different about it. It was almost as if he was charging up. The flames managed to overpower anything Hania had thrown at him, but the flames were burning Satan too, now. It almost looked like he was imploding. There were screams coming from the flames, faces of people and memories buried in the heat and sparks. No. Not yet, dammit! Almost as if this was not the spell he had intended on activating, he began screaming and thrashing, and the strings were there again. He wasn't in control. This felt like punishment. Don't....don't let me die.. The fire began to form in a sphere that would continually expand until it could not any longer. If Hania did not find a way to deal with it, they would both be dead. The ensuing explosion could very likely kill their entire group. This was no simple spell. Asmodeus was doing this. [break][break] Stats:
-Fallen Son sustained [break][break] Azure Hell[break] Archmage [break] Attack Creation (AoE) [break] Altered to fill an entire dungeon floor, this Archmage level spell is purely offensive, azure flames consuming everything in sight. It is said that pain and memories dwell in these flames, visible to all who bear witness to them. Faces and screams can be seen and heard in the fire. What was once an ordinary AoE spell has been significantly amplified and changed by Asmodeus. How is unclear.
[break][break] To Zaven and Company: [break][break] Zaven's Golem burst forth, clearing the area for them. Artorius' magic seemed to pack enough of a punch for them to break the seal, Lucifer dashing over to them. A massive suction of air, almost as if they were burst into space, began to pulse from where the seal once was. It was a wormhole, an entry through space and time. Where it would take them? They had no idea. In the meantime, Nero began unleashing Hell on the monsters around them. Casting Void spell after Void spell, he was sweating. His eyes were glowing again, as a purple aura shimmered around him. I can still feel you. You're there, aren't you? He could hear the voice whisper in his head, calling back to him. I knew it. Then let's beat this bastard, together. Alright? Nodding, he set forth an unimaginable amount of power, clearing the area behind them for a moment, then running to the group. Alright. Everyone let's get through! Move! Move! [break][break] To Hania pt 2: [break][break] Artorius looked back to see what was happening with Hania and Satan. His eyes widened as he began to tremble. No. Dammit! Dashing back towards the two engaged in combat, he turned to look at the group for a moment. You three. I'll catch up. Get through that damn wormhole! Now! Nero and Lucifer were hesitant, but they turned to Zaven to move with him. I don't know if you can stop that, Wizard King. Lucifer was shaking too. He'd felt this power only once before. Even his arrogant self did not believe he could stop that. Their only choice was to escape and hope that Hania and Ardere could survive. I can try. I can always try. Artorius did not know what strength was left in his form, but he'd use every ounce of it to help Hania. From the best he could tell, Ardere wasn't even on the same level as them anymore. He would be safe, but the ice mage was too critical to their plan. They needed him. Hania! Shouting with all of his might, relinquishing what time magic he had left, he sent it to the Ravencrest. What he sent him was not the same spell he sent Zaven. Time Manifest: The Past! It would rewind time for Hania, allowing him to momentarily access power from his past, from another life. This was a forbidden Time magic spell lost to the ages long ago, and not something able to be cast or utilized outside of the Temporal Zone. For all intent and purposes, it was simply a powerful Archmage level Buff, but to Hania it would be much more than that. Artorius knew the dangers of what he was unlocking and what it could mean for them. He was gambling his faith in the Lion. Sorry Ardere. I gave everything I have to Zaven and Hania. The Past. The Future. You'll have to find your own out there. I'm trusting in your friends, now. Artorius let out a heavy sigh. He too was in danger if Hania failed. He wouldn't. [break][break] Hania's Buff:
[break][break] To Ardere: [break][break] You’re right, you don’t have to sacrifice yourself, because you’re stronger than I ever was. And you’re going to keep getting stronger. You can beat him. Right here. Right now, son. I have to go, but if you ever doubt that I’m watching you….simply look up to the stars and find me. Run in the fields we used to play in. Use the swords we used to practice with. Hug your mother. Just close your eyes, and my love will always be there. I love you, Ardere. Always. [break][break] As Ryoku faded away, he became a part of the universe again. A memory. A father. What he was did not matter. Only his message did. [break][break] But as he faded away and Ardere was separated from his father once more, it would become apparent he was no longer in the flames. He was standing on a floating rock. There were thousands of them, all hovering around one thing; The Forgotten Tower. It was much bigger than before, with dozens of extra floors. Doors to other timelines and realities floated in the distance, circling the Tower. Asmodeus' aura was present and powerful at the top of the Tower. This was the final level, but within it was a myriad of problems for the group to face. Their fight was nowhere near done. And Ardere was alone here, now. With the Lord of Time watching him. What would he do? [break][break] So this is the one. The one where you arrive first, Crimson King. Champion. So powerful and yet....not the one I was waiting for. You may be the strongest, Dragon, but you need a lot more than strength to defeat me. So. While we wait for the others to arrive. I dare you to come to me. To my Tower. The place where we met. Where we both lost everything. We have much to talk about, don't we? Old friend. There was a strangeness to his voice. He sounded....different...younger...
[attr="class","ardereescroll"] I love you too, Dad. Squeezing his father tightly, he kept squeezing until the only thing left of him was stardust as he floated back into the ether. Ardere inhaled sharply, sniffling and attempting to compose himself. How he'd longed to hold his father again. No one would ever believe him, but that didn't matter. He knew in his heart what he'd seen. His dad. Lysander. Nero. Silas. All of his past mistakes and regrets were here. He wore them like the cloak on his back; proud and on display for the world to see. He wasn't afraid of his mistakes any longer. Ardere had work to do after all. But first, he had to determine where he was. [break][break] Standing up, he almost lost balance as the rock his feet were upon began to move. He was floating. Getting a good look and absorbing his surroundings, he almost fainted. He was here. The Forgotten Tower. His memories of this place, the nightmares. For a moment, Ardere thought he would crumble. But he didn't. After all this time, he was okay. He did not fall over, or cry, or have flashbacks. He simply understood the situation. Oh how far he'd come. After what happened in this place, any normal person would be justified in breaking down. Taking a deep breath, he began to leap from rock to rock. I'm not the same man I was then. He could hear Asmodeus' voice, feel his energy. The Lord of Time was beckoning him. While he could have easily run in swinging and fighting, he did not. He began moving, but slowly. The group was sure to catch up once they took care of business on their floor. [break][break] For the time being, Ardere imagined he'd have a little chat with the Lord here. I've forgiven you, you know. For what happened. I understand now. You and I...we're the same, aren't we? We’ve given up so much…..lost so much….in a fruitless effort to save this wretched place. To protect these people. [break][break] We’ve spent so much time trying to save the world that we forgot the most important thing: [break][break] Who’s going to save us? [break][break] It took a lot for Ardere to say these words. But he knew who saved him. He'd always known. His friends, especially Hania. Hania saved his life. There was a time where he wanted to end himself, even if just for a moment. But he was forced to stand up and accept his pain, make use of it. To make it a weapon. And he did. He forged his pain into the strongest sword he could find. Clinging to his mother's charm, he let out a soft breath. Even though I've forgiven you. Even though I know Hania has to be here so I can stop you. I still...want to beat the life out of you with my bare hands. And I will. For just a moment, white scales began to crawl down the man's face. A glimpse of power. While he skin was not pale, nor his hair white, he was still strong. His flames were hotter than ever before, imbued with strength he had never known, not even since his fight with Aamon. Embracing his father, confronting his past. The strength gained from these feats was unimaginable. His reddish brown hair fluttered in the wind as he began to run towards the Tower. It was time.
[attr="class","haniascroll"]Hania remained where he was, for now it seemed as if the illusion had been holding but that was quickly shut down. 'Of course, it wouldn't be that easy.' he thought to himself. He could feel his partner in pain they were falling out of sync which didn't bode well for either of them but he managed to keep his mind at ease, it needed to be for now if he hoped to stay within his dive. "Just a little longer Amostia, we can get through this." he was unsure of it and his spirit felt it but at least if he was going to perish he was going to make sure that the others could continue on. The thing was he couldn't help but worry about his cousin Amaya, she was about to be with the group that was to fight Lilith and he couldn't help but feel he hadn't prepared her enough for it.
It was a strange thought to be having at this point in time but strangely it helped. 'I need to make it through this healthy enough and in time to help her prepare more.' For all he was withdrawn from his family, he did do his best to make sure they thrived and advanced. He was still worried about Amaya however as though she was a magic knight she was still primarily a socialite. He knew that the others there would keep her safe and so he was once again overthinking things but his duty was not only to keep the kingdom safe but his family. 'It'll be fine. She'll be fine' he reminded himself of the others that were in that group and so she would be in good hands or so help them they'd be in his and he'd make them pay.
It was when he heard Satan speak a name he felt a lump in his throat his head felt like it was pounding as if another was trying to claw its way out. He felt Amostia screaming in agony as if he was being snuffed out. He was petrified this wasn't meant to happen. "I'm not Ito, that daemon killed himself." he informed Satan, the flashes were far more intense than they had ever been. It had been the first time he had, had flashes while in the dive as usually Amostia guarded him from them but for some reason they were far more vivid, more powerful than outside this realm. "I really hate this." he managed to get out as he clenched his teeth. "Take it from someone who is self-loathing, the chains of hatred don't burn away anything they keep you prisoner because you can't let go." Hania was always so well put together that no one knew any of this.
He was just glad he was far enough out of earshot that no one but Satan would have heard it. He could tell that the flames were different as was the anger. It wasn't like before when there was a puppet master, there was a clarity to the anger, a greed or perhaps a need behind it. "I have no idea what you are talking about, I am human." he informed the deranged archdaemon "Besides, Ito was never human, he and his sister Lilitu were born daemons to the archdaemon Sven." Oh how he hated uttering that name, he had to admit he found it ironic that the current purple orca captain held the same name as the daemon that once took it hostage. Some force out there had a twisted sense of humour that was for sure.
His attacks had caused something to break Satan it would seem as if the flames no longer had that clarity, he guessed the puppet master was back and was none too pleased his pawn broke free. I was then he said something he knew that spell and just how dangerous it was, he still didn't know he knew half the things he did and was still in denial about the majority of what he had found out about himself since meeting the second wizard king. It was then something surprising happened, Satan begged not to die, it was clear that the ice mage had been right for all of Satan's words about wanting the world to burn and to burn alongside it he didn't want to truly perish. Yet, he could see the flames hurting him. He didn't know much about daemonic magic but he knew that magic except under some strange circumstances never harmed its owner.
So, this had to be one of those strange circumstances or someone else was at the reigns of the cart. He couldn't stop it in his current form, a dive gave a boost but it wasn't to the point of casting the most powerful spells someone like him ordinarily could. "I swear to everything holy and unholy I do not have the patience to deal with this right now." It was clear that the ice mage was irritated, he wasn't even hiding it in his undertones as he usually did, not like he could while in his dive as Amostia didn't know boundaries and if he did he certainly had never cared about them and it seemed now was no different. Hearing his name being called he turned his eyes back "I'm a little busy can it wait?" he would ask still wondering how the hell he was going to deal with the flaming ball of death in front of him.
It was when he was hit with Artorius's spell he screamed out, he felt Amostia being ripped from him the bond not just fading or torn but being completely destroyed. It felt as if part of his own soul was being erased with it, it put the ice mage in a panic; his partner was gone forcing him out of his dive. He was about to fall to his knees ready to curl up and accept his fate. He couldn't help but wonder what the hell he had done in any past life of his that warranted him to keep being treated in such a manner. That, however, didn't happen. He was standing firm but his skin tone had turned ashen, his eyes were storm grey, the long white hair he once had was now short and black and he had a set of black lung dragon horns.
The clothing looked far more Western than what Hania himself would be caught dead in but he didn't have that much control over the form. "Seems like he still has some sort of control." he noted touching the forms, his eyes went back to Artorius "You and I will have words after this." it wasn't a request that much was clear from his tone as he floated up and across to Satan. "I see you're still hurting yourself Satan." he said moving a single finger to the flaming orb, the moment he touched it it vanished. "You never were the brightest pyerfly now were you." he said floating closer to Satan. "I will cut his strings on you but you need to stop this infernal war with yourself or you will end up dead. I'll happily be the one to do it too given what I feel like right now" he scolded.
He was so close to the other now that neither of them would be able to dodge an attack. "Father never exiled you like you believed Satan; if he didn't have some sort of use for you he'd have never made you into one of us. I know because I tried to talk you out of accepting the dark gift." he said though sighed before dragging him into a hug. Ito was never one for touching except for under certain circumstances, he knew right now Satan needed to find peace and only then could the strings truly be broken "Naqunr saeza, l'ta iz loiq maen esaeu. I yor raeq kae rael, haeaet omqabbi sabbi maen za oth I lizz tizz esaeu zeszahm im l'ta kaq sunq. Gae esaeu uthabbiedoth?" he would say.
He was telling him to return to the daemonic realm and take care of Lilitu since he could no longer do it himself. He was prepared to fight Satan if he needed to but he was quite sure that this would fulfil his want for family to be returned to him. "Now get out of here and don't return or I will kill you." he said letting him go and floating back awaiting what was about to happen next. If Satan remained he would continue to fight but if he left he would move over to Artorius and punch him the eyes flickered to being ice blue, tears were falling. He was yet again robbed of a choice and it cost him something he held dear. "I will never forgive you." though the form remained Hania's voice could be heard within Ito's.
Combat Summary
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TL;DR
Elements are fluctuating between Hania's ice and Ito's light/dark
Naqunr saeza, l'ta iz loiq maen esaeu. I yor raeq kae rael, haeaet omqabbi sabbi maen za oth I lizz tizz esaeu zeszahm im l'ta kaq sunq. Gae esaeu uthabbiedoth? - Return home, she is waiting for you. I can not go back any longer, so, I am asking you to look after her for me. Remember, I will kill you myself if she gets hurt. Do you understand?
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"]To be completely honest, I believe I have the correct answer on my post. Now that I have said, it is questionable as to I thought correctly, but I am going to swing as I am sure I have seen the appropriate. Sorry if looks or sounds wrong Also I am not counting THIS here little thing as towards the movements of words.. Sorry if my amount or what I did was bad, but I believed I did in the amount and what I was allowed with, Thank you both. [break][break]
Zaven put down his attacks and the way he moved as if it was a wear to not only get to where they could move to where they could get to Ardere…However he wanted to ensure a way to cause a push. It was not just a simple look at what Zaven was doing, he was trying to be the best he could and he roared and the golem made a similar chain sound…only because of how strong he was trying his best. He was pushed the flames and thouse that continued to to cause a stop. Even with the push to allow him to do more, but also because of the heat there made him just look…quite a steamy situation. ”This is what I can do, damn rageful hott flames, all that I can do I will not stop, do not be wo…” However it not was show that everything was opening so that there could have been a movement forward. Everyone was going through their own movements and just performing their best. Once the flames were at least put away and steam was following. They needed to know what they needed as of that moment RIGHT THEN as Zaven ensured that he continued to move to the others it was quick. There was movements and visions that saw about how they seemed that the following was pushed to something even further more. [break][break]
Then there was a movement and Zaven felt a space open and a tugging matter as the are was being opened. He looked and saw that as the portal was help and the other issues were made disfunctioning fellows. Zaven wanted to speak further but the damn pull towards to the portal made Zaven watch everything that was going on here now. ”So what the hell…what do we make sure that we can…” The pull now was becoming even more just a grab as if there was nothing more. Hania then seemed like there was something further more as there was…talk that made Zaven just want to send out a grather what he needed. As his grimoire felt that it was beginning to move he jumped up and over as he looked to everyone and spoke. ”We will get through this and make sure there is a final issue that we can continue in.” He did not know but he went into the portal as it was cleared to do so and he was hoping he was getting where Adere was already in an issue.
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[attr="class","zavenstat2"]COMBAT SUMMARY
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[attr="class","zavenreescroll2"] TLDR Still keeping it going the Archmage Golem that is messed up on my grimire so the link would not work properly. Down to 460? I believe as he canceled the last spell before the new Golem.
EREBUS, PRIMORDIAL GOD OF SHADOW Name of Spell: Erebus, Primordial God of Shadow Spell Element: Shadow Spell Rank: Elemental Incarnate Mana Cost: 64 | 32 Type of Golem: Predator Applicable Perks: Puppet Master, armament Description: 12 feet | 4 meters The shadows felt the calling of a strong mage in the material world. The shadow mage finally comes to their greatest hurdle in life and as such when they reach out for more power...they find something reaching back out for them. As such the mana gives birth to a being made purely of the element of the user, their will and the will of the ever flowing mana combine bringing forth a golem that yearns to protect its master and with a will of its own it won't fail, it won't stop, until it gets what it is after.
It attacky by sweeping through an area using its absolute force to rip and tear, gran and crush, or plain destroy any that stand in its path. It primarily uses its limbs to attack, but will resort to spells if it has to.
Erebus looks like the very thought of death, a cloak wrapped form holding an exact copy of the user's Grimoire in its slender left hand and a bow in its right. It’s face is never seen from under the hood but two glowing eyes and a shining set of teeth Mark where it’s head should be located. Always watching, always...smiling...ready to accept its next victim.
Type: Power | Durability | Sensory | Range | Speed | Health Predator: 220 | 110 | 190 | 180 | 45 m/s | Arch. + Jr.
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2024 13:40:36 GMT -5 by Zaven Blake✧
[break] Hania and Artorius: [break][break] Satan nodded. The strings were cut, permanent as best he could tell. The pain however, would never cease until he challenged his demons, both internal and external. I will. The words exchanged between two brothers, two real brothers, were powerful. He was akin to Ito in a much deeper way than Lucifer or the others, but that did not write off his sins. His sin would burn everything here. The Daemon could only be grateful that these flames were ferried away by another. That was between himself, and the Crimson King. Perhaps I was focused on the wrong battle. I won't make that mistake again. And with those words, Satan disappeared into the ether. What stood below them, was something even Asmodeus should fear. [break][break] The Wizard King rung his head in shame. He knew what would have happened if he did not intervene, but that did not mean he was without regret. Even with his knowledge of what lay ahead, he had thought Asmodeus would have been the one to unlock Ito. Was his power stronger than even he'd anticipated? It should have been his partner. It shouldn't have been now. It shouldn't have been him! But that would have simply shifted the blame, wouldn't it? Intentions meant nothing if the outcome was destructive. In truth, Artorius was still to blame for all of this. He'd failed alongside Asmodeus. If he'd been stronger, then none of this would have ever happened. But he could not fall into the abyss of his mistakes. He had to own them. They were his responsibility to make right. I wouldn't expect you to forgive me, nor ask for it. However, if we do not move quickly, Ardere's life is at risk. Artorius could feel the Kasai's heat. He was moving forwards Asmodeus, closer than ever before. If the Captain engaged alone, the risk incurred would be far too great. Nothing here is permanent. Not Life. Not even Death. Letting out a heavy breath, he was shaking a bit. Tightening his grip, he summoned a rapier from out of thin air. Damn this curse. I will make things right. [break][break] And as if there was some sort of dramatic irony, both Hania/Ito and Artorius would feel the ground collapse beneath them. Falling into a massive pit, they entered a wormhole. Being stretched apart through time and space, they could feel every atom in their bodies break down and rebuild, even the spirit formed King. They were suddenly launched somewhere else, somewhere unfamiliar to them, yet not. They were at the top of the Forgotten Tower. Even though neither had stood here, they both knew it to be true. Standing on top of water, it felt like they were walking on a lake that they could not fall in. Chunks of broken rubble and tower floated around them, as time itself was ripped apart in the distance. [break][break] Where was Asmodeus? He should be exactly where they were standing. Artorius could feel him. He was close. But where? [break][break] Ardere is close, but so is he. Dammit. You leave him alone, Asmodeus! Stabbing his rapier down into the ground, golden Time magic began to fill the grounds, dozens of magical seals appearing from out of thin air. Artorius was a lot more powerful here at the epicenter of everything, even moreso than he expected. He'd force out their enemy to give the others time to catch up. [break][break] Zaven, Lucifer, and Nero: [break][break] As the trio entered the portal, they did not find themselves at the Forgotten Tower quite yet, rather they stood in a long hallway. This hall was full of flittering lights and colors, flashes of distant realities and timelines. They were in the Infinite Corridor. This was no simply wormhole, but a pathway between all words--similar to the place they had been before Sosshi, but rather than outside of time and space, they were a part of it all. [break][break] Zaven could see his own memories on the walls of this place, as could Lucifer and Nero. Betwixt these memories, were many they did not recognize, from alternate versions of themselves. [break][break] This is everything. All of it. And we must traverse it to get to the end. Together. A shadow of a man. A Daemon. And a Knight who thinks he's weaker than he is. What a trio we make. Nero chuckled. Let's do this. I want my last act with this life to be....meaningful. Lucifer smiled. As if your entire existence hasn't. All you Wizard Kings are foolish, aren't you? Nero laughed in response. It's in our nature, I suspect. Alright, Zaven. Lead us forward. The path to the Forgotten Tower was Treacherous, but they need only confront themselves along the way, no other enemies. [break][break] Ardere: [break][break] No, Crimson King. You and I are not alike. But you are like him. Asmodeus thought of his counterpart, a man he once called his best friend and partner. So selfless. So strong. So brave. But so foolish, naive, short sighted. You only see individual lives, not the big picture. Not at all. The Time Lord was floating above the top of the staircase as Ardere entered the Tower. Waving a hand, the stairs began to turn to dust, floating away in the stale wind here. No one will save us, Ardere. Because that is where our similarities do exist. We're both cursed. A smile curled up his devilish lips, as he floated downwards towards the Knight. I'm sure you could, couldn't you? The strength that surpassed Aamon. How I wish it could have been you. It probably should have been. That adamant, relentless strength you have. But the multiverse delights in cruelty. So your friend was chosen instead. However, if you wish us to fight then- Asmodeus froze for a moment, he slowly turned to look back up to the top of the Tower. You crafty bastard. Hmm. If you can make it to the top of the Tower again, Ardere, we'll have our fight. If you still wish it, after eternity. Disappearing, the Archdaemon swiftly reappeared before Artorius and Hania. They'd notice it now too. He was young, in his prime once again, not the old and decrepit Daemon he had become, cursed and aged by Time. Even Artorius could hardly recognize him. What have you done to yourself? [break][break] Everything. And so the final confrontation would begin, the group scattered once again. [break][break] Down below, Ardere would find everything crumbling beneath him as enemies closed in to stop him. But what he would find on the next level of the Tower was all too familiar to him, Silas himself stood, waiting for him. Hey, Cap.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Ardere reached a hand out, summoning his King's Arsenal: Siegfried, three swords bursting forth in pale flames behind his commanding stature. He could feel his muscles pulsing like they used to, his reddish brown hair fluttering in the stale breeze. Grabbing two of them in his grip, he dashed forward to engage this younger looking Asmodeus. I would say I'm flattered, but I'd rather just kick your ass. This tower brought back so many memories. Everything changed here. Everything. What did Asmodeus mean? What should he have been? Out of all of the possible outcomes, why had he chosen this path? Was Fate playing a part, or had his intervention changed everything? [break][break] He was here for a reason. [break][break] The fire mage was not foolish enough to think he could defeat Asmodeus alone, but he could have bought the group some time to catch up. The flames of wrath were flowing through him now, but they were his own. He only ever needed his own now, the Captain and Salamander. He could feel the Dragon stirring again. And just like that, his foe disappeared. Dammit. Where did you- Looking up to the top of the Tower, he could see it, the golden Time magic rippling throughout the walls. Artorius... Kicking off of the wall, Ardere leaped from one set of stairs to next as they withered away beneath his feet. Finding himself in a precarious position, he was now forced to climb this Tower once again. [break][break] It was quite larger than he remembered. [break][break] Maybe we are cursed, but I'll still beat you. We will. Just hold on, everyone. Dashing forward, he kept his grip on his swords tight, entering the next room. What he found on the first level of this Tower was not something he expect, not at all. Staring down his former Vice Captain and best friend, he had somber eyes and a heavy heart. Just when he'd gotten past it. [break][break] I suppose it would be you, wouldn't it? Letting out a soft breath, his aura began to flare up. Whatever this was, he wasn't going to let it stop him. This wasn't like his father, or Nero. This was a ruse from Time. But that didn't matter to his heart, did it? It was still painful, and despite that he pressed on. Walking towards Silas filled with strength, Ardere let out a breath filled with steam. Scales were beginning to crawl across his skin again. There was an Awakening he'd found in the azure flames, different from what he'd become during his fight with Aamon. This was not some sort of curse or hidden potential, it was simply a byproduct of what he'd always done, and his bond with Salamander. I'm moving past you. If you want to stop me, feel free to try. Old friend.
[attr="class","haniascroll"]Ito would look at Satan "I will hold you to those words." he said his voice without emotion, the daemon was calculating in all things that he did and played everything close to his chest so that nothing could be used against him. It wasn't worth it to him, the one time he did allow that barrier to be lowered well it was something he would rather not think about at current. Even though Satan hadn't been born like himself or Lilitu he had still been given his rebirth from the same archdaemon and so that indeed made them family. "It hasn't been the first time you have let your rage take over your common sense but I hope you understand this time what it almost made you lose and so will manage to control it this time." he said his eyes locked onto Satan's
"Because next time I won't save you in this method, I will kill you like a rabid dog." Satan would be able to tell that the daemon in front of him wasn't bluffing and would follow through with his threat if that time ever came. He watched as Satan vanished into the ether before the ice mage took control for a moment and punched Artorius with a hatred that had never been seen within the ice mage before. "I know sacrifice is required in this line of work." his words were dripping with absolute hatred for the second wizard king "Every member of my family understands what war means and that it may mean sacrificing ourselves or those we love for the protection of the kingdom." it was clear he wanted to rip this man's head off, he was done with this entire ordeal, he walked in with a spirit partner and was walking out as the very thing they were here to stop.
"I understand the situation was dire but there were ways to stop or avoid it. This..." he moved his left hand around him "This isn't the real Sosshi and like in Atlantis when we landed there nothing would have been lost. Would we have been severely hurt, yes but we would have survived it!" to him Artorius had panicked and it had caused him to take the easy route out and the only person who had paid the price for it was him. As the second wizard king spoke to him it was like throwing oil on the flames, it just made that hatred burn hotter "I AM NEVER FORGIVING YOU! I FELT AMOSTIA BEING SNUFFED OUT! HIS EVERY EMOTION, HIS PAIN... HIS DEATH AND OBLITERATION... I FELT EACH AND EVERY PAINFUL SECOND OF IT!" he gripped his hands so tight blood started to drip from them.
"So that's what this comes down to? You decide to take the easy way out... thus preventing me and Amostia from deciding our path and turning me into an archdaemon in the process because you want to save my captain?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Well, it's not like I have a fucking choice anymore since you robbed me of it!" he was done with this, he wanted out and would be glad when it was over and done with because he wouldn't have to deal with this bullshit going forward as he was retiring and becoming a hermit, the entire world could burn going forward for all he cared. "You are no better than your partner and let me tell you this, out of the two of you I'm more inclined to kill you than him." he said just as the ground crumbled moving them through a wormhole.
Ito claimed control again as they emerged as shown by the storm-grey eyes "If death was permanent then I wouldn't be here now would I?" he said his voice again calm "Don't get me wrong, ordinarily I would be thankful for the second chance at life, but I find myself agreeing with my currently overly emotional counter-part. You are a bastard." he would state listening to what was said next "There is no way to make this right Artorius and any attempt to try and fix it will only be more harmful we both know this." he said with a knowing smirk. Ito was a daemon with a perfect memory, he was an observer which helped him tactically with the outcomes of scenarios.
He took this moment to look around "Hm..." he muttered as he walked to the edge "It's been quite a while since I've seen this tower, all be it not from the roof." he stated turning once more "I understand that Lord Asmodeus has gone insane, but, that insanity hasn't only infected him now has it." he said keeping his eyes on Artorius. They now came as a pair after all they had created a pact so what affected one would affect the other. It wasn't like Ito and Hania as they hadn't formed any pact; the ice mage was the daemon's reincarnation which made their situation an odd one, to say the least. "He's going to have to get used to these horns because they're not gonna go away." he said to himself, he could feel the ice mage's self-loathing and knew it would only increase thanks to his new feature.
"You must be insane if you think Lord Asmodeus is going to listen to you. I don't even want to listen to you but here we are." Ito rolled his eyes watching as time ripped itself apart. He looked over his shoulder to see what Artorius was doing "So we are to be the bait to give the others time, ironic." he said with a sigh "Neither myself nor my counterpart wants any part in this half-baked plan of yours, however, I am curious..." his eyes narrowed a little "What was your end game? What were you hoping to achieve by doing what you did to the child? What part do he and I have to play in this whole situation and don't insult my intelligence and lie to me." it was clear he wanted transparency and it was the only way he would help.
Combat Summary
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Elements are fluctuating between Hania's ice and Ito's light/dark
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"]To be completely honest, I believe Zaven moved through the portals that were made at that moment, along with the others with him. He did not stop as he knew this was the last fight he would give with Ardere. At least it was HERE, and it was not in a bad tone…they fought a LOT together, and he happened to travel without even noticing all that had happened. The rest of his life came in just mere memory pisces, but even places that caught him off of where he was. He wanted answers, but he would not do so much to look to where his place was a different time and place. [break][break]
There was a clear push to where it needed to be, soon there were even more movements as they were taken to the new place. The place of the Forgotten Tower, a place that reminds Zaven of quite an alternate form. This was THEIR movement to their combat, here it was also Nero and Lucifer, and with this now Zaven landed with the two. Their speaking on the way there told him that this was like a last appropriate effort of things. It was as if everything just seemed like fading to…black and as each approached to their seemingly appropriate place it was as if they were placed in an arena-like place on the wing of the tower. That is when he began to speak and did not give everyone there a moment as his golem landed behind him. “ Well life, it seems, will fade away as long as we all just took up drifting further, every day. If I go getting lost within myself…overall it will be as if nothing in this life matters, and no one else will.” He finished the first speech as it was like he was singing at the moment and then a smile came out of his mouth. He then raised his pose as his golem stepped in more in line as it was about to be great combat…they had to join Ardere. ” Then there was once I had lost the will to live and I felt like a bastard…With as this simply meant that I had nothing more to give.” He then began to run towards this new take on him as he was going to start and finish this damn fight so he could continue moving. ” There is damn near nothing more for me, definitely that If I need the end to set me free. It is NOT here!” [break][break]
That was when he hoped the others were joining in their fights. As he swung his arm he was stepping forward as his golem moved to the same placement of fist. In his mind, he was just hoping that he could get to causing the stroke so that his team could feel it just as much as he was. The master of Shadows, and the one that FADES to black.
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[attr="class","zavenreescroll2"] TLDR I tried my best here, Thank you all.
[break] To Hania: [break][break] Oh, my dear Ito, you are just a means to an end. It's the other one I want. Waving his hands, Asmodeus began to cast a sort of spell that took effect only on Hania. Time Magic: Resonance Attempting to push Ito to the back and bring forth Hania, the duo would feel their very soul battered and beaten. Asmodeus was clearly more powerful than before. Artorius knew this. He'd always known this, and yet he could not stop it. How useless he was. Everything he'd planned was going awry, all except for one thing; the man barreling his way below them. [break][break] Hania. It's you. Always been you. The only one beyond my total control. Out of every possible future, every potential outcome out of billions, you are the constant. It's always you. I could flatten every reality, level every timeline, and you'd still be standing there. I didn't create you child. You always existed. The Shattering just plucked you out of your former existence. I can't remake this world without you. [break][break] Artorius was shaking now. Something was wrong. He could feel his own soul flittering in and out of existence. It was you, wasn't it? You changed my fucking spells?! Hania. Don't listen to him. He kil- Artorius disappeared with the snap of a finger. Where he'd gone, Hania/Ito would have no idea. It was almost as if he'd been erased. Shut up, you fool. You think you could cast spells here properly? Imbecile. It's no one's fault but his own. [break][break] Asmodeus took a deep breath, eying down the duo. As you've gathered, I cannot utilize my magic properly on you. Everything from this point on is your choice. You don't have to live in a world where Amostia is dead and Ito is also dead. You need not choose between two lives. You only need take my hand. The laws of this world say a spirit and daemon cannot exist together. I say be damned with those laws. Damn them all! Hania. Ito. This world is crumbling. I've seen it. I spent a thousand years thinking it was my choice alone, my burden, but I have you too. The Constant. Holding out a hand, time magic began to flicker in his grasp, revealing what appeared to be the shards of a soul; Amostia's. Time can restore anything. Especially here. Don't let that old fool's words sway you. He never had a choice himself. I never had a choice. Neither did you. So let's make one, right here, right now. To save the world. Asmodeus knew he needed Hania. He was the key to fulfilling their destiny. While he was ungodly powerful now, he was not without limits, even here in this place. In reality, was he even telling the truth? Was this all just an illusion? The duo standing before the Lord here had no way of knowing, unless they trusted their instincts. [break][break] To Zaven: [break][break] The trio would find themselves standing before a Tower, a vast Forgotten Tower that one of the men would remember very well. All of those who fought there would remember it until their death, and perhaps well beyond it. It was the sort of cataclysmic event that changed everything, and so few remembered the world before. Nero and Lucifer did not share the same emotions towards it, but even they could feel the power emanating from its stone and gravel, the very essence of the tower exuded into the universe. [break][break] Before them were no enemies, only a broken staircase covered in scorch marks. The mana here was familiar, it was Ardere's. They'd know their Crimson King had now been here. They could feel an even more powerful presence above, Asmodeus. Artorius was there too, for a moment. And a mana signature that felt like Hania's, but also like someone else's. Even with low Sensory, they could feel this. The mana in the air was almost viscous. [break][break] There was a rumbling far beyond the tower, into the reaches of time itself. Something was being torn asunder. The entire group began to get the feeling that they were on a sort of time limit now, before this place began to crumble and with it; their world. Ardere...I hope you're being careful. Letting out a sigh, Nero began to roll up his sleeves. He felt a responsibility to the group, but especially to the Kasai. What he'd been through because of Nero's shortcomings left a heavy weight on him, one he intended on carrying to the end of this. But he could not let that boy die here, not with how much he owed him. [break][break] This place...I never thought I'd see it like this...crumbling. Father has lost control of it all. I just don't understand why. What is that missing piece he's been searching for all this time? Closing his eyes and letting out a heavy breath, he summoned a dark greatsword to his grip. I plan on asking him myself. [break][break] While there were no enemies, the group knew their ascent would not be without a fight. Each man standing there could feel it. [break][break] To Ardere: [break][break] You always were a rebel, Cap. I shouldn't be surprised you don't want to see me. Silas, or the presumed imposter of his leaned his head back and let out a soft breath, smiling. Even so, does that make me any less real? Our bond any less real? I just want to make sure you're ready, old man. Dashing towards him, the magma mage began to cast an offensive spell, utilizing his sword to swing at the Divine Dragon. And suddenly a man appeared behind the former Captain and knocked him out. The time illusion was immediately dispelled and standing before the Lion was someone he recognized very well; Artorius. [break][break] Artorius couldn't be snuffed out by Asmodeus, not when the latter was still using the former's body. He could displace him, but not for long. Sorry to break up your reunion, Ardere. But you and I both know you have no time for illusions. Silas loved you. And it's not your fault he's gone. But you know that. There's no need to torture you about it constantly. You've been through enough, haven't you? Tears began to roll down the former Wizard King's face as he struggled to stand. I've made a mistake. I trusted my own magic when I know that I never should have. I only wanted to help all of you, to let you youngsters live on. You've all been through so much. But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, isn't it? I don't mind if that's where I'm going. As long as the three of you don't. I can pay for my mistakes, but you shouldn't too. I fear, it may be too late to right my wrong with Hania. Asmodeus....he's warped my magic. Dammit. I should have known better. But there may be one thing I can do for you, Ardere. If you trust me. It'll be my last living act. If you'll allow me to rest with some dignity, that is. I understand if...you see what I've done and cannot forgive me yourself. Artorius showed a projection to Ardere of what happened, the events with Hania and Ito, and what currently was transpiring above them. Not that he couldn't feel it himself. [break][break] Artorius braced himself to be beaten again. He may not have intended for Amostia or Hania to suffer, but he knew the consequences of his own actions. Ardere was strong, probably stronger than he had any right being. This would likely hurt. [break][break] GM Note:
(Everyone in the event is granted +150 mana due to the overwhelming amount of it in the area, as well as their Archmage spell usage reset, allowing them to utilize another in this thread if they wish)
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] [break][break] Ardere stopped dead in his tracks to hear Silas' words. How he missed that rash voice of his, his incessant need to pester him. He was a good Vice Captain, and a good Captain. My dear boy, I've been ready for this a long, long time. Turning around, ready to disperse this illusion crafted by his grandest foe, the spell was dispersed by another. Zaven? One of the boys? Who could have possibly come to his aid here, in the Tower? Looking over to see who it was, he scoffed. I may have, but I don't mind the reminders sometimes. The universe seemed hellbent on making sure I never forget it, it would seem. But shouldn't you be with the others? What's going on up to- He could feel it. [break][break] Every hair on the Crimson King's body stood up. He could piece together the mana signature above them, but why was Artorius here? He should be up there helping Hania. What did you do? The aura oozing from the Captain was powerful, and more intimidating than usual. Behind him was the visage of Salamander, angered and bellowing with a deep roar. The two of them knew something was wrong, and as they watched the images before them, this aura only intensified. The very ground beneath the mage began to heat up and crack as he dashed over to Artorius with the intensity only murderous intent could provide. Grabbing the man by the collar, his eyes were a pale white, flames to match pillowing out of them. He was moments away from entering his Spirit Dive just to try and destroy the spirit. Gah! Growling, he was shaking, conflicted about what to do. Artorius was perhaps their greatest ally here, but now he felt like their worst enemy. In truth, he should have known Asmodeus would use his former partner against them. [break][break] I know what you were trying to do. And I know it's not entirely your fault. It's not even entirely Asmodeus' fault anymore. This whole situation is fucked. And truthfully, you and I share the same fault. We walk the same road to Hell. I, by all rights, shouldn't be here. I risked their lives in some false heroic attempt at revenge against the man who took my boy from me. But I won't make that mistake again either. They need my strength. I know that now. Hania might have the world on his shoulders, but I will bear that weight with him! And Zaven! And Nero! Even...Lucifer....even...you. We all bear that weight together. So we stop wallowing, and we stop Asmodeus, now! Rewriting the universe is no way no save it. He's not a god. It's not his choice. He won't take it away from us! Maybe we do all deserve to die. Maybe humanity is cursed. But it's our choice, our path. That's what it means to be alive. So get to your feet, Wizard King, and lend me your aid. Holding a hand out for the spirit to take, his mana began to spike again. [break][break] Let me show you why I'm the Champion, Artorius. Salamander returned to Ardere's form, as the man's skin began to shift into scales. Grabbing Artoirus and dashing off at an intense speed, he would notice the horns that began to sprout, the legs and arms that bore claws now. He was no more man than dragon, and no more dragon than man. This was nearly the perfect unison of the two, but it was no Spirit Dive. This was an Archmage spell: King's Flame: Champion Resonance The duo, as they would be now, rather than a trio, took off to the next level of the Forgotten Tower. I've realized, I am not just the King....or the Dragon....I've always been both. And I always will be both. I am no more one than the other. Crimson King. Divine Dragon. What he thought were two separate eras, had become one, just as they were always meant to. His bond and comradery with Salamander was unparalleled. They had absolute trust in one another, unwavering, unyielding to a fault. This is the strength that carried them towards their foe.
Name of Spell: King's Flame: Champion Resonance[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Archmage | Transformation/Physical Reinforcement[break] Range & Speed: Self | 80 m/s (Transportation)[break] Mana Cost: 64 | 32[break] Stats Effected: Speed | +40 m/s[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Predator's Mutation.[break] Description: As a tribute to Salamander and Aamon, Ardere's entire body undergoes a transformation not dissimilar to his Ryujin spell. Skin turns to pale scales and laterals into wings that allow flight at an intense speed, all while the user's size increases proportionally by 50 inches on all sides into a dragon-like warror fitted with claws and two large, twirled horns. This transformation is accompanied by a speed buff and the ability to carry up to 15 passengers. If someone did not see the Transformation occur directly, it will require 100 Sensory to see through this Transformation via the Transfiguration rules. (Note that, per each 10 control the user has, +2 extra sensory will be needed to sense the transformation.)
[attr="class","haniascroll"]Ito turned his eyes to Asmodeus as he spoke "Considering your age my lord, you are as much a fool as the rest of those here but they at least are children." he said his tone calm "We are one and the same." he could feel like he was being pushed back but he managed to keep some sort of footing, the left eye, however, became ice blue showing the ice mage was there and aware. They could tell he was stronger in this place but it made sense given where they were. His eyes turned to Artorius it was clear to the former Wizard King and the Archdaemon that the male was over this entire situation, it had been nothing but emotional and spiritual acrobatics since Belzebub started looking at him as if he was the last cupcake in the bakery.
He watched as Artorius tried to speak but was banished, he'd prefer not to be around him at current because even if Asmodeus had interfered with the spell it was still Artorius who cast it. To the ice mage he was just as if not more guilty for trying to interfere with him in such a method. As Asmodeus started to speak to him he remained completely silent until he had finished. He had gone over everything with a fine toothcomb internally "I'm not so special to be a constant, nor do I believe that if you decided to crash every timeline would I still be standing as I said I am not that special." he said showing he wasn't buying whatever he was trying to sell. "I am fully aware you didn't create me, that would be the two hateful donors that are meant to be my parents that have done such a thing." he said wondering where this was going.
Hearing that he was needed to remake the world made him quirk his eyebrows for a moment "Not interested." It really was as simple as that. As Amostia was brought up he glared, it was a freshly open wound and not one that anyone should be poking at. "Amostia isn't dead, he no longer exists" his voice dripping with vitriol, even if Amostia was merely dead he wouldn't accept the spirit back as he firmly believed that the dead should remain that way. "And you must be a dullard if you think that a spirit and a daemon can reside in the same body. They are opposite forces and would tear the host/partner apart, one of them would end up dead causing damage to the host/partner or one would end up subservient to the other which would still end up with adverse effects on the host/partner so not interested." the ice mage stated.
"My lord the world might be crumbling but you aren't doing it any favours with what you are doing. You once had a noble intention of saving the world by defeating the devils and here you are just speeding the devil's plans forward." he said his voice as analytical as it had always been. Their eyes moved to what Asmodeus had in his hand, all that it looked like were crystalline shards "You want to gain my trust by lying to me? Not a smart move on your part." he stated his voice sounding irritated "You are unable to restore what no longer exists." he said his voice cold "And even if that wasn't the case I know that isn't Amostia, I feel nothing from it." it was clear it was so painful to him but he was managing to keep it together.
"It's true. I never had a choice to be born how I was. I never had a choice to be kept in a room without light for five years only being allowed out of it for thirty minutes at night. I never had a choice when it came to being abused both emotionally and physically by the people who were meant to care and protect me. I never had the choice to protect the woman who was maimed and disfigured to take care of me. I never had a choice to be taken out in the day to see that not everything was darkness. I didn't have the choice not to protect her. I didn't have a choice to be sent to Clover after her death... despite all of this I had my first-ever choice when I ended up here... I chose to survive." he made eye contact with the last four words.
"And even now I am choosing to stand against you for the betterment of the kingdom I have sworn to protect and for the protection of those who chose to take me in as their own." he said calmly "The world isn't perfect and it might be crumbling but that's the choice of the people who reside in it." he said looking over the horizon "If you do what you believe is correct then you'd taking billions of choices away, how does that make you any better than those who apparently took the choice from you?" he would ask turning his eyes back to Asmodeus. "I wish the world was better, I honestly do, but, what you're suggesting won't fix the problem in fact it would only make it worse so I'll go back to my first statement. I'm not interested." with that his intention was made clear.
Combat Summary
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Elements are fluctuating between Hania's ice and Ito's light/dark
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"] The moment moved towards the tower, memory and whom he thought was up there to fight him… Well it was met with a mistake and he breathed heavily while they all landed and he kept the golem up now and just stared at the area before him and the others. They had to of course keep their going, and he remembered once more, including the setup he just had and breathed heavily. That time the blood was all over him, his looks were damaged, and even the deaths that occured then and there which included one of his best friends then. Looking back once more he felt his heart beat and his scar just pulse under his heartbeat as it caused many an issue that he did not know if he could really continue. As they were at the stairs they saw the fiery scar marks that just filled the area, it was rather just a spike. They knew that Ardere was there. The champion fighter, and the one notarized as king, all of these marks and the eventual heart beat just expanded. He wondered if there was anything pushing back from Hinota, but his head just wanted to go for the end. [break][break]
That was when the next piece showed they were nearing the “end of a saga”. Or rather could it be something a little more secure? It was a rather push thing that showed as Zaven and the others could see behind and the absolute sounds that were made were no joke. The breathing felt tight because the Golden Dawn leader remembered their entrance into here and all that followed. ”Next move up and it will be just like last time I bet, that is why I was so backed up just now?” He said to himself, but he meant what he had said as the feeling of being stabbed, the blood splashes, and the wake up and change in and around him. That was his continued moment, that was a start to a new issue, and most importantly that was why he continued. He clenched his fists heavily, but he did not sweat…he was angry and wanting to be there with Ardere and of course Hania. The shifts in their stories was too much anymore. The words given were vital and Zaven, The Shadow of Dawn…nodded and took off towards the tower instead of just a random ass jumping to an enemy. ”Thank you for allowing me to use my golem to help us here, but I do not think it will have room to follow us in. So let’s get to work even harder so we can just fucking finish this than what I said. I was stuck in a memory and a shaded piece as if I was here to finally put magic to magic…as if I saw myself. I have let too much mess with me.” That was when he punched himself which was something he saw Ardere do once or twice. No more was said as the three most likely had the same thought about getting there. [break][break]
Who or what did they need to get down so they could catch Ardere, there was nothing more.
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[attr="class","zavenreescroll2"] TLDR I tried my best here, Thank you all.
[break] To Hania: [break][break] So disappointing. You think I would lie to you? Shame. Even from the words of an insane Archdaemon, he had no intention of fooling the Ravencrest/Daemon. Asmodeus had one goal; rewrite the universe to save it from its impending doom. As he saw it, there were no falsities in his words, no lies. He needed Hania. Lying to the boy would get him nowhere. But if he could not see the path before him, then it would need to be made clear. A light saw came from Asmodeus' chapped lips as his piercing yellow eyes bore down upon the two souls that would be one. If you don't understand, then I will show you. With a wave of his hands, blood red, cursed Time magic began to amplify itself across the top of the Forgotten Tower. The entire area was encased in a dome that began to project something to them; other timelines. Time Magic: Revelation [break][break] While Ardere may have been proud of Hania's response, Asmodeus needed to change it. In his eyes, they would all understand the fruitlessness of their endeavors, of their mission. This world was without saving, not beyond the road he walked himself. A thousand years, and still not enough time to change things. Even the Archdaemon would cry at such a thought, but his mind was shattered. This was the truth Artorius was cursed with, the former Wizard King bearing their final shard of sanity. And even he was cursed. [break][break] To describe in words what Hania/Ito saw is nearly impossible, but to say the least; they saw possibilities. You see, we have no choice. Asmodeus grew solemn as he felt as if he held a knife to the world. The projections the Daemon and Man would see to put it simply, were everything, everywhere. They watched timelines crumble, people die, Devils win. Across every timeline was one thing; themselves. They stood in every crumbling reality, in every shattered timeline. Whether this was the truth or simply a warped projection Asmodeus showed to them was up to their discretion. The truth was that Asmodeus believed it was true, and that was all that mattered. That alone was enough for him to pursue this mission. The group, not just Hania would have to decide how to proceed. How could they stop an entity that was so powerful, and believed so strongly that they were doing the right thing? [break][break] This was not a task for weak men, and none of them were. Every Knight in the Temporal Zone was strong, but strength wasn't enough. Not here. Not in this place. [break][break] To Ardere: [break][break] Let us go then, Champion, King of Dragons and Flame. Artorius clung to the fire mage tightly as they burst forward into the rest of the tower. The Kasai held as much wisdom as he did anger in his young form. He'd make a great King, but things were not so simple these days. He could not accept being forgiven, but he could move forward. There was only one way to make things right. [break][break] Artorius began to furl his brows. Something is up ahead. Something dangerous. Summoning a sword made of time magic, he was ferried by the Crimson Lion Captain, towards an impending fight. Due to the mage's speed, they easily cleared half the Tower with no obstacles. But what waited up ahead was different, far more sinister. [break][break] Tell me about your Wizard King. What's he like? Artorius was not simply attempting to make small talk, but rather, he wanted to know about his world before what's to come finally happened. There was one future he could see, despite Asmodeus' interference, one future he would always be privy to. He couldn't tell Ardere, not yet, but he would. If anyone was to know now, it was him. The three mages were the future of the Kingdom, but Hania and Zaven had enough of their own problems to deal with. While he hated thrusting such a responsibility onto the Lion, he knew he could take it. He didn't come all the way this far for nothing. [break][break] Artorius sent his sword forward with an array of them right behind. King's Arsenal: Durendal. As the swords were sent forth, the former Wizard King summoned another, a large greatsword in his hands. This was not simply time magic made into a sword--he'd ripped a sword from time. The name of which might remind Ardere of something. There. Daemon. Hundreds of them. Asmodeus summoned forth the Legions from across time to meet them, all Grand rank or lower, but the sheer number of them was frightening to say the least. On this level, it was a shattered kingdom, a throne torn to pieces, a town turned to rubble. It all felt so familiar, but filled with Daemon and blood, any familiarity was drained of it. It seems we're going to have to fight our way to Asmodeus. As expected. Are you ready, Champion? [break][break] To Zaven and Company: [break][break] As the group made their way to the first level, they did not find Silas in the same manner that Ardere did, rather they found someone who was familiar to Zaven: Wolfe. Standing there, red lightning and all, he felt different. Another projection from time? [break][break] Nero recognized the Knight as one of his own, grinding his teeth in response. How dare you, Asmodeus? [break][break] Should I know this asshole? Lucifer scoffed sending his Horsemen out to meet the mage, but they were instantly dispersed by red lightning ripping through them. Hey! [break][break] Don't be so hasty. That is not a mere projection of the mage I once knew, the one who died in the Tower those years ago. He's something else, and far stronger too. Zaven. Nero ripped off his vest, cuffing his sleeves, forcing them into place. Go get Ardere. Make sure he's okay. We'll handle this guy for you and meet you at the top of the Tower. I have a feeling that this journey is not so linear. This was likely Nero's last order to Zaven as a former Wizard King. But if he could use this second life to help them, then he would. [break][break] Waiting for Zaven to leave, Lucifer placed his hand on the ground, filling it with Darkness. You know this thing could kill us, don't you? Nero nodded. So that's how it is, then. Let us make it worth it, Wizard King. From the pit of darkness, came a rider, a pale rider on a pale horse who's name was Death. This was Lucifer's Archmage golem, not dissimilar to the golem of Pestilence. He and Beelzebub shared a proclivity for golems, their only similarity. He wanted to see his brothers again, with their memories back. He wanted to see what lives they'd make with this second chance. [break][break] Lucifer didn't want to die here. [break][break] Let's give it our all. Nero summoned a large sphere of Void energy, as his veins began to pulse with purple energy. Malacath was rearing his head now. The Daemon who led to his death was now helping him, as they both felt an urge to defeat the enemy before them. But this image of Wolfe was no simple foe. He filled the room with red lightning, dashing forward at an incredible speed. Punching Nero in the gut, the Void mage spit out saliva onto the floor. Immediately, this image was met with Nero's fist. Being flung across the room, Wolfe was beaten and battered by Death as well, both of their magics bearing down on him. Disappearing for a moment, he seemed to teleport away, gathering electrical energy in his hands from all over the room into one point--into one attack. [break][break] Zaven would sense Ardere's Ki, even from this far. The energy was palpable, different, and stronger. He had two choices; stay and help Nero and Lucifer, or heed their wishes and pursue Ardere.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Ardere could sense it as well, the amassing energy before them, the unmistakable presence of evil. I know. We need to be ready for a fight, you and me. Looking at the former Wizard King, something was different. His form was more solid, less ghost-like than before. What had Asmodeus done to him? Or was this simply a byproduct of the ever increasing time magic in this Magic Zone? He did not know for certain, but he did know that he was not fighting alone. [break][break] He's just like every Wizard King. He's given everything for the Kingdom and gotten nothing in return but pain. But. Ardere smiled. He is my father's student. He's kind, compassionate, wise. He's good to us. He has a pain in the ass right hand, but he is strong. In another life, I would have been a Purple Orca before, just like him. I would have followed in my father's footsteps. My first dad. His lip quivered for a moment as he thought of Lysander. But I had a second dad, and I chose to follow in his. And I lost him too. I'm so tired of people giving themselves up for me. I'm tired of all of this death, Artorius. I just want to live. I want people to live. This Kingdom deserves peace and happiness. Haven't we fought for it enough? Looking to the once Captain of the Golden Dawn, he could see the solemn look in his eyes. They shared a pain. They shared a path to Hell. No more sacrifice. We're fighting, and we're living. I don't want to die young on the battlefield. I want to die an old man, surrounded by the people I love. But to get there, I'm willing to fight for it. I'm willing to live for it. [break][break] Dashing forward toward the army of Daemon, he could easily see them now. Amassed in the hundreds, he summoned swords of his own. Salamander began to rumble with the force of a thousand drums, the heat of the thousand suns. Not yet, friend. But soon. Maintaining this form alone was hard enough, but to enter a Full Spirit Dive on top of it would surely seal his fate, even here in this place full of mana. He had to save that for his trump card, his final form. [break][break] Durendal. He recognized the name of that blade, alongside Caliburn and Clarent. One of the four great swords. Jagen was the wielder of one of them. He wondered where in time Artorius plucked it from, out of the hand of a warrior, or himself? Ardere did not dare to ask. He did however dive down and hard, leaping with enough force to shatter the stone behind him, as he slashed through two Daemon in his dragonic form with ease. He unleashed absolute Hell on the Daemon before him, knowing Artorius would likely do the same from atop his back. The two burdened men fought alongside one another. I was born ready, Artorius. I was born to burn everything in front of us. The place before them was no simple floor, not one he recognized from the Tower before. It was a Kingdom, shattered before them. What was this place before? Was it of his world, or another? Now it was simply filled with foes, soon to be dead foes. Ardere did not plan on letting them destroy everything he loved. He was getting closer to Asmodeus--he could feel it. I'm coming, Hania.
Name of Spell: King's Flame: Champion Resonance[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Archmage | Transformation/Physical Reinforcement[break] Range & Speed: Self | 80 m/s (Transportation)[break] Mana Cost: 64 | 32[break] Stats Effected: Speed | +40 m/s[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Predator's Mutation.[break] Description: As a tribute to Salamander and Aamon, Ardere's entire body undergoes a transformation not dissimilar to his Ryujin spell. Skin turns to pale scales and laterals into wings that allow flight at an intense speed, all while the user's size increases proportionally by 50 inches on all sides into a dragon-like warror fitted with claws and two large, twirled horns. This transformation is accompanied by a speed buff and the ability to carry up to 15 passengers. If someone did not see the Transformation occur directly, it will require 100 Sensory to see through this Transformation via the Transfiguration rules. (Note that, per each 10 control the user has, +2 extra sensory will be needed to sense the transformation.)
Last Edit: Jul 10, 2024 21:32:28 GMT -5 by Ardere✧
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