In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Duke Vael raised an eyebrow as spit landed on the ground before his eyes. The black haired male in front of him seemed to be having some sort of fit of resistance against him. It was disappointing. What a hardheaded boy. His words made the Minotaur pause and nod. It made sense for the hostility, he feared, but the removal of the platform after the previous adventuring party had not been his decision. His aim and presence was always to intimidate, he had little control over the way the Morningstar reacted… [break][break] The wizard deactivated his shadowy form and stepped between the dragonic male and the large bovine, explaining their reason for coming to this temple. One of Vael’s ears twitched as she listened quietly, until the idea of taking his horns as trophies came into question. The Minotaur let out a little chuckle as his eyes flashed through several emotions. “Hand of the Shadows…as my oath to my Master dictates…I fear you can take no part of me for I fully belong to him and only him, alive or dead.” The duke explained no malice in his voice, only fact. His contract was one of blood, soul and mind. It was not one of love, but one of warm belief. He recommended for none to meet his Master, without proper accord and hoped they had good reason to do so. [break][break] “To appease my master, I asked for an offering. Technically, if you leave the blond one behind, I can let you pass without issue but…” His gaze swept over the two males still at large, ready to face him. “I like to think my self… observant; you are not the type to leave a man behind.” He raised a hand and rubbed his chin with his four fingers. These two were being difficult to negotiate with. [break][break] “You ask me to leave them out of this conversation and yet they too have entered the temple…even you can understand how ridiculous that is…” The minotaur sighed as he glanced over at the doors he was guarding before back at the knocked unconscious male and the blond healing him. “Your friend…” Vael was about to begin pointing out but Forrest cut him off. He straight up asked him what his master would want, and it made the Duke pause before glancing around the platform quietly and sighing. One more chance…that was all he could offer him. [break][break] “My Master is old…he’s inhabited these lands for a long time and yet the things that remain of value have remained the same to him. Things with high monetary value, precious metals, human lives, souls, gems, years, swords…” The bovine listed as he eyed Forrest. He motioned to the items that lay on the ground around their legs, almost covering the platform, but also things of a value that could not be touched. A witch that had walked in not too long ago had even offered up the Law of Surprise…which the leader of his council had accepted gladly. [break][break] As this conversation was happening, Eto seemed to crack an eye open slowly. He seemed to be coming to. His breathing was slow and steady, and his pulse was racing. He said nothing but gave Ardere a little gentle smile as if to say “I’m okay.” He could hear him... [break][break]
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Forrest needs to put up his new offering is. Ardere and Zaven can react or do nothing if they wish.
[attr="class","forresttext"] What could he offer? [break][break] What could make sense? What would even be worthy of some grand god who ruled over this beast and relic castle? He brought it upon himself, this burden that he was to bear. Yet it seemed that he’d always find the ways that made his life much harder and troubling those around him. [break][break] He said nothing at first, he simply stood there, standing, staring, lost in the abyss that was his fractured mind. Wouldn’t it have been better if they just left him? What help had he even been all this time? For what reason was he continuing on? [break][break] To find himself, maybe? To chase after the shadow that he couldn’t see? He was nothing but a shell, his head still faintly hurt when he tried to recall what had happened to him. His body moved methodically, ignoring the struggle that still raided his psyche. He was surprisingly calm now, neither shaking nor trembling underneath the presence of the beast. [break][break] It suddenly made too much sense. [break][break] Hands moved, reaching underneath his cloak, pulling out the ruby pendant, breaking the slim golden chain around his neck. [break][break] It sparkled a crimson red in the shining gold of the room, treasure glinting from torches and firelight. [break][break] Red. Like the color of the Lion’s Mantle. Red. Like fire, faded passion that once burned, like flames that had touched his skin. Red. Like the color of her crimson hair. Red. Like his Rose that had long withered away. [break][break] She was gone, like the memories that had been ripped away from his mind. Yet why did his heart still ache when it was time to say goodbye? [break][break] “Just take it.” He said, raising the pendant a bit higher. His offering, his deal. Just take it. That part of him that still longed for the truth, that still desired to know the man he used to be. Hollow. He felt hollow. That was the emotion that had driven him for so long, he’d finally realized. [break][break] He said nothing else. Nothing else of what the ruby was, what it meant to him, who it once belonged to. There was no story worth telling about it. It was a priceless artifact, exactly what the master would have desired. Forrest simply had been too selfish before. But what reason was there for him to be selfish, when truly, this gem meant nothing to him anymore? It was only a burden of a life he didn’t have. A life he’d begun to lose hope that he would ever find again. [break][break] It was time to let go.
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] The minotaur spoke, still demanding the same thing...a fucking offering. It also seemed to give two shits what Zaven was doing so when Forrest spoke up and began to walk forward, even going as far as to saying something about Zaven sticking up for him, the Golden Dawn finally relented, not turning his back on the giant before him, Forrest would throw this ruby red pendant out while simply telling the Minotaur to “just take it”. Zaven would cast a glance to the Crimson Lion, the bastard really did skip out on a material offering. Zaven was about to say something, but instead he decided to let it go...the only two people that mattered to him in this dungeon now had become Ardere and Eto… [break][break]
He remained quiet as he would look up at the Minotaur now, not saying a word now, he did not care what the thing had to say, he just simply wanted to reach the end of this adventure and grab whatever he could that would make him stronger and leave. The Captain of the Golden Dawn had truly become a pawn in someone's game and he did not like it. The scar on his chest would burn intensely, which only fueled his anger towards what the fuck just happened before he breathed calmly. It felt like it took forever, but in just minutes he would still wait for whatever answer the minotaur had to give them.
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[break][break] TL;DR Zaven is mad, doesn’t give a shit about this expedition for treasure anymore, just wants to get through it alive so he can become stronger. (IC though, this has nothing to do with my depression.
[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Perhaps the only person in the room other than Forrest who knew what that pendant meant, was Ardere. That ruby pendant held just as much significance as what the two Captains relinquished unto this greedy beast. The scales began to wither away from his maw and the wings sprouted from his back disappeared. The dragon form once held by the flame mage now dissipated. Once Eto's wounds were healed, the Crimson King deactivated his Sword Dance. This was not a fight that was fought with fists, nor was it his test, it was the other's. Maybe there was no test for him here. Had he been so insensitive to the pain the Shatter had caused to those other than himself? This adventure was not about Ardere. He wasn't the main character of this story today. His test transpired four months ago in the Forgotten Tower--he failed. That was something he now was learning to live with. For far too long he had been the hero, always running out in front of danger. His mind convinced him that his mistake was letting Silas fight on his own, but that wasn't it. The mistake that plagued his mind was not that, it was not letting him do it earlier. [break][break] His time would come again. Everyone was tested by the world at some point or another, but it was up to them how they dealt with it. Even if today was not his, Ardere aimed to make the most of it. Walking over to the elderly man known as Eto, he helped him up. No dying on us yet, old man. We've got an adventure to finish. Then his crimson eyes darted over to the Minotaur before anything else was said. Our business isn't fucking over. If you want to slay a dragon yourself so bad, then you're more than welcome to meet me after this. He growled. There is nothing but cowardice and avarice here. He whispered to himself. Looking over to Forrest, his heart dropped deep into the pit of his stomach. Even after all this time, he still felt that bond so deeply. Open the path and let us continue. You have your offerings. Snarling, the Crimson Lion held Eto close. This adventure they embarked on was far from complete.
Duke Vael watched the blond male sort the emotions out in his head quietly. He crossed his large muscular arms over his furry chest and eyed the other two Magic Knights quietly. The black-haired one burned with rage. He was clearly displeased over something…one could sense that without even looking at him from the way his mana flared. Someone as old as he…of course he would be able to sense the intricacies of emotions in magic. Then, as if to wash over that anger, the blond mage walked over and handed down an intricate necklace from around his neck. The Minotaur would reach out and let the item fall into the palm of his hand gently. This would do well. It held material value. [break][break] The Duke would shake his head at the Captain of the Crimson Lions’ comment about slaying dragons. How unfortunate for the kingdom of Clover. Their Lion held too much wrath in that small body. A little half-grin took over Vael’s face before he stepped back from the party. Eto thanked Ardere for helping him up.
“My Master will agree to see you now.” [break][break] As the words were spoken the lack obsidian doors on the other end of the chamber would start opening…The Duke motioned for them to enter the next chamber, before vanishing back into the ceiling with a quiet jump as they proceeded. [break][break] A wave of heat swept over the party…dry heat that made talking hard. It felt as if they had sand in the back of their throats. If they tried to without drinking water, they’d choke a little and cough first. A red glow comes from behind the two doors as a huge chamber of stone and magma reveals itself before them, a room so swelteringly hot that no human is capable of standing it for too long. The ground is carved with vague ancient runes, larger than a person each. It almost seems that they glisten as the party walks over them. [break][break]
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The heavy metal doors slam shut behind the party, locking them inside of this cavern of molten rock that seems to flood one side of the room from the side of a giant carved statue of a dragon’s head. Huge curved spikes of stone jut up from the ground, left and right of the party in pairs. One can count about four pairs from where the group has entered the room, to the last two being partially submerged in the lava in the other side of the room. [break][break] The room is deathly silent. The only sound is the faint moving of hot magma in the room. Then a magical presence seems to flare up on top of one of the curved spies of stone. The another…and another…about eight different magical signatures and essences grace the party’s sensory and ki. The lava and magma moving about do not seem to be able to light up more than the bare outline of whoever is on the peaks of these weird spikes. Most of them look Human, one of these signatures belongs clearly to, who you now know to be, Duke Vael.[break][break]
The silence is absolute, as the party of adventurers can feel the gazes of the members of this room upon their bodies, judging them. Finally, a female voice, somewhat familiar, rings out across the room. [break][break] “Welcome home, Father, I see your journey has been fruitful?” A pair of golden eyes glisten from far away as they seem to address the group. [break][break] “I wonder if he was capable of finding out more than I was with my group of wizards and witches…those humans were…” There was a pause as another, seemingly younger voice rang through the hot hair. [break][break] “I believe it was your method of observation that was at fault here, Beliath. But you did win us a valuable asset for the next few decades in the future…so I suppose that as brainless as you are, you’ve served the cause well.” [break][break] “You used to hold the title of Superiority Unseen in our kingdom sister, clearly you’ve been out of practice since father slept.” [break][break] “Shut it Musclehead, or I will tear you to bits.” [break][break] “You can certainly try, tramp.” [break][break] “SILENCE.” A powerful voice rang over the chamber, rendering the two humanoids standing at the spikes furthest away from the party quiet. A pair of footsteps hung through the air as Eto stepped forwards, dropping the walking stick he was holding as he proceeded away from the party, towards the other end of the chamber. His pale human skin darkened and bubbled before breaking apart. His glasses melted over his skin and blended into it before turning into a long set of horns. His white soft beard burned away as if it was paper and in its place stood a large black maw, with teeth about the size of a land shark each. A pair of large leathery red wings spread out from the back as elder Eto, the Scholar, was no more. A four-legged beast of a size unlike one ever seen before walked over to the magma on the other end of the chamber, shaking it with each step it made. [break][break]
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“We have guests in our midst, guests who have treated me with utmost respect.” The words were deep, low, almost akin to the sound a volcano would make before exploding. The giant monster would exhale loudly, it’s breath making the room almost impossibly hot to bear. “I will not have your childish banter embarrass me. Clearly you both still have a lot to learn, Valdra’gaera, Beliath…” The two figures from earlier would clearly wince at the way their full names were pronounced.
Another heavy sigh would follow. [break][break] “Mages of Clover…I, Tchazzar, The Jaws of Fire, Lord of this Temple and King of the Desert and Ruler of the Court of Flames, thank you for accompanying me in this adventure. You’ve given me a lot of insight into the mind of the modern wizard of the world for the most part…however I do not believe I quite know what the full Capabilities of human wizard have reached over the past centuries…” [break][break] The dragon would not move much from his current position, (most of his legs and stomach inside of the magma), as his voice rumbled through the air. He seemed surprisingly intelligent for something so primal. [break][break] “Would your kind agree to a spar with the Jaws of Fire?”
Post by Zaven Blake✧ on Jun 18, 2020 16:01:44 GMT -5
Seeing the Minotaur accept the offering finally he sighed and watched as the beast spoke to Ardere and then allowed them to move through, and so they did without question. Once past the doors, the familiar feeling of setting off some sort of trap would settle in. The doors behind them would shut and then two voices echoed throughout the chamber, they spoke to each other mostly, but it was mostly just gibberish that Zaven did not dare to understand. Their powerful aura alone was enough to make him take notice, but then something felt off as they would all come to a stop. They talked at their group calling out to their father, and as Eto stepped forward and told them to be quiet the room grew still as Eto transformed into a great dragon before them, a calamity in its own right for sure. Yet Zaven could only smile as the head of this family trio scolded the two and then turned to them and asked them if they would be up for a spar.
“I think if my companions agree I would love to spar with you master Eto…”
[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Ardere's fist was clenched to the point of his arm shaking. This wrath he felt was unlike him these days. This was a tendency and trait possessed by who he was before. Was that a good thing? He truly did not know. What he did know is that the obsidian doors now opened themselves to the group. Duke Vael ceded to them, exclaiming that Forrest's offering had been accepted. Good. If the Crimson King was forced to fight himself out of this, he doubted the fight would be easy. Nonetheless, he followed. A growl could almost be heard from his pale lips. This Temple was impressive--no impressive would be an understatement, it was magnificent. The abyssal stone walls armor clad with molten metal shook him to his core. It almost reminded him of Uzardriugg's Palace, but the heat here was somehow more unbearable? How was that possible? The dryness stemming from the back of his throat prompted the Captain to instinctively drink from his canteen. Little water remained. What was this place truly? [break][break] Tension. Enough to be severed with a knife. Silence deafening to the ears. This is what Ardere felt as he entered the room, traversing the dangerous terrain even dwelling within this temple. When Duke Vael referenced a court, it was not in jest. Before them sat multiple beings, each one with Ki unlike anything the fire mage had ever witnessed since his learning of the ability. But what truly took him aback was their addressing of the group. There was only one in which this could be referring to: Eto. The elderly man they had protected while he guided them across the perilous and horrifying Desert. That's who they were talking to, but what did they mean "Father"? Ardere's heart sank deep into the pit of his stomach as the bellowing voice shook the very walls of this place. His mind wandered to a dark place, the bowels of the Volcano Grand Magic Zone. Fire and destruction reigned over that place once. An animistic and savage darkness dwelt there. He was part of the reason that no longer existed and now there was a form of peace there. As much peace as there could be in a Hell zone, but he still could not help but be reminded of those endeavors. The heat so intense that it evaporated the sweat from his brow. That was how he felt now, but he wasn't afraid. Finally he realized exactly what they were doing here. He realized who Eto was and why they had ventured this far. This did not make him respect the man any less, perhaps more so. But this was not the end of their adventure, not yet. [break][break] I have to say, Mr Eto or Tchazzar, whichever you prefer. I quite enjoyed our journey thus far and if this is where we end up, then I am happy. For too long I've been afraid, felt like I failed. But everyone here, they taught me the truth of what failure actually is; a lesson. The Crimson King began to un-clip his Lion's cape. Tossing the cape aside and ripping open his shirt, his body was riddles with battle scars from a war not soon since forgotten. Removing his vest and shirt, his bulky muscular form was revealed but not for long. Scales began to grow across his body as his eyes turned a piercing orange. The wings began to sprout from his back like before as red scales replaced what once was skin. Epidermis began armor and nails became claws. You will not be the first dragon I have fought, and from this track record probably not the last. But judging by that mana, you might be the strongest. So I will aim to be the strongest human opponent you have ever faced. No offense Zaven. He saved, acknowledging his friend. A soft sigh escaped his maw as the once red form began to turn into white tight against his muscles. King's Flame. The white flame shimmered across his figure like a light igniting the room. They were a dim white, unlike the true power he was hiding from the rest of the room. But he had no doubt in his mind that it would be that power he was forced to call upon. He could at least have some fun first, right? [break][break] Blazing white wings spread out across the hot air, Ardere stared down his opponent. Alright, almighty dragon lord. Let's do it then! He was actually excited. Sheer adrenaline and excitement coursed through his veins like a wildfire spreading to the rest of his body. It had been so long since he went all out in a fight. It had been even longer since he enjoyed one. There was a fierce determination in his heart as he burst forth high into the scalding air, aiming to bank around in mid air and charge towards the beast. He doubted his attack would make it, but he had his intense speed going for him. He also had a secret ability hidden within this King's Flame spell that would come quite in handy for this situation. The Lion aimed to hold his opponent close while Zaven was likely to deal with the range or provide support with the golems. He did not need to say something to his old friend, that shadow mage was very trustworthy. Now they would fight a dragon. He just wished Ignis was here to see this. His mind wandered to that young wyrm he raised for some time. Perhaps after this a visit was long overdue, but for now he had a fight to fight!
Name of Spell: Crimson King: Ryujin[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Transformation (Transfigure - Transport) | Physical Reinforcement (Speed)[break] Range & Speed: Self | 60 m/s[break] Mana Cost: 40 (20)[break] Stats Effected: +20 m/s[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Predator's Mutation.[break] Description: The user quite literally transmutes their own body to grow wings that appear like those of a dragon, and burst into flames. The user's fingers also extend by 4 inches into claws with red scales that go up his arms/legs/torso and across his face, his feet being subject to the same claw growth as his hands. Ardere's eyes will even turn a piercing yellow, with vertical slit eyelids. The wings themselves are 50 inches. This spell's speed is further increased via the use of Physical Reinforcement magic, causes Ard's veins to pulse as magic flows through them. Ardere can transport others if he wishes, with a maximum of 5 people. [break][break] Name of Spell: King's Flame: Fylgja's Prowess[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation/Physical Reinforcement[break] Range & Speed: 75 m | 75 m/s[break] Mana Cost: 40 (20)[break] Stats Effected: +20 m/s Speed[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist[break] Description: Ardere's body becomes encased in a blazing armor comprised entirely of flames. This armor takes the form resembling a sort of Lion warrior, with a Lion head and claws. This is to represent his Fylgja or spirit animal as a lion. The spell drastically increases his speed, but the blazing armor itself allows him to dish out massive 3rd and fourth degree burn damage. He can expand and contract the armor at will, to a maximum of a 75 m tall lion warrior, used to pummel buildings or mountain sides. The armor can be as tight as right up against his skin, or as large as the size mentioned before. This gives the spell great versatility in combat, and makes it quite frightening to go up against.[break] Speed is currently 100 m/s
[attr="class","forresttext"] He’d done his part. That was all he needed to do, make his offer. Give up something that the master would find worthy, play along with these challenges, these games of whoever decided would be worth the entertainment. [break][break] Letting go, that was it. That was all he needed to do. [break][break] Time moved faster now, as if he didn’t pay much attention at all. Words exchanged, something said in the heat of the moment. But Forrest himself felt far from some raging fire, frustration that had built up over the course of his time even aware of his own emotions suddenly seemed to be much more dying embers than angry flames. [break][break] Where was his heart, if he had just given it away? He followed along, not feeling the worth in raising his head. Silence was his better friend. [break][break] Their surroundings could have been hell itself, and perhaps that was this adventure was turning into it, and Forrest would have welcomed it more than he should have. He wasn’t sure how much he was to care. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. [break][break] It was as if anything could have pushed him over the edge just once more. [break][break] He wasn’t impressed by whatever fantastical beings were arguing amongst themselves. No better than children, they acted like it. And things just seemed to be getting better when it turned out their crossing senile guide was actually a dragon. [break][break] Forrest didn’t say it out loud, but of course, it just had to be a dragon. No wonder he never had much of a’ good feeling’ about the old man. Lies perhaps? He wasn’t going to speculate anything else out loud. [break][break] Golden eyes narrowed at the supposed offer of some kind of challenge. A fight? Really? [break][break] “Do we really have a choice?” He muttered, almost exactly knowing the answer that either of his Captains would provide. Of course, the Golden Dawn’s Leader said yes, in a rather surprisingly calm enough manner. [break][break] The next thing he witnessed was the Crimson Lion himself start stripping off his clothing. [break][break] ”Right.” He said with an almost sarcastic sigh. There was a golden glow about himself as his grimoire floated freely beside him. An offering for something precious? A fight to prove oneself worthy? What was next, a blood sacrifice? [break][break] “Arbor Virga.” He said his spell, preparing himself for the battle to come. His exposed parts of his skin were covered in a golden layer of tree bark, namely that of his arms and neck. It was hardly a transformation as notable as the Crimson Captain’s Flame, but it was enough that it boosted Forrest’s own power and combative capabilities. [break][break] They really were going to fight after all.
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45 ic // 45 ooc
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Description: Forrest's skin is coated with a layer of raw, pliable mana, making him appear to be surrounded by a glowing light. His most visible skin then hardens, appearing to be coated with a layer of tree bark that expands across his whole body except for his face and head area. This 'second' layer of skin is a rough protective coating of his own raw mana that boosts his natural strength. This second layer of ‘skin’ can extend a short distance away, with Forrest’s arms extending like branches that can wrap around objects or people, in this form acting like a rope or wooden restriction.
Forrest's physical strength becomes equal in damage capability of an [Senior] Rank Spell. Physical attacks from him will result in heavy bruising or broken bones, potentially being lethal on direct hits. He is able to lift combined weights up to 1000 lbs (~450 kg).
This spell acts with an additional +5 [Durability], due to [Imprisonment of a God Perk]
Due to [Tightly Bound], this spell may inflict [Intermediate] Rank damage on targets entrapped in the box.
The large Black Dragon bared its teeth at the dark-haired male. Upon observing him, the party would realize that this was a smile and not anything to be nervous about.
“Eto was simply a disguise created by my darling daughter’s perfect illusion magic. Master however… Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve been called that by anyone outside of my court…” the dragon’s jaws seemed to pull back into an even more pleased and terrifying grin. An aura of pride surrounded the mana beast as he observed Zaven.
[break][break] “I prefer Emperor Tchazzar, for I once used to rule over this whole desert and call it my Kingdom…many many centuries ago…” The deep growling voice was almost nostalgic, as the burning gaze wandered away from the party, towards the ceiling. His mighty shoulders even seemed to have slumped suddenly and his posture shifted into one of…was he sulking? [break][break] “My lord, we have guests...” Duke Vael’s familiar voice cut off the sudden silence that took the room. The Minotaur was casually standing on top of the second spike to the right, next to the one where the voice of Tchazzar’s Muscleheaded was standing, in his humanoid form. Excluding Tchazzar, all of the council members seemed to have some sort of a humanoid appearance (although the party could easily gather that some of these are quite likely illusions similar to Eto’s).
[break][break] The ex-master of these lands seemed brought back to reality as he moved his fiery eyes back down upon the party. Vael bowed his head low, but Tchazzar quickly tapped one of his large fingers in his direction. There were no further words exchanged, but the minotaur lifted his head and returned to his previous position. [break][break]
“I am glad you have enjoyed the journey, this means that this has, so far, been a mutually beneficial adventure.” The talk of failure surprised the dragon, with whom the words seem to strike something deep. He stared silently at Ardere and repeated his last sentence to himself. “Perhaps you are correct, little red one…but in my world a mistake can cost you everything you’ve ever worked for. It can cost you your Empire, your land, your people…your heart.” It seemed as if there was sudden tension in the council room, but tension of sadness rather than anger. The fire in the large dragon’s eyes seemed to almost burn less brightly than before. As Ardere transformed into his dragon-like form, Tchazzar observed him, his spirits lifting in amusement at this display. So this was what humans saw when they thought of Dragons hm?
[break][break] “I have faced a lot of opponents in my years young Kisai, young Blake, young Hadley, but none as myself for centuries, so I thank you for taking on this challenge.” The large dragon lifted himself up from the lava on his front and hind legs, his fanged grin moving back onto his jaws. Once he made sure all three of the mages he was facing him and ready for combat, the heat in the room suddenly rose, as if willed by the giant dragon. The lava in which he was standing suddenly spilled forwards over the floor towards the party as the dragon opened his jaws.
[break][break] “Let’s see where your priorities lie.” His roar thundered, shaking the room as the monstrous emperor of the desert unfurled his giant wings. His mana could be felt along the skin of everyone in the room, making their blood boil from the heat.
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[Speed of movement and of spells is automatically HALVED BITCHES] [break][break] Quirk: The lava inside of Tchazzar’s level deals intermediate damage each round that a person is touching it. [break][break] Quirk: EVERYTHING BURNS! Upon unfurling his wings, the Jaws of Fire will make the heat in the room skyrocket even further, as his hot mana would attack the adventurers each round, dealing intermediate ticking fire damage. [break][break]
Everything's an AOE, for the start. You have one round before the lava hits you and covers the whole ground, but you're already affected by the intermediate ticking damage from EVERYTHING BURNS! when your round starts. [break] 400 words each minimum
[attr="class","ardereescroll"]A mistake can cost you your heart. These words pierced through Ardere's heart like a sharp dagger. It was far too true. Agony and sorrow were blades that destroyed his insides, but he was not giving up again. Not today. The Captain had come too far to give up. The Lord of Dragons was right, that was the truth behind his mistake. In reality it had cost the fire mage far more than just his heart. He had been robbed of everything that made him who he was, but now he slowly learned how to regain that passion he once wielded. This adventure, this team--his friends had taught him so much. Being himself was long overdue. That explosive fire dwelling in his heart had been dampened all these months. So among that heat and fire that engulfed the room, he perservered. [break][break] The heat was more intense than any other he had felt in his life. The Crimson King could tell that if he had not been under the protection of a spell, he would have been burning to a crisp. But he wasn't burning to a crisp. His body was visibly slowing down as he took to the sky. Something about this heat slowed him down and even began to damage him, his mana skin sizzling again the warmth. Tchazzar. Eto. This being was so incredibly powerful. The last time Ardere felt this sort of power was perhaps against Damien. This strength was god-like. Any normal man would have been afraid. Truth be told a few months ago he might have just given up, but alas he was not that man today. Today he was the man Lysander saw all those years ago, the strength inherited from his parents and all of the comrades who fell before him. Alright, Dragon Lord. I'll show you the strength cultivated from mages for hundreds of years. And you'll show me what a real Dragon is like! The flames surrounding him began to expand, forming a gargantuan beast to fight against another titanic being. [break][break] Boiling blood and raging ferocity coursed through Ardere's veins. He was unsure whether or not the heat had scrambled his brain or some long lost conviction had been found once more, but he was diving right down on the dragon. The flames expanded to form a seventy five meter tall lion. Fylga. A word his mother taught him. They were similar to spirit animals or guides. For a long time he had not known what his was, and it had been all too obvious, but it was a lion nonetheless. This spell embodied that. The massive lion form he was now surrounded by was an extension of himself, the warrior inside now externalized. So he brought his blazing fists down on the dragon, aiming to dish out a series of strikes against his wings. If those wings were utilized to their full potential here, then they were in trouble. He aimed to take them out, but this was no ordinary opponent. No doubt lay in the Captain's mind that Tchazzar had a plethora of tricks up his sleeve. That's what Zaven and Forrest were there for. Even if fighting a dragon by one's self was amazing, that was not what was happening here. He had friends to help. Friends he loved. [break][break] -Ryujin and Fylga's Prowess sustained
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] ”Emperor Tchazzar...A wonderful pleasure to meet you finall…” Zaven would wince, but not from the heat. The scar on his chest began to throb with great intensity. The Shadow mage looked around at the other dragons, and he wondered if there was something more at work here...the only reason he would feel that pain, and that anger...was from his link with a certain mage in his squad. ”Finally…” He finished as he knew the only way to help out the other person was through beating this trial as soon as he possibly could. Ardere was addressed and so was Forrest, before the heat was really turned up. This dragon was a cataclysm that could shake the very core of the world yet he settled for the desert region of the Forsaken area of the Clover Kingdom and beyond. There were no other things to do...except to fight. [break][break]
”Very Well...Then I will fight with my very life. Talos and Achilles...come forth and help me to show the Emperor why the Shadows are to be feared.” He would say as his grimoire would Glow a sickly purple before the shadows cast by the great dragon, and the others above would condense on him before two Grand Rank shadow golems would be summoned. Ardere already was in movement as he summoned a large lion made out of his element, and Forrest had already cast a spell once the fight had been mentioned. ”If I fall here, at least I will fall fighting a being that can defy a god.” He said with a grin as he directed his Shadow Golems to attack along with that great Lion, the lava that Tchazzar had summoned and the infernal heat was enough to cause the ends of his hair to fray out, the sweat to evaporate, and his throat to go dry. The azure eyed captain of the Golden Dawn was not going to hold back, he really thought this might serve as his tomb, so as he watched Achillies speed off, jumping towards a wall before taking a leap of faith to attack the great being, he left a smile as he jumped up, utilizing Talos’s lack of speed and positioning to move up to the left shoulder of the great being. ”TALOS! BRING DOWN THE HAMMER!” He would say as Talos roared out with his master’s fury. They cared not for the damage they would soon receive.
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[attr="class","zavenstat2"]COMBAT SUMMARY
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[break][break] TL;DR Summoned Grand Golems Talos and Achillies
[attr="class","forresttext"] If anyone had asked, he likely would have said no. [break][break] Fighting dragons and elder gods weren’t really his thing, he was rather certain of, even before he had lost his memory. The difference in power levels seemed all the more obvious… a dragon, a king? The minotaur and whatever council the beast seemed to run all seemed to agree. He would have said something himself, but what good would talking do if they were just going to fight anyway? [break][break] Why was he here again? Right. A favor. Some promise. Adventure. Riches. Friendship. That sort of thing. [break][break] At least the mana that ran through his body felt refreshing, lava was hot. He was learning that from much too current exposure. [break][break] “If he really hates trees, he’s going to love me.” Forrest muttered, wincing at the sudden roar that sounded from the dragon. [break][break] They weren’t given much of a chance. But his better combat-ready halves seemed all the more enthused to get the battle started. Ardere had his draconic flames back him, Zaven had creatures of shadow that rivaled the size of those followers of fire, and Forrest had… trees. [break][break] There was a joke somewhere, about plants and how flammable they were, Forrest and fire. He wasn’t really laughing. [break][break] “Arbor Vallum.” He called out, seeing the lava draw closer and closer. Perhaps it wasn’t the best strategy, but it currently was the only strategy he had in him. He wasn’t as nearly as fast as the other two, nor did he have the capability for combat as either of them. He had to support and somehow protect himself in the process. His breathing felt shallow, the heat nearly suffocating his lungs, sweat dripping from his brow. [break][break] The ground glowed with a golden aura before trees sprouted in him in a circular area, a wall of forestry in a feeble attempt to hold off the lava for a little longer, at least until he could figure out where he would have the chance to run. [break][break] “Arbor Gratia Celeratis!” He called out, reaching his arms outward towards both his allies. Both Ardere and Zaven would be lit with golden recovery light, another supporting spell by Forrest himself, which would further invigorate each mage with a senior rank speed boost while also healing them of any immediate wounds. [break][break] Forrest grimaced, not knowing if his wooden wall could hold off lava for long. [break][break] He silently prayed that these Captains could make this battle quick. [break]
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POW
DUR
STA
CON
SEN
0
129
60
120
0
MANA SKIN
HEALTH
MANA POOL
MANA REGEN
grand + senior
grand
115/145
45 ic // 45 ooc
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Combat summary
[break] TL;DR Forrest makes a Healy defense wall of trees to stop lava(?) and Heal himself(?) Casts Senior speed boost + recovery spell on both Ardere and Zaven [break][break] Mana: 145 - 15 - 30 - 30 + 45 = 115/145 [break][break] Spells:[break] Arbor Virga [sustained]
Description: Forrest's skin is coated with a layer of raw, pliable mana, making him appear to be surrounded by a glowing light. His most visible skin then hardens, appearing to be coated with a layer of tree bark that expands across his whole body except for his face and head area. This 'second' layer of skin is a rough protective coating of his own raw mana that boosts his natural strength. This second layer of ‘skin’ can extend a short distance away, with Forrest’s arms extending like branches that can wrap around objects or people, in this form acting like a rope or wooden restriction.
Forrest's physical strength becomes equal in damage capability of an [Senior] Rank Spell. Physical attacks from him will result in heavy bruising or broken bones, potentially being lethal on direct hits. He is able to lift combined weights up to 1000 lbs (~450 kg).
This spell acts with an additional +5 [Durability], due to [Imprisonment of a God Perk]
Due to [Tightly Bound], this spell may inflict [Intermediate] Rank damage on targets entrapped in the box.
Name of Spell: Arbor Vallum [break] Elemental Type: Wood [break] Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Defense | Healing [break] Range & Speed: 40 m AoE | 40 m/s [break] Mana Cost: 30 | 15 [break] Stats Effected: + 9 Durability [Forrest Only] [break] Applicable Perks:
Self Repairing
Archangel’s Blessing
Healing Specialist
Description: Forrest causes a line of trees to sprout in a radial line around himself, these trees are roughly half a meter thick and reach nearly 2 meters tall. The trees are set very close to each other with their trunks leaving no gaps to create a solid wall of trees in a max range circular line of a 40 meter radius around Forrest. The wall defends against attacks going from the outside or the inside part of the wall. The center of the radial area, where Forrest stands, will have a central tree sprout from where he stands with branches that will reach outward, roughly the thickness of human limbs, to allies and wrap themselves around, but not limit an ally’s movements. The tree branches will glow with healing light and target all allies with the 40-meter radial range.
If applied to an ally in range with a hex placed spell rank, Forrest is able to cleanse all or part of the hex following Healing hex cleansing rules.
Due to the [Archangel’s Blessing] Perk, if multiple allies are healed, then the potency of this spell is not lost.
Due to the [Healing Specialist] Perk, allies will regain a +15 mana.
Due to the [Self Repairing] perk, if the wall has taken damage but is still standing at the end of the post it is cast, it will naturally repair itself up to 3 times per a cast of this spell.
[break] Arbor Gratia Celeratis [On Zaven + Ardere]
Name of Spell: Arbor Gratia Celeratis [break]Elemental Type: Wood [break]Rank & Spell Type: Senior | PR | Healing [break]Range & Speed: 40 m AoE | N/A [break]Mana Cost: 30 | 15 [break]Stats Effected: +15 m/s Speed Boost [break]Applicable Perks:
Full Blitz
Archangel’s Blessing
Healing Specialist
Description: Forrest's selects an ally in range and causes their skin to be coated with a layer of raw, pliable mana, making them appear to be surrounded by a glowing light. An ally’s most visible skin then hardens, appearing to be coated with a layer of tree bark that expands across their whole body except for their face and head area. Their limbs appear to have a thin, streamlined coating of raw mana, with his legs in particular covered with this extra layer. As mana flows freely through their limbs and muscles, an allie’s natural speed is increased by 15 m/s as well as additionally healed and feeling invigorated from this spell
Can heal wounds of [Senior] damage, heavy bruises, broken bones, 2nd degree burns, poisons & toxins that have spread through half the body.
It requires an entire post for the spell to heal to its fullest ability.
If applied to an ally with a hex placed upon them of [Senior] spell rank, Forrest is able to cleanse all or part of the hex via normal hex cleansing rules.
Due to [Archangel’s Blessing], multiple targets can be healed without the potency of this spell being lost.
Due to [Healing Specialist], allies will recover a +15 mana.
Tchazzar was pleased at Ardere’s choice of fighting words. He would show him the strength of the mages from hundreds of years past…that is exactly what the Jaws of Fire wanted to know. He’d caught bits and pieces from his children’s adventures, but none of the wizards were quite as powerful as the three gathered before him. He certainly found this to be an equal trade. And the Black-haired Blake, a higher noble then Ardere displayed shadow magic, a kind that interested the largest dragon in the room more than any other. To be able to summon shadows in such searing hot circumstances was…impressive. And then there was the blond who had offered him a tree. It wasn’t that the dragon didn’t appreciate plants, it was simply that that particular one wouldn’t have lasted in this temple for more than a day. And it wasn’t really a magical tree, just a tree made of magic. There was a difference there that made his view upon it different. This time, he made a wall out of the plants in order to hold back the lava, smart boy. He could delay its arrival for a turn before it burned through the plants. It was curious to see how he’d deal with that.
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Tchazzar wouldn’t dodge the attacks from Achilles and Ardere, taking them head on, but would block the attack from Talos with one of his large armored wings. The dragon’s gaze would narrow before his eyes filled with red hot fire, and an AOE burst of fire would spark behind Ardere and Zaven’s golems, moving at 50 m/s and dealing senior rank damage. He would then try to hit both Ardere and Zaven with a strike of his fiery wings for intermediate damage.
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Combat:
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[Speed of movement and of spells is automatically HALVED BITCHES]
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Quirk: The lava inside of Tchazzar’s level deals intermediate damage each round that a person is touching it.
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Quirk: EVERYTHING BURNS! Upon unfurling his wings, the Jaws of Fire will make the heat in the room skyrocket even further, as his hot mana would attack the adventurers each round, dealing intermediate ticking fire damage.
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This Round: Talos and Achilles take intermediate rank damage for standing in the lava. Forrest has a round to think of what to do before it burns through your defensive tree line spell. You’re all still taking intermediate rank burning damage. Ardere, Talos, Achillees and Zaven are going to get hit with a senior rank AOE (moving at 50 m/s) from behind and Tchazzar is going to try to hit Ardere and Zaven with his heavy leathery wings (moving at 35 m/s) for intermediate damage. [break] [break]
[break][break] The heat was intense. Ardere felt the sweat from his brow evaporate due to the sheer strength of the flames here. It was unlike anything he had anticipated, but he was enthralled by it. His heart was racing like a horse that had been trapped in a pen for far too long. Truth be told it was an appropriate metaphor for his life the past few months. Too long he had been held back by his own emotional instability. Soaring through the air against the dragon that challenged them, he felt strong. Even when he was struck by the heat and scales, he still felt that power surging through him. Tumbling through the air, the fire mage smacked into the side of a stone pillar. His side was instantly bruised, but he was far from severely injured. The mage twirled through the heat filled air, stabilizing far from his dragon opponent. The red scales that engulfed his body had begun to chip a bit, but he was far from done. Watching this dragon and feeling the bellows of its roars, he was not afraid. He had strength to show. [break][break] Power began to well up in his hand as he ripped a sword out of his grimoire. This action alone was enough to shake the pillar next to him. Every single being within the room could feel the power of the sword he pulled from his black and gold grimoire. Alright, Lord. You're even stronger than I imagined, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you beat me. Grinding down on his teeth, flashes of his failure months ago plagued his mind. Narrowing his thick brown eyebrows, he shook these thoughts and ripped them from his heart. There was no room for them here. Plunging the sword forward, it extended to its full length of three hundred meters. The sword was a surging white flame, one that perhaps may even rival the flame in the room. His scales were singed and his bones were bruised, but the mage was far from done. Flying through the air, he twirled the sword around endlessly, slashing from all sides just like a normal flurry of attacks. This would provide strike after strike at the dragon, and if he moved the flying Ardere aimed to pursue him. There was no way he was letting him escape this onslaught of attacks. Any normal structure would have been instantly felled by this attack, but he had a feeling this temple was resilient. [break][break] Banking hard in the air, he kept enough distance from the dragon to avoid any physical attacks but he anticipated a breathe attack or perhaps some other magic. The God Killer is the pinnacle of my Attack power. No opponent has ever survived it. Will you be the first, Lord Tchazzar? Show me! Yelling at the top of his lungs, white flames billowed around his body. He was overflowing with unbelievable power. There was no stopping him now. No matter how much damage he took, he intended to finish this fight and win. For a moment it was like everyone else in the room disappeared, it was just him and the dragon. Ardere only kept his conviction filled eyes on his friends when to avoid them with his attack. Today, Ardere's fire was back. He shouted at the world to let it know he had not given up.
Fylja and Ryujin sustained, but damaged slightly. Vengeance perk active. [break][break] Name of Spell: King's Flame: 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. The flames from this blade are so intense that their color has changed to white. 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. Pic 1Pic 2
Last Edit: Jun 29, 2020 23:40:03 GMT -5 by Ardere✧
Post by Zaven Blake✧ on Jul 1, 2020 10:54:06 GMT -5
Emperor Tchazzar took his hits, the damn bastard actually took all their attacks, save for Talos’s hammer swing. Then with a great beating of its wings, it sent them flying back. Talos and Achilies took the brunt of the attack for Zaven, causing them both to be destroyed rather quickly, Zaven tumbled to the floor and bit his lip hard, causing his canine to pierce his lip. ”F-Fuck.” He said as he winced and stood up, he was hurt, and his mana stores had depleted quite a bit, but he was not out. He saw Ardere power up some sort of spell and claim not a single opponent has survived it, challenging the great dragon before actually attacking. [break][break]
”To think that the man had such a power at his disposal. It’s not a question of whether or not he is the most powerful mages in the kingdom...one day I will catch up.” Zaven would say from under his breath. Giving the Crimson King his time to shine, he pulled his grimoire out and breathed calmly as the pages flipped. [break][break]
”I can’t let you have all the fun here today Ardere, SHADOW CREATION MAGIC!” he called forth the shadows as the great power gave off an aura as he prepared to use his most powerful attack the Erebus Strike. [break][break]
Zaven would use the attack of Ardere to give him cover as he shadows condensed into a wicked looking longbow. He brought up the bow and drew the shadow strand as an arrow notched itself. He waited till an opportunity would present itself and he would call out. ”Erebus Strike.” the calm and cool demeanor of the azure eyed Golden Dawn Captain prepares to strike once the blade is drawn back to either deliver a final hit or to be dispelled. He would let the arrow go, aiming directly at the left eye of Tchazzar.
