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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[attr="class","forresttext"] The Captain of the Crimson Lion was putting on a show of acrobatics. Unfortunately, not everyone in their group was graced with magic that could allow them to fly. Or golems that could take the brunt of most attacks. Or get from place to place rather quickly enough. Forrest grimaced as he maintained his treeline, but he already knew that he didn’t have long before the lava ate away at his meager defenses. [break][break] He was still sweating, breathing heavy, the glow of his own mana covering his body was flickering but not broken. [break][break] No time to complain. No time at all really, or else he would be swallowed up by a river of molten lava. He had only a few seconds to spare. [break][break] The lava would eat through the defensive wall but he had a few moments to apply another spell. The tree of Vallum was only little over 2 meters tall, but his second spell would allow him to grow an even taller tree, nearly 20 meters. “Arbor Vita.” He grunted the words, causing the obsidian ground beneath him to crack, giving way to a seedling which grew rapidly into a fully grown tree. He grabbed onto the branches, allowing himself to get higher and higher and hopefully away from the lava. Was he cornering himself now? Probably, but he didn’t have many options… [break][break] The bottom of the tree would likely have soon be swallowed by lava, just as his defenses would be overtaken as well. He looked around, pressure from the heat rising to his chest, knowing that his own magical plant would be overwhelmed by the lava in the same manner. The tree glowed a golden aura, a healing light in a feeble attempt for its original purpose, branches spread out across the cavern, searching for allies to heal as well.
[break][break] Wasn’t there anything he could hold on to? Perhaps grab up high? He looked above him, seeing only terrifying battles in the air. And then he had a rather stupid idea. [break][break] He wasn’t sure if it was stupid, crazy seemed to be the only option he had left. Being burnt to a crisp in molten lava suddenly sounded less extreme. He knew he wasn’t as fast, so he had to time it right, less he fail spectacularly and end up in the lava. He’d thought about death before, but that kind of death seemed rather uncomfortable. So he searched for that right moment, right when the collision between overwhelming draconic magic and clover mage occurred. [break][break] Forrest threw up his arm, the literal branch appendage fired off to the dragon, hoping to catch a limb, a claw, a talon, anything to knock the dragon off its course and then wrap around it and restrain it. Forrest prepared for resistance, better yet, missing his mark completely… then being thrown off balance and into his terrible fate of a molten rock bath…. [break][break] “Tch, I never liked lizards anyway.” [break][break] No, he didn’t want to miss. [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
85/145
45 ic // 45 ooc
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Combat summary
[break] TL;DR Forrest makes a tree and climbs higher to not get swallowed by molten rocks. He then shoots some branche - from Arbor Virga (literally his own tree limb *ba dum tss*) to catch/restrain/hold onto the flying dragon, attempt is 100% try, successful catch rate is ??% [break][break] not sure about mana skin. Since he took intermediate damage from the fire, but I think heals senior from his two healing spells (senior), and also has regen skin so he gets a junior per turn if mana skin goes down.
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.
Name of Spell: Arbor Vita [break]Elemental Type: Wood [break]Rank & Spell Type: Senior | Healing [break]Range & Speed: 40 m AoE | 40 M/S [break]Mana Cost: 30 | 15 [break]Stats Effected: [break]Applicable Perks:
Archangel’s Blessing
Healing Specialist
Description: Forrest summons a tree which sprouts from where he stands, the tree can be up to 20 meters high with a trunk 2 meters in radius. Its branches grow and extend in a radial area of 40 m around Forrest. The branches are of varying thickness with small leaves protruding from them, they latch on or surround injured allies and will begin to glow with a soothing light in order to heal an ally's injuries.
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 smiled at Ardere’s drive and display of magic. He clearly seemed to have been in a part of his life where frustration gripped him, and he was finally breaking free from it. The Dragon Emperor felt pleasant, knowing that his little curiosity of the way human nature had developed had brought home to him more interesting individuals. They displayed everything. Excitement, fury, noblesse oblige, need, hunger, willingness to improve…He admired these features of these features in the humans of today. [break][break] Then there was that curious weapon of his, no…it was a spell. A white sword, covered in flames. It was incredibly long in size and it made the Jaws of Fire narrow his eyes at the mana signature. It moved fast, but it was only that, a spell. The ancient dragon noted how cocky Ardere suddenly seemed to him. Someone who even called his best spell “God Killer.” There was a level of entitlement there that he found the male needed to be knocked out of. In fact, he was starting to prefer the black haired male and the tree-boy in the corner. The blond had climbed up a giant tree, a solution with a limited amount of time. [break][break] “First of all,” the giant monster’s jaws snapped at Ardere as his Archmage spell came into contact with his scales, making the ancient monster narrow its eyes in pain. It would impact the side of ribs once cleanly and as it almost hit him a second time the dragon would grab ahold of the large sword and keep it in place, attempting to knock Ardere off of it due to sheer momentum of swing. He’d stopped the rotation. His large maw opened and the dragon’s low timbre reverberated over the halls. “That’s the most cocksure name of a spell I’ve ever heard.” And as he spoke he breathed a grand rank fire spell at the male. If he chose to dodge it, he’d take senior damage from the pure heat. “Get out of your own posterior, human.” Tchazzar grinned, clearly enjoying the challenge despite the damage he was taking. It felt like he was scolding his son, Beliath, when he became too lofty over his strength. He was too busy with Ardere to be able to properly dodge either Zaven or Forrest’s attacks. They’d watch large slabs of what seemed to be magma armor fall off the dragon, revealing his deep dark scales. He wouldn’t be restrained from Forrest’s spell, as his body heat would burn through the effect due to his magic type.
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In response to Zaven and Forrest’s ranged attacks, the large dragon would command the lava in his layer to ripple and cause a large senior AOE splash of burning hot liquid fire, moving at 45 m/s from between Zaven and Forrest towards them.
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“Alright humans, last chance to show me what you’re worth!” The monster roared before chuckling at the way Forrest’s tree and Zaven’s Golems were beginning to crumble until his magic.
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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 large tree. You’re all still taking intermediate rank burning damage. Forrest, Talos, Achillees and Zaven are going to get hit with a senior rank lava splash AOE (moving at 45 m/s). He's caught a hold of Ardere's sword and is trying to scold the man with a fire breath. He's taken visible damage. [break] [break]
[attr="class","ardereescroll"]A wild smirk crossed Ardere's thin, pale lips. There was a mixture of emotions dwelling within him now, not limited to fear, excitement, and anger. Truth be told, this was the fight he was longing for. Deep in his heart there was a heavy shame and embarrassment boiling his insides. That's the thing, Lord Tchazzar. I'm not sure of anything anymore, but I still have to try--don't I? This cockiness in battle was just a byproduct of his upbringing from both his mother and former mentor; Lysander. Truth be told, for a insurmountable amount of time, combat was the only way he felt alive. Now, there were other virtues worth fighting for. He just had to grab a hold and never let go. So that's what he did with this sword as soon as the dragon grabbed it. Deactivating his Ryujin spell, he dropped the speed boons in return for strength. This was strength he required, because as he activated his Crimson King: Tyr spell, his muscles began to expand and contract. The dragon-like form was traded out for a more warrior-like one. The pale flames combined with those of the crimson ones began to form a powerful magic. This combined with his own natural strength granted him titanic will. All he had to do was focus it all onto his grip. Every bit of strength he had was focused on that grip of his--a death grip. [break][break] It doesn't matter if I think I can beat you or not, almighty Dragon Lord. All that matters is I give it everything I've got! His eyes were glowing with white flames as he retracted his sword, but this did not remove it from the dragon's grasp. Instead in that moment he brought himself closer to the dragon via his own spell as the Lord attempted to swing him around. He zoomed through the flames, taking the damage. It burnt right through his mana skin, but he didn't care anymore. Using the momentum of his own spell, he increased the aura of his Lion Form and latched a flaming grip right onto Tchazzar's wing. This grip alone dealt significant damage, as would the sword. The dragon had two choices; keep holding onto the sword or let it go. If he kept holding on, then Ardere would unleashed a series of punches via his own personal strength and the lion form. If he chose to let go, the mage would began spiraling around once again with his blazing God Killer, supplementing these attacks with his Lion Form. Either way, a minimum of Archmage flaming magic was being unleashed onto the Lord Tchazzar. Ardere gave this onslaught every ounce of strength from each fiber in his being. His heart filled with conviction and determination, there was no thoughts of winning in his mind. The Crimson Lion's only thoughts were of fighting, fighting right up until the end no matter what. That's the kind of person he used to be before Silas' died, and that's the person he would continue to be. No Daemon was going to strip him of his will or of his strength. I've spent years getting stronger to protect the people I love. Vengeance, pride, justice and all amounts of vain things fueled me for so long. But the only thing that fuels me now is....the people standing behind me. I'm only as strong as they are. Without them, this flame and this sword mean nothing. This was his final show of power. Would it be enough? That he did not know, but he knew Forrest and Zaven were still behind him no matter what. Their strength filled him with conviction, and that was enough for him.
Fylja + God Killer sustained[break][break] Name of Spell: Crimson King: Tyr[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand | Attack Creation/Physical Reinforcement[break] Range & Speed: Self | N/A[break] Mana Cost: 40 (20)[break] Stats Effected: +Grand Strength[break] Applicable Perks: Mana Conservationist, Concussive Blows, Battle Knight, Brute, Herculean Strength. Description: Ardere has used this spells for years, and is considered one of his most used spells. Based on the Ifrit spell Lysander used and the Abyss Armor Elizabeth utilized, this spell has been honed and practiced. The mage creates an armor of flame across his entire body, lighting his hair on fire in the process. This also causes his muscles to expand and strengthen as the PR aspect of it reinforces his strength. This allows him to punch holes in buildings, or even level them. The power of the flame and reinforcement are used in tandem to make this a monstrously terrifying offensive spell.
Last Edit: Jul 11, 2020 14:58:29 GMT -5 by Ardere✧
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] ”Dammit…” Was all he could say, neither golem was down, but his spell did not do much to curb the attacks either. So in response to all this, when Ardere continued on with his attack and Tchazzar did his thing he knew there was not a lot of time left before the shadow mage was down for the count. ”Fine, let’s do this the hard way. FORREST, GRAB ON!” He would yell out before commanding Talos to fall back and kneel so that the mages would have somewhere to land and be out of the lava spray area attack. He dispelled Achilies before allowing whatever lava that was going to attack them, hit Talos as the great golem would attack with its hands...it was going to assist Ardere anyway it could. Zaven was at his limit though and knew that if this continued...he would actually die here so in order for that not to happen he held up the shadow bow that he made, the Erebus Strike spell and he wasted no time as he drew the bowstring back and let the arrow fly. [break][break]
He remembered a time before this little adventure...his journey here. Being a rich kid, leaving his overprotective bastard of a father to join the knights...defending the kingdom from those trying to destroy it with his brothers...the people he met...the people he killed...he remembered it all. In all honesty Zaven knew what was happening...this was a defining moment for him and also his life flashing before his eyes. He was ready to die for his kingdom, but he was afraid of those he was leaving behind. Rosa...Hino...Cyrus...Malcolm...Vulkan...these people were like family to him...and now...he was fighting to get stronger for them. Time seemed to come back to normal as the events passed by to the moment of him letting the arrow fly. ”Ardere...THIS IS ALL I GOT! TAKE THIS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS TCHAZZAR!” The captain of the Golden Dawn was defiant even in what may be his final moments, he hopped Forrest actually came with him up to Talos’s shoulders. This fight may very well be at its end.
[attr="class","forresttext"] There were plenty of jokes to go around, even the amnesiac had questioned it himself when he first had woken up to the world. His name was Forrest, his magic was that of trees, and somehow he’d landed himself in a squad known for its fiery passion and magics of the like. He would have felt out of place, no he did. [break][break] And the question remained why? Why had he decided to remain? He was a man with hardly a name, and yet people welcomed him open arms and warm smiles, they said words like ‘comrade’ and believed in things like friendship. But those were things built on trust, on years of depending on one another, years that had been lost to him. [break][break] He still wanted it, didn’t he? What was in the world was stopping him? [break][break] Forrest didn’t want emotions to cloud his judgments, and yet all he could feel was the heat of the fire burning into his skin, filling his vision with an angry, hot red. He ground his teeth so hard veins could have been popping from his neck. Why was he so angered? Why was he so frustrated? [break][break] A scream came, it didn’t feel like his own, even if it was. Fire burned, erupting down his limb made of branches. The blond mage barely had the time to dispel his own spell, feeling the flames garner too close for comfort. Everything was hot, everything fucking hurt. There were still emotions there, crying out to him that he just wanted to ignore. [break][break] “FORREST, GRAB ON!” [break][break] Nor did he have the time. He did grab on, because well, he was about to be splattered with molten hot rock. Either way, it seemed that their own fate was to end up taking one very hot bath. [break][break] “Praesidium!” He shouted his spell, feeling his arms invigorated with golden mana once again. He raised his wooden shield high, mostly in an attempt to protect himself and whatever little bit of the golem he could from the wave that was headed their way. He didn’t have much time to admire the clash of the ages happening between the Captain of the Crimson Lion and the so-believed god dragon. [break][break] This was their adventure after all. [break][break] Heroes normally triumphed right? [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
85/145
45 ic // 45 ooc
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Combat summary
[break] TL;DR Forrest's trees all burn and then he hops on to a golem and still puts a shield up (Praesidium) because idk, lava still is really hot or whatever
Description: Forrest causes his skin of mostly his forearms to be covered in a layer light subtly glowing tree bark. When he raises his forearms together, the tree-like limbs fuse together to expand and form a bigger, size great-shield roughly 1 meter in height and 75 cm in width. With the PR aspect of this spell, Forrest is able to withstand 1 [Senior] Rank’s worth of damage with this spell and protect allies standing directly behind him. The spell additionally boosts his natural [Durability].
Due to the [Self Repairing] perk, if the shield 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.
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 remained quiet at Ardere’s answer. This powerful man before him was still, compared to the millennium old dragon, simply a child. In the midst of combat, it seemed as if time stopped for a few seconds and the pain from the sword was miniscule. Instead the man tried to attack the dragon with physical strength. The other two mages, the tree and the shadow user had teamed up, working together to survive the horrible conditions he had put them under. A few arrows were launched from the Blake noble that landed in that cleared dragon scale, making the Dragon Emperor grit his teeth. As he screamed about shoving the arrow down his ass, Tchazzar felt himself laugh. Ah…indeed these were kids. But this was why they were so entertaining. So enjoyable to fight, to regard from a distance and to watch grow. On their own, they’d have a hard time taking him on, but together…Even the blond, so passive throughout the whole experience, so mopey seemed to have found the fight in him. He collaborated with the Blake to survive. [break][break]
The solidified molten lava that had become Tchazzar’s armor cracked and chipped, falling off of his wing, making the Jaws of Fire chuckle as it hit the lava with a large splash. [break][break]
“Good…this tells me enough.” The dragon’s low timbre shook the room. There was a pained note in his voice as he looked back at Ardere, still holding onto his blade as he dealt his damage. Fortunately, the monstrosity was resistant to fire, lava and heat. It was its essence. He would move his wing, Ardere on it, with some strength, summoning the lava back into its original pool around it and absorbing the heat that was spread around the room into his body. His heat rose and the molten lava spread over his body, seeping into the places where the rock solid molted rock had been chipped off, seemingly protecting him and…healing him? [break][break]
“I’m impressed…clearly your kind has grown over the years. You all have attitudes to be admired. Whether it’s the drive to never give up, the willingness to grow or the ability to stay cool in dangerous situations and think clearly.” The dragon would gently reach back and pluck Ardere from his wing, his firey eyes meeting that of the Crimson Lions Captain with a certain…gentleness. [break][break]
“I’ve learned a lot from you…and you’ve all displayed the ability to grow and adapt, no matter how difficult the situation gets. Your allies…your family pushes you to greater highs…the ones you’ve lost and loved…” The gaze shifted over to Forrest for a split second “and the ones you don’t remember…they’ve all turned you into a shining beacon for this generation.” There was free space for the party to sit down and relax. A pleasant breeze, still warm, but significantly cooler to the monsterous heat from before, swept over the party. “We are similar in this regard…”It was a surprise to the eldest dragon, but he welcomed it. Perhaps the Clover Kingdom was one that wouldn’t bother him and his council… [break][break]
“I believe apologies are in order for our underhanded behavior in having you here…” There was a pause and a sudden bright red spark flashed over the room, making everyone but the Jaws of Fire cover their eyes in its brightness or get rendered blind for a few seconds. [break][break]
“Your cockiness, Ardere Kisai, will come to bite you in the ass someday…but I like you. I find that an old friend of mine would be good to keep you in check.” The voice echoed around the room as the fluttering sound of small wings came from besides Tchazzar and stopped in front of the fire-using Crimson Lion. A little red dragon, or so it would seem at first stared into Ardere’s eyes intimidatingly. “This is Salamander, the fire spirit. Take good care of him.” [break][break]
He then turned towards Zaven and Forrest, giving them a motion towards the suddenly open vault of treasures on the side of the room. [break][break]
“Please go ahead and look around for 5 things you like. Duke Vael will escort you out and lead you back to safety through the desert…not that you need his help.” [break][break]
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All Adventurers may roll for 5 loot items in discord after you do your exit posts (Ard also now has Salamander. Yay!) [break][break]
[attr="class","ardereescroll"]Ardere stood there for a moment, in awe. Blood gently trickling down his brow, his mana skin was utterly shattered. This was the first time in what seemed like millennia to even a mere mortal, that severe damage had been dealt to him. His entire body felt like needles and spikes were piercing through him, but nonetheless he still stood. His muscles did not give way as he was gently let down and stared deep into the dragon's eyes. It was clear that Tchazzar outclassed him, but what was also clear was that he had provided a genuine challenge. That would be enough for the Crimson Lion. It would be enough today. [break][break] Exasperated and drained of most of his physical energy, Ardere still felt a surprising amount of mana left inside of him. For once he had not gotten too gung ho and blown through his mana. Wiping the blood from his brow, the fire mage resisted the urge to heal himself for a moment. The pain was what reminded him that he was truly alive. He needed it, for now. Thanks Tchazzar. It seems I learned something from you as well. I hope that some day, we may meet again. And I hope this adventure was worthy of you, old man. A smirk crossing his twisted lips, the Captain felt an odd Ki approaching him. This Ki was unlike anything he had ever sensed before. There was a magnificence and wonder to it. As the tiny fluttering wings approached, his heart was warm. There was an exchange of looks only between Ardere and Salamander. For many years had this spirit been locked away, and for so long had the fire mage felt like he was missing something. Was this destiny? He did not know, but he did feel the void inside of him beginning to fill for the first time. [break][break] I won't let you down. Until we meet again. Turning back to his friends, the fire dragon disappeared for a moment before entering Ardere's body. It felt like a thousand suns was now dwelling inside him, but there was no pain. There was only warmth inside him, a fire burning unlike anything he had ever felt before. That long lost strength he was searching for had finally begun to rebuild. He was truly joyous, something he cared not to forget. This was the future, his future. Thank you guys for coming with me. I owe you both. He said to his companions, giving them a nod. You're both strong in very different ways. I just...hope you know that. The Captain said as he prepared to leave. Their journey had finally concluded. This journey at least. [break][break] -The End-
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] Just like that...it was over and the lava and head died down as everything returned to a sense of normalcy. The great dragon explained to them that he was impressed with what had transpired and that the group worked well. He paid attention to Ardere who fought the hardest apparently, and a spirit showed up, a small dragon flew up to Ardere as Tchazzar said this would help him in the future. He gave Forrest and Zaven a chance to go through the treasury it seemed as a thank you, and with a sigh Zaven dismissed his spells and bowed to the great elder dragon before walking forward and finding a few things that would catch his eye. There was literal mountains of items...crowns, armor, shields, and swords...tomes that looked to be as old as the great being they just fought. ”These items are almost as old as the desert itself and we can take five...Very well I will not hold back then.” Zaven picked out five pieces out of the treasury before returning to the minotaur that helped them before. [break][break]
When the three were done with it all and they were standing before the Minotaur they were promptly escorted out, Zaven was quiet the entire time as he did not wonder what exactly he had gained from the treasure, but he was focused on what he had given up for these gains...he also did not come to any sort of conclusive find for what he was originally out in the desert for so when Ardere thanked him and his own fellow Crimson Lion, Zaven just gave the man a nod before heading back out into the desert as he knew that he was no longer needed. He made the trek back to civilization. [break][break]
It took him three days to get back to the Golden Dawn headquarters and once he was there he silently went to his office and shut himself inside as he gave the whole ordeal some thought. With a final sigh he opened his satchel and looked at what he had gained...but his mind lingered on what he had also lost there.
[attr="class","forresttext"] Maybe Heroes did triumph. In the end, he felt far from one. [break][break] Lava still burned. Dragons still roared. Pain still hurt. But it was over, that was what mattered. They had triumphed, that was the end of it. [break][break] And had he felt like he had accomplished anything afterward? His hollowness seemed to only echo inside of him. Some grand trial it did turn out to be, a fight with a dragon with powers and knowledge of a god itself. Yet the answers he still searched for remained out of reach. [break][break] “... and the ones you don’t remember…” [break][break] Now he had a giant lizard reminding him of his fate. [break][break] It was an easy thing to think, what with a shallowed heart and a shattered memory. He said nothing in return, only dropping his spells as the moment called for it. Proved his worth and all that matter, that was it after all. He looked over to Captains and to the Crimson Lion of the Hour, positively beaming with his blazing pride. [break][break] One couldn’t help but want to bask the warmth the man so provided, to grab a little bit of the firelight that he emanated. But feel worthy of such a presence… somewhere, he knew he still fell short. [break][break] ”Thank you guys for coming with me. I owe you both.” [break][break] Some god of a dragon could say so many words, powerful as they were. It was almost too odd, how suddenly all the fiery warmth in the world couldn’t reach the cold that remained bound to his chest. [break][break]
“Yessir.” The blonde mage said with a slight sigh, his own nod rather smaller in return. He took one last look around at their surroundings, blazed and burned from lava and a singed from a fight witnessed by so few. It was a place he would be glad to never return to again. [break][break] The strongest emotion that he did feel was that same tiredness, a haunting air that still seemed to follow him even after so long. The dragon offered them treasure in return, but in all honesty, there was nothing there among its gold and his priceless horde that Forrest felt worth taking. The one treasure he would have wanted to keep, he’d already given away. [break][break] A hand reached up, feeling his own bare neck, devoid of a necklace he’d almost grown too used to wearing. Empty. Just like the memories that weren’t there. [break][break] He just had to learn to leave it behind. Had that been the reason for this whole grand adventure? To learn one single, sad lesson? Maybe he’d just been one terrible kind of student. It was almost funny really, his tragedy simply wrote itself.
He almost laughed. What had they done after all? Fought sand sharks? Had a desperate charity event with talking man-bull over the value of trees? And then fought senile old man that turned out to be an elder god dragon? An adventure for certain. [break][break] Old memories were gone. He still struggled to accept that, perhaps he always would. And as selfish as he wanted to feel, new memories could be made. He was making them right now. [break][break] Fingers felt at nothing, having no gem to rub against, curling only into an empty fist. He looked up again, only to see that he trailed so many steps after his Captain, the fierce look of a conquering Lion never left the Kasai. [break][break] Forrest knew it all too well. For something to be gained, something had to be lost. For something to be lost, one had to accept it could never be found. For one to move on, they had to leave something behind.
Created during the age of the conquerors and warlords, the Manica was a symbol that was used to barter peace. Wherein peace was the only option, for war was a sure defeat. The Manica was a symbol of power, a crown for the warlords of the deserts. It was not passed down, but rather, was earned by defeating the previous owner. It's magical properties, after all, were too great for its time.
A red dragon. A battle that could not be won. The Manica, made from mana infused desert deathwood, was lost in the annals of history. It was taken as a trophy by the red lava dragon, a part of its collection. Nine centuries later, it would be found by an inheritor, the one to bring back its glory.
Type & Uses: Flow | 5 Turn Active 4 Turns Overheat
Rank & Specialization: Senior | Transformation
Mana Cost: 23 | 12
Range & Speed: 40m AOE
Stats Affected: -10m/s (First Round Caught)
Description: By channeling mana into the Manica, the user is able to transform the terrain around or in front of the user into a forest of trees that is both lush and dangerous. While the green treetops might offer shade from the elements, the surrounding conjured forest are dangerous, with the trees sprouting spikes around its trunk that pierces those within for Intermediate damage. Those caught in it for the first round will have their speed debuffed by -10m/s, afterwards, the debuff disappears.
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Forrest, Your Staff Made Magic Weapon, Made by Naxel:
Hand of Ignia
Rank & Element: Senior | Lava
Class & Type Magical Weapon
Magic Specializations: Attack
Appearance Lore:
The Actual origin of the gauntlet is unknown. Tchazzar obtained it in a game of ancient poker with one of the long passed princes of Clover. It has sat in his treasure trove ever since.
The gauntlet is a shining gold with red metal engravings on its side and leather straps used to fasten it to the user.. Over the fingers of the gauntlet are four claw like designs.
The user will throw their hand out to trigger the gauntlet to activate, and begin to cover with red mana. Once it is covered, the user will either drag the claws of the gauntlet across the ground, or simply jab them into the ground. From there the ground will begin to get warmer where the gauntlet is touching or touched. The user will then thrust their hand towards whatever their target may be. Then, the ground would quickly crack in a straight line towards the direction the user thrusted their hand. As the crack is forming Lava will shoot out of the ground upward as it keeps up with the crack forming. The crack and lava will form at a seed of 40 meters per second with a distance of 80 meters. Anyone who comes in contact with this wall of lava, or gets caught in its path, will be dealt senior damage. Once the crack is forming, and lava rising, the direction of the ability can not be altered. It will stay formed for 5 rounds, or if the users mana runs out first. After the ability is used then it will have 4 round overheat stage where it can not be used.
The user will throw their hand out to trigger the gauntlet to activate, and begin to cover with red mana. Lava will then begin to pour out of the gauntlet to where it will form a circle of lava that is 5 meters wide all the way around. From there the user will lift up the gauntlet to manipulate the lava into rising up to 10 meters in the air. Afterwards, the user can thrust out the gauntlet, in any direction, for the lava to be pushed outwards. It will form a small wave of lava that will push outwards to a 40 meter area. Anyone who comes in contact with this wave, or the lava afterwards, will deal senior worth of damage. It can be activated for 5 rounds, or if the users mana runs out before then. After the ability is used then it will have a 4 round overheat stage where it can not be used.
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Zaven, Your Magical Armor Made by Panda:
Crepusculum
Rank & Element: Grand | Shadow
Class & Type: Magical Armor
Magic Specializations: Healing | Transformation
Appearance & Lore:
Crepusculum: the Twilight. A long coat that had once been owned by a Shadow mage, Crepusculum's history is shrouded in mystery and unknown deaths. An adventurer, long seeking the treasure trove of the lava dragon, had sought to create a small party to try and sneak into the dragon's den. The Shadow mage, chief among them, would be the first to fall - greed was unforgiving.
A recent stirring. The shadow mana calling out to a new owner. The long coat had been laying in the den of the dragon for almost nine centuries. It's shadow mana-infused weaving would live long, and would now call to the Shadow mage that was close-by. It sought to be used again. The Twilight is at-hand.
Type & Uses: Flow | 5 Turn Active 4 Turns Overheat
Rank & Specialization: Senior | Healing
Mana Cost: 23 | 12
Range & Speed: Self
Stats Affected: +6 Power
Description: Pouring mana into the long coat, the user is able to channel the item's first ability. The shadow element will concentrate on the area where the injury is located, and will slowly soothe and purify it by knitting the wound together and sealing it from contaminants. It is able to heal at-rank damage, may heal mana skin as well as normal health, and may cleanse/remove debuffs following Healing rules. If applied for two post can regrow digits, four posts can regrow limbs and minor/smaller non-vital organs. Cannot resurrect.
Type & Uses: Flow | 5 Turn Active 4 Turns Overheat
Rank & Specialization: Senior | Transformation
Mana Cost: 23 | 12
Range & Speed: 40m AOE
Stats Affected: -10m/s (First Round Affected)
Description: Crepusculum had long since bathed in the fires of the dragon. The user of this ability will be able to turn the ground around themselves or directly in front of them into lava. They are able to make sure that a platform of earth is available for them to stand upon. The lava does Intermediate damage to those caught in it, causing second degree burns. Those caught in it for the first round will have their speed debuffed by -10m/s, afterwards, the debuff disappears.
This obsidian Masterpiece, crafted by dwarves in a forge of devil fire, has been buried in Tchazzar’s hordes of treasure for millennia. It’s dark outer layer refracts the sun in such a way that makes the user surrounded in a dark, yet powerful aura. It’s called the Overlord armor because it once belonged to an ancient prince of the underworld.
Type & Uses: Burst Turns Active: 4 Uses:4
Rank & Specialization: Senior/Attack Creation
Mana Cost: 33 and 36 recharge
Range & Speed: 80m,40m/s
Stats Affected: +6 power
Description:
When the user cast this spell small shards of obsidian start pouring out of the armor before taking the shape of a two sided battle axe. The weapon itself is 6 feet long with the blade itself being a foot long. It is able to deal senior damage a strike as well as buff the users power by six. For every thirty control the user has they are able to make an extra battle axe.
Type & Uses: Flow Active turns: 5 overheat duration:4
Rank & Specialization: Senior/Healing
Mana Cost: 23|12
Range & Speed: 80m,40m/s
Stats Affected: NA
Description: When the user cast this spell a shard of obsidian appears in there hand, After a few seconds to give the user time to hand the shard to someone else it will start to expand covering there whole body expect for the head. The obsidian won't protect from any damage however it will heal whoever is covered in it for senior damage to either mana skin or health not both at once. For every thirty control the user has they are able to make a second shard to heal with however it will drop the healing of the spell by one rank every time after the starting shard.
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Last Edit: Jul 23, 2020 19:05:50 GMT -5 by Rosalia
