Supremacy (A Role-Playing thread)

[Arcadic]

IC: Roy

"I appreciate it greatly," Roy said with a quick smile. He let his hand drop down to his side again before looking from Gahr to Knite and back again. It seemed they were both members of the same order. Interesting. Roy hoped he would be able to talk to them again later, but now his duties called.

"I hate to cut the introductions short gentlemen, but there are still wounded allies who need help and I should tend to them first." With an apologetic nod and another smile, Roy turned and jogged down towards the wounded knights, preparing a large heal spell along the way. A couple of the other clerics had arrived from his clergy and they were already working on the more fatal injuries.

Tag Knite, Gahr

[Zecks Vermillion]

Ooc:you guys wrote alot since i was gone O_o lets see if i cant get back in there.

IC:Zecks.

Zecks walked slowly towards a big rock and sat down on it. Taking a few breathes and releasing the stress he intended to savor the moment of peace and quite that finally surrounded him. "Its over" he said to himself. "Indeed these warriors are truly as skilled as i have heard of." he watched from where he sat how the battlefield was littered in corpses of the attackers while the Knights still stood tall and strong.

Zecks then stood up, and started walking towards the Fortress. "Well its now or never" he said as he tried to remove the endless dust from his clothes.

As he reached the gate he looked around to try and see if he couldn't find the skilled Knight he saw fight at the front line. Zecks knew that he was probably of higher ranking then the others. But going from one group of knights to another the situation kinda turned as when he tried to ask questions the knights asked Zecks for assistance. Wondering what it was they had asked him to help move the wounded towards the clerics camp. Seeing as they required help fast Zecks did not wait and started mumbling something. As he pointed his hand towards two Knights on the ground they began to levitate into the air. Zecks then walked with the other knights that were carrying more wounded people towards the nearest cleric. After reaching them he put the wounded down close to the clerics and they began the healing.

After helping moving a few more he was finally able to continue his search for the Fortresses leader. Perhaps he would find the cleric that rejuvenated Zecks strength during battle. And even the flying caster that was controlling the raging Ancient tree.

Tag Any (now that i am inside its kinda hard figuring out what to say and do >.< still new to the idea of such a big RP)

[Gahr Darkrage]

IC: gahr
In in the courtyard of the fortress

The courtyard was bustling with activity. A group of new recruits was scanning the piles of Balaur to finish off any would-be survivors. Still others were gathering up the wounded guards and taking them over to the clerics tent that had been hastily erected in the south corner. Others were perched high at their posts scanning the horizon for even the slightest hint of a second wave.

Gahr turned to Knite, "Their getting more organized." he said in a serious tone. "Each encounter with the Balaur is getting more difficult and there is only so much that you and I can do. Many of these recruits are not ready to join us in the field and we were lucky to get back here this time to protect the fortress."

Gahr looked straight into knite's eyes and he could see that knite agreed. "You and I kill a few hundered of them and they just keep coming. I think it's time we started aiming higher in their ranks."

Tag knite

[Halan]

Gm approved.

OOC: Ok first time doing this so it may be a bit repetive but hopefully it won't.
Name: Halan.

Race: Elyos.

Class: Assasain.

Age: 27

Description: light skinn, long white hair which he keeps away from his eyes with a white headband, green eyes, sturdy dark brown leather armour which is easy to move in,long dark brown leather boots with a small pouch in it containing a few useful things, two steel short swords.

Biography: A skilled assasain who fights the enemies of Elyos whenever he feels for it, with no authority over him he sometimes just disapear to go somewhere else when feels for it. Being quite calm and gathered by nature there are still some things from his past that he never really gotten over. Even if perfectly able to follow orders when he feels they make sense. He prefers to let the warriors take the damage while sneaking behind the backs of the enemys and if there is a leader quickly stabbing him/her then sneaking away, Even if some may consider he's fighting style cowardly Halans theory is that it is better to get to the root of the problem and then clean up the rest. Despite his fighting style he does not hestiate to help anyone but still if it is a lost battle does not need to think twice about running away to fight another day.
IC: Halan.
Walking towards the fortress.
Walking slowly towards the fortress Halan wondered what he would do next just after he reported back to the commander, maybe I should take it easy for a while he muttered to himself. Seriously why did I even take the mission he thought to himself even if knowing the answer. The fortress needed it's soldiers to defend. "Now I'm talking to myself yeah this is great". Suddenly as the wind changed direction he smelled something that he did not really expect to be here, walking around following the scent he got to a large rock. Walking around it he noticed three burnt corpses, quietly looking at them it was quite clear it was either Asmosdians or Elyos. Well atleast I got something to report now he thought quietly to himself. Now walking a bit quicker to the fortress eager to get done with it he noticed that it seemed to been a battle not too long ago, well what do you know, perhaps was a good thing I was on a mission after all. Walking through the gate it seemed it was not long ago at all, the corpses had not yet been moved and the blood still looked freash. Looking quickly at the people that was here he noticed that the lieutenant seemed to go through the damages at the moment. he noticed him and asked "So Halan you found anything interesting to report?".
"Nothing sir, except a short walk from here at a rock there are three burned Asmodians or Elyos corpses I don't know if this is really surprising with the fact of this battle but because it is just Balaurians here a group of Elyos either just was unlucky with coming when it was a Balaur sorcerrer there or it was a Asmodian who was unlucky". "there was no spellcaster among them the liutenant answered", "then I quess it was a Elyos spellcaster or an Asmodian but you better check if it is any of your soldiers and now with your permission sir my mission is complete if I am not mistaken", "yes go and rest now or do whatever you want I send someone to get the corpses" the lieutenant answered. "Thank you sir Halan answered with the slightest bit of irony", bowed and walked away to get something to eat and drink
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[The Dreamer]

OOC: If I may just make a suggestion Halan, I think if you used quotation marks it might make it easier to see who's talking.

[knite16]

IC: Knite

"You and I kill a few hundred of them and they just keep coming. I think it's time we started aiming higher in their ranks."

"I couldn't agree more. I'll begin sending out scouts immediately. With a few high ranking bosses out of the way, their attacks won't be nearly as organized as this." Knite spoke, nodding as he did.

Knite watched as Roy began to work his talent on the fallen Knights. It was fortunate he arrived when he did. The limited number of talented Clerics within the order would surely have caused more deaths.

Knite turned back to Gahr. "We should begin briefing our scouts for where to look and what to look for. We will need detailed reports on resistance, security, and terrain. These will be high profile Balaur, but after such an attack on us, I have to believe an assault would be the last thing they expect."

As he finished talking, a man clad in robes entered the main gate. Knite noticed him only from moments before when they had shared a common enemy. "Theres the other spark thrower. I think it's time we met."

Knite turned from Gahr and began to walk towards the gate.

Tag Gahr, Zecks

[Karnage]

GM Approved
OOC: RP noob as well hope I won't shame myself.

Name: Karnage

Race: Asmodian

Class: Chanter

Description: While on the shorter side of about 5'5, Karnage is no pushover, easily topping 190lbs of pure muscle. Dark hair, almost black and eyes that are a unusually dark red for an Asmodian. His eyes are what inspired his name.

Biography: Easily one of the strongest Asmodians from his home town, he has beaten several Elyos gladiators in single combat. While his name might suggest a violent nature, he is actually peaceful although once the battle is in full swing is known to be practically unstoppable, a rather dangerous attribute for one who is supposed to be at most a front-line healer. It is because of this that he has not recieved many promotions among the Asmodian army, despite his incredible kill rate. Slow to anger, but slow to calm after you get him there.

IC: Karnage
Karnage landed in the valley his patrol had been flying over. He and the rest of what he refered to as the "Misfit Maulers" had been on sentry detail for days after their little expierement with the new shipment of weapons. How was he supposed to know one of them was a poisonous bow? I mean come on it wasn't like anyone died, they cleared out the poison before it could take effect. Now that he thought about it he supposed that was the reason they hadn't been executed on the spot. Ah well, no changing the past.

Karnage snapped back to his patrol's current situation. For hours they had been watching unusually bright flashes coming from a fortress known to be under Elyos control. Half of his patrol had been itching to take a closer look, but Karnage knew they were on a short-leash as it was and he didn't want to risk further punishment for giving away the position of his patrol route. Although now that he thought about it, it had been a while since his mace, affectionately nicknamed Brutus, had tasted blood. But even as he thought this he knew they couldn't enter into a battle they had no business in.

Karnage's second in command, a loyal templar of sturdy build, who had been placed under his command for a strange habit of fainting in extreme heat, landed next to him as the rest of the patrol found their own knolls to rest on.

Karnage's second then asked, "Sir, why have we landed in such an insecure area?"

The reply was a relaxed almost uncaring, "We need to get better stock of our situation."

His second, seeming to understand a hidden message of Karnage's, bowed and backed away, and then while gesturing to some of the more battle-tested members of the patrol, stepped backwards, took a running leap, and in a flourish of leathery wings, took off with them in tow. It wasn't long before the remainder of the patrol heard steady wing beats heading in their direction. But to Karnage's ear something seemed wrong. They were coming in way to fast. He stood, hand on the hilt of his mace and unslung his shield from his back. His patrol seeing this readied what weapons they had in a rushed fashion. Karnage continued to listen to the wing beats. He had their speed down and he had started to count numbers. 15. He did a quick count of the number in his patrol. 16. He had started out that morning with 20. Only four should be coming back. There were eleven extra sets of wings. Once these numbers registered in Karnage's mind his body visibly tensed. The rest of his patrol knew what that ment. Battle.

Tag: Any

[The Dreamer]

IC: Dreamer
On remote mountainside.

Exiting from his portal, Dreamer landed on a small plain residing on the top of a steep mountain. The light from the night sky seemed to reflect off the tall grass that went to his waist, and the wind rustled it just so that it resembled the waves of an ocean. Tilting his head to one side, he could almost relax, when suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps. Turning he could see a dark clothed Asmodian woman walking towards him. It was rare for them to send a female assignor to him.

"There were to be three escorts for you, Mad Wolf. Could you kindly tell me where they are?" Her demeanor took on an air of arrogance, and the tone she used was as if she expected him to acknowledge her as an superior. She must be new...I'll teach her different.

"I'm afraid," Dreamer said turning the other way, "That I cannot converse with a female too stupid to be able to figure out such a simple question herself. Now please be a good girl, and relay your message that you are to present to me. I'm quite busy and have no time toying with a ignorant such as yourself." He could guess what was to happen next.


"Y...You dare talk to me with such insolence! I'll make you PAY!" Screaming at him, she shot a bolt of lighting strait towards his back, "You shall kneel to ME!" There was her mistake. Turning swiftly he caught the lightning with a magic grasp in his hand, and flung it back at her, catching her off guard. Then using his left hand, he levitated her up into the air. He then began to make the wind form into slashes, just dull enough that they wouldn't give her a mortal cut. Caught in the this tornado of pain, her screams pierced through the howling winds. Sweet, lovely screams...

It was not until that he became concerned that she might suffocate herself from her incessant cries, did The Dreamer let her down. She collapsed to the ground, too weak to stand. Her clothes now in rags, she barely looked anything like the woman that had initially presented herself to him. Kneeling down to her and lifting her face up to him by the jaw, he spoke very softly, "Now you were to present a message to me, yes? An assignment?" Her tear glistened eyes shown with nothing but fear; through the sobs she tried to answer him, "Yes...P-Please just...no more...I was sent...to tell you that..."

"Hurry now my dear before I become impatient." He truly hated waiting.

"O-f course, yes...anything you want...," Breathing in deeply she blurted the next out as if her life depended on it. It most likely did. "You are t-to go to a Elyos guarded fortress in the abyss. T-there you must infiltrate it and follow this map to this secret room, where...where we believe there will be a tome. You must take it and bring it to us." Taking the note and map from the woman, he still did not let her go.

"It's no simple task simply running into the enemy's heavily fortified building, grabbing a treasure and waltzing right on out." Gasping she quickly answered, "We have already planned for this. We have sent a a squadron of Asmodians to the location already, assigning them to be on sentry duty. The Elyos are soon to find them, and while they are in battle, you are to enter the fortress admits the chaos."

"Sacrificing so many, for something such as a tome...that's quite a treasure. could you tell me what it is?" He already had a hunch what it might be. His heart began to beat with excitement.

"I..._c-can't!" Instantly the tears began to stream down her face again, "It's class...classified information s-so they won' let me...P-please, l-let me go."

"Of course my dear, you have been most helpful. I do hope to see you again soon." Staggering, to her feet she quickly summoned a portal and practically fell on through. Dreamer barely noticed as he was lost in thought already. This could be it. This artifact might be exactly what I've been looking for, and if it is...He began laughing hysterically. Taking out the map, and looking only furthered his laughter. The location was the same fortress he had just been to. Quickly he summoned a portal and ran on through. Soon I will have it. Soon my true quest will begin!

[Karnage]

IC: Karnage
Karnage's body shook with anticipation. It had been weeks since his last serious fight. Today he might get a chance to prove that he was worthy of his command. It had actually come as a suprise to him that they had trusted someone like him, someone they hadn't trusted to save himself if he was in trouble, with command over anything even if it was a small squadron of misfits. He guessed it was because of his kill record. But now as he thought about, after giving him his command they had announced this new flight patrol that went dangerously close to enemy territory. At the moment, that didn't matter to him.

Karnage slowly eased into some breathing exercises he had forced himself to take up in order to calm himself after almost passing out before his last fight. As he did so he gather together his mana and released it with each breath until he was one solid pulsing light orb. That had been another reason he had always been a titan on the battlefield; his sheer power, both physical and magical. As he openned his eyes he saw the first of the attackers clear the horizon.

The attacker was a gladiator of sturdy build, obviously Elyos. He was wielding a large pole-ax and bearing down quickly on their location with the wings of one used to battle in the Abyss. It was only then that Karnage realized that his second had taken the only heavy fighters in the patrol. He was the strongest of the patrol. Oh crap. At that moment it seemed everyone else in the patrol realized it at the same moment because they all looked at Karnage with a look inbetween surprise and pure terror. Resigned to this Karnage gathered his breath one last time, fixed his eyes on the gladiator closing in and took a leap that halved the distance between the two without once using his wings.

Before his battle-lust could take complete control Karnage managed to reinforce his shield with an extra layer of magic. That was all he had time for before he crashed shield-first into the chest of the gladiator, putting a massive dent into his armor. The gladiator fell stunned for at least 20 feet before pulling himself out of his free-fall. Karnage was in hot pursuit and before the gladiator could bring his weapon to bear, smashed down on the middle of his pole-ax with his mace. The pole-ax splintered straight down the middle leaving a now short hand ax and very surprised gladiator. The rest of the handle tumbled down into the Abyss the two had found themselves over. With the gladiator again stunned with disbelief, Karnage released his pent up energy into one solid beam of light and sent it straight into the chest of the gladiator. Karnage caught one last glimpse of him as he fell, already dead, to the bottom of the abyss far below.

With that battle resolved Karnage turned his attention back to the valley his patrol had landed in. His patrol was frantically defending itself and it seemed Karnage's opponent had not been the only gladiator of the group. One of his mages was sending frantic blasts of fire in the direction of a trio of them and was beginning to panic, a trait that probably landed him under Karnage's patrol. Seeing his danger Karnage quickly sent out a field of light and wrapped it around the mage's body just in time to deflect an incoming blow from one of the gladiator's bastard sword. Shocked that the blow had no effect they look around for the source of the unwelcome intrusion, and their eyes came to rest on Karnage. Karnage felt his blood begin to boil once again and pressed onward with a speed that seemed to verify the rumors that Asmodians were true demons. Let's see if three can handle me better than their brother, Karnage thought grimly. With a battle cry that had frozen the blood of many of his foes, Karnage built his energy for a blow that would send all three gladiators reeling.

Tag: Any

[Zecks Vermillion]

IC: Zecks

"Back to the starting point" he said as he noticed he had returned to the gate entrance. Breathing out heavily in disappointment he stared into the sky for a moment, then down to the ground. The dark blood of the Balaur streamed between the rocks and cracks on the ground along with the water being splashed over some areas. It looked like a river of blood. Something he had seen before....

As he felt some old memories almost returning, among the endless metallic sounds marching all around him one set of sound caught his attention. The metal stomping at the ground felt somehow so heavy. It actually had a aura about it that made him feel like he was under pressure, and it was growing. Quickly he stared straight forward. Then turned around to face whatever was approaching him.

Zecks stared directly at a white haired Knight, who stared directly back as he approached Zecks. He wore a Silver colored platemail that covered his entire body. And he held on a large shield in one hand that looked like it had been hammered on a thousand times over, yet his sword looked like it had not seen much battle. But its edge was covered in fresh dark blood. "This is no ordinary Knight" he thought as the pressure continued to increase.

The Knight was only a few steps away when Zecks suddenly took one step backwards as if prepairing for a fight. The Knight stopped just in arms length in front of Zecks. As he looked upon the face of the Knight he suddenly saw that the Knight had no intentions of attacking him. Although his calm and motionless face did puzzle him. Standing there face to face he didn't know what to say. Here he stood in front of a person that was obviously higher ranking then the others, exactly what he was looking for. Yet he was clueless on what to say.....

...."Yes?"

Tag:Knite Gahr(if you feel like being part of the conversation^^)

[Gahr Darkrage]

IC: Gahr

"Theres the other spark thrower. I think it's time we met."


Knite turned from Gahr and they both walked towards the stranger at the gate. The stranger seemed more and more apprehensive the closer the two of them came. Just as they reached the stranger he seemed to take a defensive stance. Gahr and Knite quickly stopped just at arms length of the man.

"I must say," Gahr said with a flat tone "it's been quite some time since I've seen a caster with your kind of power." Gahr let the slightest hint of a smile sneak out of the corner of his lips. Knite stood tall and proud with the look of a true champion on his face.

"We appreciate your help with the Balaur. I am Gahr Darkrage, Celestial Knight of the Divine Order. This is Seraphim Knite Shadowbane our leader. I think I speak for both of us when I say welcome to the Divine Order." Gahr seemed slightly more at ease and extended his hand towards the fellow spellslinger. Knite stood motionless next to Gahr and yet he seemed at peace with the world.

Tag: knite, Zecks (oh yeah I ain't missing this :P)

[Aquarius]

-GM Approved-
Name: Neptune
Race: Elyos
Class: Spiritmaster
Age: 50
Description: Light skined, long white hair with deep purple eyes. Carries a silver spear since the war began, along with long white robes.

Biography:Mostly once found in the libraries before the war began, Neptune has taken up his spear in an effort to help protect his friends. His pets are strong from the years of studying, unfortunatly his stamina isnt what it used to be. Great on the battlefield but only for a short spat. He is part of the legion of Divinity and so fights along side them as well as being on his own.

IC:Neptune

Neptune sliced the female asmdians face sending her spinning to the ground. She seemed to have been a sorcerer for now she no longer moved. "The ambush has gone well,” Neptune thought to himself.

There was a loud roar that caused Neptune to jolt his head skyward. It seemed that a rather bulky asmodian was going to come in for a rough landing. Neptune quickly decided to take it upon himself to snuff out this "rouge flame".

He quickly made his way through the crowd. His white robes caught attention but his spear was quick enough that he fended off any would be attackers.

As he broke from the crowd he saw that it was three gladiators who were targeted. He decided he had best intervene for the asmodian looked to be the fiercest here. Kneeling one knee to the ground, he closed his eyes. One of his hands he then placed palm down upon the earth. He could feel the vibrations of battle, the smell of the bloody dirt. These things he quickly let his mind shake loose, for what he really needed was the life potential of the earth.

"This should cause him to falter" Neptune thought with a thin smile.

As he placed his palm the earth between the gladiators and the incoming asmodian swelled to the size of a small hill. The top of which crumbled until small plants appeared, looking meek in the light of the Abyss. All it took was one breath of time. The hill exploded into a frenzy of vines and roots that rocketed to the sky. The fastest extensions formed a thick and gnarled hand. The rest of the roots stilled to form a wizened tree. The hand was still moving, breathing, waiting to crush the asmodian.

It wasn’t until then that Neptune opened his tired violet eyes.

Tag: Karnage