Supremacy (A Role-Playing thread)

[Aquarius]

IC: Neptune


"It seems that although the spell didnt work the way I wanted it to I got the same means" Neptune observed as the asmodian came screeching toward him.

Neptune simply stood waiting for the asmodian. "I shall snuff you like a candle in the wind" he thought menicingly.

"the next move is yours" he muttered.

Tag: Karnage

[Karnage]

OOC: Give me something to work with.

IC: Karnage

The old man just stood there waiting for his attack, not moving. Karnage's roar died down to a low growl as he bared his teeth. He drew level to the ground and flew straight towards the old man. His wings kicked up massive clouds of dust as he shot across the field. Just as he drew near the spiritmaster he brought his shield up in front of him and hid as much of his body as he could behind it. Let's see if he's got a spell for this.

Tag: Neptune

[Zecks Vermillion]

So heavily focused on the Knight he suddenly heard a voice next to him that snapped him back to reality.

"I must say," the person next to the Knight said. "it's been quite some time since I've seen a caster with your kind of power."

Zecks looked at the person. He saw that it was not a Knight but obviously a user of magic for he wore a Dark blue trenchcoat and his build was lighter yet sturdy like himself. Pausing for a moment he actually remembered seeing him close to the raging tree ancient. Turning his head for a moment towards the Knight he saw that he remained the same.

"I can say the same about you " Zecks replied as he turned again towards the silver haired caster. "I have seen earth spirits summoned but i have never seen a Earth summon that powerfull.

The caster had a small yet noticeable smile 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." As he just finished his sentence he extended his hand towards Zecks.

Zecks did not believe what he was hearing. He was in fact standing in front of the Seraphim. The leader of this Fortress. Of the Divine Order.
And it did not hide the fact that the extended hand belonged to his second in command. He let out a small smile of his own as the build up pressure started to wither away. He finally returned to his own serious yet relaxed self and extended his own hand at Gahr's hand.

"Thank you for your kind welcome Gahr Darkrage and Seraphim Knite Shadowbane." Zecks said in a serious yet calm voice. "My name is Zecks Vermillion."

Tag Knite,Gahr. (tense. so Tense! All thats missing is all this being actually recorded within the game >.<)

[The Dreamer]

OOC: Going to need something to happen in order to get inside.

IC: The Dreamer.
Hiding among some rocks.

As he watched from his hiding place, The Dreamer couldn't help but sigh from exasperation. The "sentries" that were sent by his assignors, didn't seem to quite be causing the commotion that he had hoped for. They were battling true, but didn't seem to be causing the fortress itself any alarm. He turned his gaze back to the gate, where he could see three members of the previous battle with the Balaur conversing with one another. Perhaps I should just kill them, He wondered to himself. No...No if I did that it would only raise an alarm to every Elyos in sight, and even if I could kill all of them, there still would be a highly thorough investigation by their race, asking the question of why a lone Asmodian would simply appear, kill everyone and leave without any other goal. No, it's obvious they don't know what they possess, best not give them any reason to suspect it. I'll just have to wait.He truly did hate waiting.

His attention went back again to the battle that his would-be distractions were fighting. Sadly, it appeared that the assignors saw it necessary to find the most misfit and unprepared soldiers he had ever seen. There was but one chanter that held any attention for him. The chanter seemed to hold his own fairly well, and seemed to possess the rage that would make him a fierce opponent. If only he would learn to channel it better, Dreamer thought as he watched the chanter make a dire move. He was going for an all out charge against the Elyos summoner which he had been fighting, unfortunately he obviously had not noticed that the summoner was quite handy with the spear he wore, and had already felled three of his enemies who had used same tactic that the chanter was now using.

Not wanting to see such a pitiful thing, The Dreamer began to turn himself away from the duel. "Though of course..." The Dreamer grinned as he turned back, realizing something. "It would be shame if such great potential was snuffed out so soon." Slowly Dreamer raised his hand towards the two. The tatoo on his eye began to grow warm...

*tag: Neptune or Karnage (I'll let you guys decide what I do here. Whichever gets here first. Heheh.)*

[Arcadic]

OOC: Sorry for my inactivity, school hasn't been kind to me lately.

IC: Roy Volt

With all of the seriously wounded knights tended to, Roy felt confident enough in the abilities of the other lower clergymen to leave healing the minor wounds to them. As he left the clergymen to do their work, Roy looked around for the knight and spellcaster he had met earlier. Roy felt that a proper introduction, without the remains of a battle to be tended to, was in order. He entered the outer gate and scanned the area again, looking for any trace of the knight in shining silver armor or the spellcaster in a dark blue trench coat.

As Roy trudged up the hill towards the Fortress, he spotted the Knight, though only because the sun shone off his armor and Roy caught the glare from the corner of his eye. "They're Knights of the Divine Order..." Roy thought before he could take the first step towards them. Still, he took a deep breath and walked up towards the two. Then he noticed they were speaking with a third, who seemed to be another spellcaster. Roy slowed his approach as to give them time and to be sure he wasn't interrupting any important Order business.

Though Roy knew the three were not enemies, he reflexively placed his hand on his mace for reassurance. When he realized what he had done, Roy jerked his hand back quickly and clasped them behind his back. When he was close enough to the three, he stopped a ways back and waited to be invited into the conversation, as was the custom in the Clergy when dealing with superiors. The light from the afternoon sun made his deep blue eyes appear to be spinning. Though Roy, for the most part, seemed calm, there was no hiding the anticipation and the hint of admiration in his eyes despite the fact that he was only a couple years younger than them.

Tag any

[Arcadic]

Forget this ever happened.

[Aquarius]

OOC: I had only ten min to do the last entry sorry.

IC: Neptune

The asmodian was now coming directly at him with his shield held high. "It will do no good ether way" Neptune thought to himself.

The asmodian was now only twenty fight away and gaining. It was then that Neptune spread out his hands. Wind then poured from around him causing his robes to whip around frantickly. He stared skyward above the asmodian.

A comet of wind streaked into the oncoming asmodian from above. Upon impact a large cloud of dust rose blocking all view of the asmodian.

"Now!" screamed Neptune to the left. From seemingly nowwhere the elyos assasin appeared and lunged into the dust just as it was settling. You could just make out the forms of the running assasin and the asmodian now struggling with an almost almost master wind spirit on top of him.

Neptune's knees gave out and he was only saved by his spear, which he now used to keep him in a kneeing position. He gazed at the scene with now weary violet eyes.

Tag: Karnage

[knite16]

"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."

Knite followed suit with an extended hand when Ghar's introduction had finished. "Titles are just that. Though I may be looked at as the leader, we are a democracy." He paused a moment for the shake before asking, "And what of you, Zecks Vermillion. What is your story? From where do you hail?"

A short moment later, the Cleric Knite had spoken to earlier was politely waiting to converse as well and Knite waved him in. "You've offered us a great aid this day with your abilities. Our fortress is open to you for rest and whatever else you may need."

As the men spoke, Knite's attention was contested by a glimmer of something that caught his eye on the horizon. He tried to not look distracted as he listened, but kept a keen eye in case he would see it again.

Tag Roy, Zecks, Gahr

[Karnage]

IC: Karnage

He'd made a rookie mistake. The stress of the battle had started to wear on his mind and he'd done the stupidest thing in the book. He'd charged at a foe obviously wanting him to. Now he was struggling desperately to stop an assassin's knife and a wind spirit's teeth from cutting his throat.

The assassin was a lean but muscular type, and seemed to be able to resist the weakened strength of Karnage's muscles. He had jumped on his back when the wind spirit had vanished farther on into the dust after biting deep into his shield arm. The two were rolling sideways so fast that Karnage hadn't had time to draw in his wings ensnaring both in a death lock and causing both to roll closer and closer to the edge of the abyss. His shield and mace being welded to his hands didn't help make his struggle any easier. Both fighters had one another locked not wanting to give the other the slightest advantage. In a desperate attempt Karnage brought his legs up as far as the could go, and kicked upwards with his legs. His talons met some resistance from the assassins leather, but the flesh beneath gave way as easy as butter. Blood stream from the assassins legs and met with the blood from Karnage's shoulder. Almost poetic, Karnage thought grimly and briefly. The assassin had relax his grip from the pain, and Karnage took full advantage of this. He shoved his legs as hard as he could, tearing through more flesh, and after a moment of hesitation, the leather. The assassin sailed through the air, leaving a trail of his own blood behind. Karnage waited for the assassin's wings to sprout, gathering up what little power he had left at his disposal. For some reason though, the assassin, whether from the pain or bloodloss, had fainted. Because of this he passed over the edge of the Abyss without a single cry of dismay.

As the adrenaline of this encounter slowly ebbed away the pain in his shoulder blossomed anew. Karnage turned the meager amount of power he had gathered into a healing spell and managed to stop the bleeding before being slammed from behind and thrown over the edge of the cliff. The force spun him around in mid-air and he caught a glimpse of the wind spirit that had bitten him before standing where he had been. I guess it wasn't as cowardly as I thought. It had obviously bitten him on the shoulder hoping to weaken him before closing in for the kill. It lept off the edge of the cliff, gathering enough winds around it to give it the power to fly with an ease even Karnage couldn't match. It slammed repeatedly into him, biting and clawing at his flesh with each fresh attack. Karnage would gain some altitude, and it would slam him down twice as much. It toyed with him, forcing him up and down repeatedly. But just as they cleared the ridge of the cliff one last time, and the wind spirit rose to gain altitude before slamming down into him again, a rushing noise filled his ears, and the wind spirit exploded in a burst of flame. Weakly flapping his wings until he landed in the field with an undignified crash, Karnage looked for the source of the spell. Standing on an island several hundred feet away a lone figure stood, robes flapping in the wind. As Karnage watched, the wings of an Asmodian sprouted from his back and he flew up and out of sight.

Karnage turned his attention back towards the center of the field where his would-be opponent had been standing. The old man was kneeling, putting all of his weight on his spear and staring at a scorched line no more than a hairsbreadth from his body that stretched across the field in a straight line to the exact spot the wind spirit had been incinerated. A new cut had revealed itself on Karnage's forehead and blood had begun to gather in and over one of his eyes. Not having the strength to wipe it away, Karnage simply blinked and when his eyes openned again his vision had gone blurry. The last thing he remembered before passing out was his second's voice shouting orders, the sound of wings speeding away in full on retreat and hands lifting him off the ground and carrying him away.

Tag: any

OOC: I figured it was time to stop it before we had to resort to a slappy fight.

[Aquarius]

OOC: That was great!

IC: Neptune

"The asmodians have retreated" Neptune thought with a sigh of relief. He sank into a sitting position getting his robes dirty. Other elyos around him were tending to the hurt and checking the dead. One of the two last healers came over to Neptune.

"You are hurt?" the healer implied.
"No but thank you, perhaps others need your assistance." With that the healer nodded and turned away.

Neptune stared off to the direction the fireball from earlier had come from. "It seems they had allies in hidden places"
"It is a good thing they didnt choose to show themselves sooner" Neptune thought while looking to the cliff.
"I am sorry" he apoligized to the now dead assasin "I should have protected you better".

The elyos behind him started to move out forcing Neptune to get up with help from his spear. "Merely another potrol day in the guild of Divinity" Neptune exclamed to seemingly no one.

"I do hope I dont meet that asmodian cleric again when he is rested!" Neptune thought forlornly.

The potrol then took off back to the direction of Divinity castle.

Tag: any

[The Dreamer]

IC: Dreamer.
Flying within clouds.

As Dreamer's spell hit the wind element he had just enough time to fly away before anyone would be able to see him or which direction he went. As he glanced back down below, he could see the chanter looking towards his direction before collapsing unconscious. Soon after, he could hear the orders for retreat being shouted among the Asmodian ranks. "It would appear," he spoke softly to himself, "That a new plan will be necessary in order to infiltrate that castle." Grimacing he flew up into the seemingly infinite sky.


OOC: Heh, guess I'm gonna have to wait and think of another way to get in that castle. This is going pretty good though I have to say.

*Tag: any*

[Karnage]

IC: Karnage

Karnage woke up on a cot face to face with a cleric. The cleric had been inspecting him and it was obvious that he had been doing some major healing from the fatigued look on his face. When he saw Karnage was awake, he backed away with a satisfied look on his face and turned to another cot in the same room.

Lying on the cot was a female Asmodian in the robes of a sorceror covered in small scratches that the cleric was treating with great care. Each one pulsed with a bluish light that made Karnage suspect that they had been caused by a powerful magic wielder. The woman didn't look like a push-over, so Karnage's mind boggled at the power the caster must wield. He thought back to the Asmodian he had seen take off after the fireball. But there was no way an Asmodian would do this to another. Unless...but no he had died years ago if the rumors were to be believed. There was no way the Mad Wolf was still alive. The woman let out a low moan of pain as the cleric accidently brushed up against one of the cuts.

Karnage sat up slowly and swung his legs over the side of the cot. Placing his feet on the floor and easing his weight on to them, he stood up. Finding that his strength hadn't suffered, and that his cuts had been healed, he walked to the door of the room(which, now that he thought about it, looked a lot like a temple), openned it and stepped out into the fort's courtyard.

Tag: Any

[Halan]

IC: Halan

While eating, the picture of those burned corpses from both the rock and his previous patrol just kept getting back in the head, Halan quickly shaking his head trying to get the images out of there but with no success. Sighing he finished his meal and decided to get rid of those corpses at once if they weren't already taken care of. Going out through the gate and walking back to the bodies he was quite disappointed with them still being there and smelling worse now as well. "Now the problem is if they are Asmodian or Elyos, I guess Elyos and Asmodians go to different graves" he thought to himself. "A cleric perhaps could heal them a bit just so they can be recognised", walking back to the fortress he noticed that at the gate entrance there seemed to be a group of people where some of them seemed to be some kind of spellcaster. "Who knows maybe one of them may be a cleric ". Walking forth to them stopping at a small distance waiting for them to notice him guessing if asking for a favour it would be best to be polite.

Tag: Anyone
__________________________________________________ ___________________________