Hinsaa
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Post by Hinsaa on Dec 19, 2006 8:20:06 GMT -5
(...wow.)
“(It isn’t...)”
The fiery aura which consumed Himsaa expanded like dense mist, his chains slithering around his body like snakes, wrapping themselves around his upperbody entirely in the meanwhile. He made a makeshift straight-jacket from them, whilst he focused his energy... now literally brimming with power.
“(They must die by my flames... It fails if... you kill them. ) DammIT...I miSSED my CHAnce...”
He felt he’d hesitated too long. His intent was to strike Apollo down, since the oblivious angel had made himself vulnerable but obviously...it was a waste of thought. He took for granted Shin’s prowess and ability. His competence and raw instinct enabled such ferocity which displayed well why Himsaa should align himself with such a force. But enough of that...
“(There are more to slay. I can no longer wait... My coming here won’t be in vain.) KILL....KILL....”
He spoke through his gritting teeth, his eyes shifting location to location. His pupils became blood red, emitting too a fiery aura, the likes of which once consumed his entire body. He was searching through these embers for fresh victims... how so? He wasn’t seeing with his eyes---not in the conventional sense. Much training and conditioning enabled him the sense of what one could call “thermal vision”. He could see heat, more importantly? Body heat. He could see the residual heat imprints of his targets as well but that wouldn’t exactly be of much use here, unless someone was running.
Not too long a time had passed. Himsaa found the destination he sought... then suddenly *twitch* he smiled. . .
All was well in the city. Beautiful night, moon, sky... the bards are singing... the dogs, off barking ...somewhere... and above all, everyone seems happy----------------That might be the case where you live but it sure as hell ain’t here. XD Suddenly an explosion is heard---jarring---enough to make all of the soldiers stop fighting and go “HOLY SH*T! WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THAT?!”
...Maybe not THAT jarring, but you get the picture. And why Himsaa just smiled a few moments back. Where is he now? *shrug* All that remains is a crater of smoldering ash where he once stood.
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Riot
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Post by Riot on Dec 19, 2006 16:47:26 GMT -5
How dare they..Out of all people
"Fire upon me like cowards, you shall be repaid the same you foolish nuisances."
Azul shouted out them, drawing out his short sword holding it clearly to make sure that it was ready to deliever blows upon those that wished to fight. Before dispersing, leaving once more disappearing into the dark alleyways of the shadows of Zuma, to meet up with a group with one of the two-hundred and fifty groups in the street and take precaution, slipping into the homes by breaking the locks on doors and forcing themselves inside. Taking care, to stop inside some buildings while the other group had barraged themselves sneaking into a large noble home, ascending up his steps to only murder the three people living inside, a mother, father and daughter.
They stationed themselves there, shutting the open door while Azul and his group listened waited for the ones that were to scout for them from Apollo's army, using their sense of small to locate their tracks. They had been split into many buildings, some containing twenty-five while others fifteen, so that if Apollo's last men who were sent to travel down this road and locate them would find themselves executed.
They had took control of the siutation, and lit torches along their way and set the markets into blaze which caused all the small vendor stations and posts to collapse and engulf the large area into flame. Throwing them at other houses, while at the same time to distract Apollo's soldiers and gather attention to themselves. If it was not doused, the air would be clouded with smoke around the city and the houses would break down and allow them to burn to bits.
While this clouding, which started from the start since they lit even small wooden boxes near the markets which made the streets smoke and would not allow good accuracy or even sight for the elven archers or soldiers of Zuma. Using their sense of smell, they waited among corners and edges, with Azul leading them from the homes and standing in alleyways cutting down all those that made their way down this area to scout for them and douse the flames.
During the mass of smoke, the group of two-fifty that was not with Azul snuck from their position and descended to the public areas to disturb them. Barging into the homes and seizing the people, while threatening to shove their blades through their throats making them gather into a large group in the roads and cities, not allowing the soldiers garrionsed to make their way around without having to take a longer route. During this, they hid among the crowd striking out before disappearing back in with stealth and precison from their kills.
So many had been gathered, that their cries of fear could be heard across the city and their worried expressions were silenced if they said anything to passing soldiers, with their necks being sliced clean through with a gladius blade. It was simple enough, that even if a soldier had managed to hear the word, he would find many blades on all side of him descending down upon his fragile body and armor. Aiming for the killing or sever spots, to which they were trained through by Azul himself.
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Post by Illyria on Dec 19, 2006 20:04:57 GMT -5
Apollo gazed at the figures as they seemed to instantly multiply, but just as fast as they appeared one by one the all disappeared under the volley, only a few remained…
Just finishing his order to fire at will toward the rooftops, Apollo put his hands together once more to pray in midair “Gods of this of this earth I pray to you now. The odds are against me! Aid me with a holy shield so that I may purge this evil from the innocents.” Just as quick as his prayer had ended an aura… more like a golden bubble appeared around Apollo and his wings.
Mastery of White Magic - able to cure simple diseases, wounds various infections using his holy aura along with providing barriers of pure white magic and regrowing limbs.
He planned at the moment to charge at the screeching figure ,as he plotted his first strike, the figure disappeared more like vanished instantaneously. Apollo was then startled. He heard the bows of his men stop firing thenteh bows all pull back at once. He thought to himself “ I did not order a volley…” he turned back to see only arrows, arrows and blood… The arrows were all caught in his “Holy Bubble.” As his men where all killed by a slash to each of their necks. Apollo was crushed. Many of those soldiers were friends of his or maybe even distant relatives. Well no longer, they were all dead. Apollo’s shield had dissipated and the arrows fell to the ground. Apollo tried not forget his plan and not to falter farther.
Apollo turned back toward the center of town to see a red light. Then the red light began to explode into a ball of fire and then disappear. Apollo then took into consideration the lives of his other 150 archers and the town’s garrison. He did not want to meet his end in Zuma nor did he want anymore of his own soldiers to die. Apollo then flew much higher to the point of his nose bleeding and began to chant… His voice seemed to echo and boom throughout the battlefield.
Power of Faith (restore +30 soldiers to a target unit of your choice)
Thirty of the 150 dead soldiers where revived from Apollo’s chant. “Men! Strike down these assassins they killed you once don’t let them try again. Apollo then, still high in the air, started toward the port to lend support the rest of his troops.
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City Garrison:
100 Riders of Zuma (Imperial Guard w/ War Stallion, Lorica Segmentata and Claymore) 200 Warriors of Zuma (Human Soldiers w/ Short Saber and Heavy Pillum) 400 Archers of Zuma (Human Militia w/ Shortbow and Pugio)
The garrison at the moment is prepared; Apollo’s troops are trying to meet with them while staying stealthy. The garrison is now at the port trying to maintain the chaos that is the destruction of the city.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Apollo now flying at the port slowly began to weaken. He still had enough magic power to last him the flight but the wings were draining him slowly but significantly.
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Shin Ishikin
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Beneath the shield of Thunder waits the Eagle Child, on shadow wings, To soar above all city gates.
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Post by Shin Ishikin on Dec 19, 2006 21:27:45 GMT -5
Shin Ishikin rose to see the Angel still standing, the variant earth like realm having left the scenery to be replaced steadily by the open reflection of the moon, entwined with the mystifying aura that revealed the presence of the Apollo himself. His wings were out-stretched, the bubbling effect of the shield now dismissed as he cried for the revival of his troops.
Was he mad, the entire city was swarmed with hidden ambush points and Ninja's, the cover of darkness working well to blend such demonic figures, and he called forth 30 simple troops, only to have to be slain once more. He smiled at the irony, and as the white flashing light split from the Angel, his head motioned slightly forward, the next section would be complete soon.
40 Ninja's dropped as the men rose, their open expressions plain yet readable, they felt ailing, yet who wouldn't, being revived from the dead, sadly it was all short-lived, grabbing for their bows each Elf archer was dispatched, the set of knives having spread into each one of their skulls until a row of bodies sat back down, dead once more.
It had taken less time then it had to even revive the poor man, each concealed Ninja could see the Angel flying high, their Knives would never of reached such a destination, so calmly they capped their scabbards and left the Western Wing, all enemies having been destroyed or simply removed.
The garrison was a large shackle of huts and wooden fencing, some stone was used in it's creation, but at certain points wood trimmed the frames and wood glossed the rooftops, it was all important, the entire garrison was packed, inside a building that was as easily discernable as was the trail of the Apollo Cleric.
Shin Ishikin was with such people, "Pass me a burning torch." he muttered, casually, "And have Hinsaa turn the peasants of the city to dust, and rise upon them with the silencing qualms of flames that burden their souls."
The man nodded, smiling gleefully as the Angel was soon upon his destination, Shin Ishikin watched the vabriant warrior, both shared a white glow, but for Shin, he wore a white metallic armour and a white glowing sword, his opponent was but an angel, a less form of a guardian of heaven, or so they called it.
"So Apollo, at last we finally meet." He took a moment to adorn the great warriors appearance, he looked firm and skilled, yet his lack of insight on the fields of battle was his reason for why he wasn't a great warrior.
Soon the torch was passed over to Shin Ishikin, "cover me." He eventually stuttered, before jumping onto the garrison's main building, "I wonder if a cleric can subdue fire."
At that he set alight the wooden trimmed banacer, and watched as it quickly spread among its wooden companions, the roof was burning, and it was then that Shin left the Garrison, "Now I have to do my final job."
His body then vanquished and he moved so the Angel could not track him down, and then yet again, he passed out, to control the minds of the 400 weak willed peasants that ran loose in the Garrison below.
He felt the unit brandish the power at first, but he eventually broke into their heads, as archers, they merely looked at the roof tops and watched the fire begin to heat the interior, the troops were in no real formation, no real position.
"Hey generals were just going to set up preparations."
The man said nothing, they was peasants, a militia of peasants, and at that the 400 men came together, their bows out-stretched, a few gave them stares, yet all was illusive, their eyes turned away, they was training from what they knew, why be suspicious of your own kind.
"It's a shame were on fire, those Ninja's could give us some serious trouble, a shame it'll be us who ends it for you."
One of the peasants laughed, releasing the arrow into the face of a soldier just in front of him, they didn't have long left before they'd regain their normal minds, so each one of them fired a volley, straight it the men ahead, both man and horse squealed they turned on each other with small daggers.
"Hinsaa, god of all magic. end this plague today." Were the words of one of the peasants, before a sword was forced within him.
Magic used
The Controller = (Gains control of a enemy unit for two turns, twice per battle)
Whips of the Master = (Unit gains a extra two attacks for one turn, however suffers losses, every other turn.)
Invisibility - be invisible for 20 secs..blah blah blah.
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Hinsaa
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Post by Hinsaa on Dec 19, 2006 22:38:20 GMT -5
As Apollo moved towards the port he found the surrounding temperature drastically increasing with each passing foot he advanced. The intensity of the heat became rather profound, now seeming to hint malice and slightly---insanity. Something was coming... or rather, had already arrived and was just waiting for it’s time to strike.
“(...The garrison... the streets... Shin has covered everything. My place is nowhere but here now, taking Apollo's head and burning the rest of his body into black ash. Aria is hiding in the shadows... should the need arise, he'll be there to aid Shin. )”
The heat advanced at a faster pace than Apollo, obviously moving ahead of him and focusing at one point. ...And then it happened.
“DIE...nOw!”
A voice rattled the ears of Apollo as the heat then solidified... ...after a nice big boom ;D the likes of which would be enough to send Apollo reeling back in pain.
Just as similarly as he had vanished, he had reappeared in a blaze of madness, the flames overwhelming the city simply making him feel more at home than in your usual battle, causing a rather twisted expression to form upon his face as he "came to be" yet again. ...Not that Apollo could see it. His back was to him, and with good reason.
Hinsaa... Him... he reappeared before Apollo, a pair of fiery wings on his back, suspending him in the air as they flapped once mightily, sending a literal stream of both wind and intense fire in Apollo’s direction. If Apollo was as tired as he looked, evasion wouldn’t be enough to save him here, especially after Hinsaa's initial blast, but if in the event the man lived, then He was ready. With another powerful flap of the wings (the same attack he just did), the child of flames pushes himself forward, only as means to put distance in between he and Apollo as he turned to face him. The wings then absorbed into the child's back, and now keeping him suspended in the air were simply smaller flames, shooting from his feet like jets streams. It appeared as if he were merely showing off, indulging himself in every second of this fiery ecstacy... and he was---for the most part. He also worked at conserving energy, not knowing exactly how much Apollo had left. (Which explains why he ditched the big fire wings for the smaller fire "jet boots" ;D)
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Riot
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Post by Riot on Dec 19, 2006 23:01:18 GMT -5
The blood and screams..Not again!
Azul awoke from the trance, he had been in a daze confusing himself during the battle to which he had soon seen his men slaughter the humans, some drinking while others were simply hacked to death, their limbs and other bodies parts being sliced clean off of them. This wasn't a massacre nor a mass murder of a population to get a order, it was simply a sacrifice.
" Oh..forgive me..I didn't mean to be so mean to you.."
Releasing a woman, catching her loftly has she fell down almost landing upon her back has her blood was drained and dropped to the ground only to find his knife embedding a thrust through her neck. It was simple, she had been a young woman almost in her early twenties by the look of it, and by draining her blood first he had saved her from a horrible death to which the knife would stab several times throughout her stomach and neck.
" Vampires..my people make sure to kill them all. Children, babies, fathers and mothers to sisters and brothers! They are all useless, just dead meat compared to us race, we're superior while they're maggots being stamped by our feet!"
They roared in reply, hisses and seething coming from their mouth has they descened their weaponry upon the weak and defenlss people of Zuma, which had mostly been human in this fray. The sense of blood and death crowded the air, there was atleast a few hundred bodies upon the ground from the act to which Azul stated simply, has he sheathed his bloody dagger and shortsword.
" Blood for the dirt, it shall help it sustain its true form. Once we finish with the rest, pillage them upon stakes and other means. Or else face the consequences, of things worse than a hanging or a slashing, for I have other things in mind."
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Post by Illyria on Dec 20, 2006 22:09:00 GMT -5
While flying over the cities, Apollo spotted a burning building containing the garrison, it was indeed flaming. The fires had progressed to long and Apollo could not save them. He had higher priorities at the moment, his life and the life of his surviving troops(if any). He had one last resort… Apollo had a daughter, yes she was a demon, but kin all in the same, she had been on her own for awhile now…outcast by the high elves but, not her father. She had claimed herself a Vengeance patron. Though very few people and demons knew her, there were certainly rumors of her around the world. Anyanka, the world recognized her by but, not to her father Apollo, she was Aud, a beautiful blossomed young women with vengeance or not. Apollo, before he ventured to Zuma had given Anyanka two ships and 200 men to see her safe passage to Zuma for they were to meet there that morning to travel to Jericho together and take the throne. Apollo felt the temperature around him increase by an unearthly amount. This was a being of some sort, it was not Mother Nature’s bidding, no this was intentional. Apollo then heard a voice… and angry voice that seemed to speak right into his ear. “Die Now!” it said to him. Apollo at first expected this voice to be some sort of an illusion but he would soon learn it was not. Following the voice was a burning, searing pain in his back. He was pushed forward several feet. His back was scorched it hurt him to continue flying. The pain however was easily avoidable for he was in fact a very powerful cleric. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Regeneration (Heal minor wounds or lessen the effects of major wounds) (Every three rounds). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Apollo skin slowly turned from bloody and black back to normal. He was wearing sort of heavy armor his back had not fully taken the blast but still enough to hurt him enough to use his white magic to remain in flight. He was running incredibly low on magic now. A person what looked to be a high elf with fiery wings appeared in front of him only to flap his wings into fiery spirals burning toward the angel. Apollo now and again only had one option, to absorb the fire to save his own life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Devour Magic = Block one offensive spell cast at your character (Once per Battle) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The angel opened his mouth to release a vortex spiraling out of his mouth. When the flame came close it was directed straight into Apollo’s mouth shrinking in size to fit in. The fiery blasts were filled with immense power and strength. This was a truly skilled Pryomancer. Apollo had now fully absorbed the spell and had some of his magic replenished. Though Apollo’s offensive magic was lacking he made up for it in defensive and them some. Apollo’s “Holy Bubble” returned stronger then ever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arcane Dependency = Bonus intensity to magical spells for character and allies (Lasts one turn & once per Battle) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Pyromancer! My quarrel is not with you, your of High Elf blood you should be saving this land not helping these demons destroy it!” Partial strength returned to him, and a magical barrier around the angel, he soared above and past Hinsaa and his “jet boots.” At in incredibly fast pace, he would reach the port in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile at the ports… Anyanka had been sailing for a few hours now and she arrived at the disheveled city. She was surprised above all to see the city she was supposed to meet her father at destroyed. She considered leaving then she spotted some of her father’s troops. She thought to herself if Apollo could not be saved then she must save herself at least to preserve the right to the throne. She arrived with 2 ships each with 100 troops (The rest of Apollo’s personal archers.) The Sun was now rising and there was light beginning to be shed on the destroyed and overrun city. Anyanka not being very skilled in controlling troops acted as her emotions told her too. She saw at least 50 troops arrowless and defenseless and running around franticly. “Uhh guys you can start shooting now… Please?” No one heard her or even turned to her. “Hey! Listen to me! Protect those soldiers secure there safety onto the ships!” She shouted. At this time they were close enough for the elves to jump from the port and swim to the boats Anyanka did not want to get to close. The archers fired as the arrows rained on the city. She waited a few more seconds before the next order the arrows continued to be falling landing on building as they collapsed from the fire… Zuma was lost and Apollo was presumed dead to her. The boats began to pull out and then she saw it. A glowing orb in the air… She was sure it was her father and she was overjoyed but showed didn’t not show it. Apollo was gaining on the ships fast and she knew he could keep up, and the archers could provide the cover he would probably need. They were too far out to let Apollo descend and swim but he still could fly and his shield could still protect him from harm. Anyanka then held up her hand only to seem like waving it at the city... clouds then appeared and rain began to fall, it fell hard all throughout the city. Anyanka felt sorry for the people's deaths. This was her way of saying goodbye... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rainfall - With her Illusions Anyanka Summons a Rainstorm to rain down and make an area in haze. (Tier 1)
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Hinsaa
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Post by Hinsaa on Dec 20, 2006 23:06:37 GMT -5
It was quaint to Hinsaa, strangely, that the man devoured his magic. He wanted to laugh but his mood was quickly fleeting deeper into the darkness.
“(Sounds like begging to me. Fool... race and origins mean nothing to a monster!)”
His thoughts, anyway. And as the man then attempted to fly above him... Himsaa rammed into him. Hard.
“WHERE are y-yOU GOing? YOUR HEART’S still bEAtiNG....”
This, would be the coup de grâce. Hinsaa shot upwards with the “jet boots” on his feet, his body quickly being set ablaze in the process as if he yelled “FLAME ON!” With the almighty “4” emblem on his chest. But he isn’t exactly the human torch. He isn’t even human.
Hinsaa, too, is using “Arcane Dependency”, as means to boost his magical strength and utterly wipe Apollo out. This, added to the fact that Himsaa is the apparently more fresh character of the two, and being the more magically able of the two, would all-in-all make Apollo’s attempts at escape be purely vain.
As Hinsaa flew upwards, his body would collide with Apollo’s, (due to timing) the chains around his body quickly pointing upwards mid-flight as well, turning the kid into a living fork, and guess who the turkey was...? The chains were still wrapped around Hinsaa’s upper body like a straight jacket (as seen before his disappearance), and their sharp ends had jolted upwards with a stabbing intent whilst the black spheres linking them added to their length. Him had zero intent on letting his opponent flee. Apollo would obviously see this a bit too late, unfortunately.
The chains were ablaze like Him, and on contact with Apollo, they'd all explode, yet again. His body taking on a ethereal form of flames just as he'd previously done in the city. If the impaling tackle didn’t kill Apollo for whatever reason, the explosion surely would... Himsaa made damn sure of it.
Apollo attempted to flee by flying TOWARDS Hinsaa!? What kind of foolish act was that? Even when trying to go above the pyro, he failed to see his true killing intent. Himsaa didn’t let the man pass, he wanted him DEAD, and his attack displayed this fact well. Hinsaa was fed up, and no longer cared to take the man’s head. He wanted him to burn into dust... and Apollo gave him that opportunity which he took without hesitation.
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Shin Ishikin
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Beneath the shield of Thunder waits the Eagle Child, on shadow wings, To soar above all city gates.
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Post by Shin Ishikin on Dec 21, 2006 7:57:00 GMT -5
Zuma lied within a shroud of holy flames, his Gallisian Ninja’s jumping behind the brick interior of the Garrison to wipe out the few remaining peasants and troops that lingered there. “Does Apollo have no sense of honour, he has lost and still he fights.”
One of the Ninja’s, a high ranked one, by the name of Nastyr, took a sleek knife from his pocket, cloaked with a brown and white casket that held the blade honourably, It was a knife of his grandfather, another Ninja who had killed more then enough enemies to redeem him of his fate when the demons removed his group of friends.
The blade tucked gently into his loose grip, his left hand swinging out to slice the throat of one of the controlled archers of the garrison whilst he flung with sudden weight the knife towards a soldiers head.
The battle was over, and now rested the simple knowledge of ‘a slaughter’. There was no way Apollo could have struck back, his enemies appeared weak and foolish, with no real ability to lead or even fight, he might have prolonged his own life, but in the end his troops was the key to the battle, and for his own indecisions his men all died, or soon would be anyway.
Shin Ishikin watched as his cloak shrouded his from vision, he was always better in-between darkness and the sunset, when the sky glistened a fine red and orange, yet the surrounding areas still loomed, it was the time when Shin Ishikin was practically invincible.
“Arktivilist, you ready.” He questioned the looming figure ahead, a dark cloak concealing the very essence as the man watching through peering eyes.
“I Am.” He said, “The world will speak of me by the time I am done.”
Arktivilist was a good man, Shin thought. Filled with compassionate decisions about his master’s future, though a great burden did linger over such a general, he was now an enemy of Cyrax, a guy he once fought alongside with, and it scared him, or so Shin presumed it did.
Within the skip of a heartbeat, a single flight of arrows shot from the looming port, two hundred wooden sticks flying and whizzing over heads and onto roofs and floors, his entire army was stationed on the floors, wiping out the rest of the enemies before hiding in alley-ways that covered the range of arrows, “Will they ever learn, we aren’t imperial, we have no soldiers of honour, we hide and we eliminate, enough of your damn arrows, they’ll get you killed.”
As he spoke a rigid top struck the metal he adorned, the top pinching before breaking as it flew away from his armour, to only shatter once hitting the floor, Arktivilist swirled at the slight sound, and was grateful when Shin remained un-touched, it was time, he eventually thought and rushed forth.
A few of the archers hadn’t made it to the over-head planks of the docks, though the majority of them had taken positions along the ports perimeter, shaking the bows as another arrow caught their finger tips.
They all seemed worried, or even scared, yet held their bravery and shot another round, they whizzed high and over him, he was far to close for a volleys worth, and as he hadn’t yet been seen he merely smiled as he progressed behind another building.
“It’s time, to die!”
It was then that Arktivilist surged with power, black flamed throbbing from his armour adorning him in a casket of haze, after revealed a black shield and he charged out of hiding, so all two hundred stood and watched his progress.
He saw a few arrows fly towards yet, yet as soon as it made contact with the shield they diverted and struck against the brick wall, “Only a sword or fist can break this shield.” He yelped, before rising in anger.
The Knights Rights = a simple code in magic, it forges a black shield that spreads 10 feet around the caster. this can stop all magic, yet has no effect to physical attacks, it can however distort arrows, allowing them to whiz around the caster. (Tier 1)
Flames began to pulse from within him, rising and dropping as he stood a league between them. Not a league was roughly 3 metres to him, yet each warrior had their own ideals of what a league in distance truly was.
Watching the men, most now watching in sheer confusion at the black demon, watching and ceasing their curiosity to watch his flames ignite, remained steadily controlled, their bows dropped to their sides and their breathing seemed relaxed, death touched everyone, even these vile creatures.
A Knights Tempest = A wave of fire that bursts through the casters body, circulating around the caster like a tornado before exploding outwards to a distance of 100 feet. (Once per battle) (Tier 3)
It was then that it happened, the man’s body merely, imploded, black haze covering his features as the red stripes surged around, whizzing in a circular motion around the thick haze before erupting an energy that would wipe every one of these men out.
It flooded, the huge tornado of fire swirled before standing before Arktivilist, it’s top spilling down before an inner explosion had forced it to fly 100 meters forth, each man squalled as the fire whipped past them, there was a distance of what, 20 feet maybe, if even that. Each man cried as the flames surged, even the settle waters that the woman stood on seemed to shake as the water heated up such a freezing ocean.
But then it settled, the fire that is. And everything remained normal, except that now only the woman and Arktivilist remained, the men burnt and destroyed, “Will you challenge me, or flee like the coward you are.”
He remained firm, his own anger rising from the mere gene of a demon.
Demon's Rage = Double damage bonus for personal attack (every other round) --will not activate unless u attack--
OOC: Ok, this was my final post, I cannot post at all after this one, but not that you’ll need to, good job with the battle Hinsaa, nice move you did, and sorry Apollo, in future remember to watch out for your troops, we didn’t outnumber you at first, it was just your ambition between healing and saving yourself, then using your troops to aid you. Nice try though.
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Post by Elmo on Dec 24, 2006 14:12:49 GMT -5
Great posts my darlings So to dish out rewards... Shin: +125g +4 Lead +3 Attack +3 Intelligence Hinsaa: +100g +3 Attack +3 Magic Apollo: +100g +3 Magic +3 Lead Riot: +100g +4 Lead +2 Speed +2 Attack Cyrax: +50g +2 Magic
Any disagreement? Well blow me I suck at doing this...
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