(Semi-Open RP) Kingdoms of Fire and Ruin

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Grand Viper

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01-14-2013

((I did speak to Delm, I'm just waiting for the green light. This time around, I won't be a nameless person. I think a few of y'all are going to enjoy who I bring into the mix...Heh heh heh...))


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Luparis

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01-15-2013

Black Honor Deck

"Allow them safe passage," Delmegar said finally, after weighing the decision a moment. Though he felt no more comfortable having them then his fellow warriors of Krizar. He folded his arms, wondering wha they could want. As Logan waded his way through the crowd to join him at his side, Delmegar said, "Logan, I am surrendering command ofthe Dark Phoenix and this expedition to you. Don't disturb me further until we have arrived at Ionia."

Delmegar didn't look a tthe black furred yordle as he walked away to his quarters below deck, but he could imagine his mouth was hanging ajar, and he was totally lost. He didn't infrm anyone of his choice to leave the Dark Phoenix, his people, his family. It was all fr the greater good... and sacrifices needed to be made.

Black Honor Deck - Logan

"What the...." Logan started to say before a soldier nudged him in his back. "Uh, Lord Logan...? The merpeople. Our sailors are uneasy, and I must admit I am as well..." The man complained, looking between Logan, shorter than him, and the sharkmen.

Logan growled a little when he was nudged, and then realized what was happening. He was a yordle, a rationalist even if a little eccentric. Okay, one might say crazy. Yet, even so, rational. For the most part. "Miss Hilde, would you be so kind as to explain yourself, maybe, perhaps just a little? Hmm? If I remember correctly, we are at war with these fish people. I really, really don't feel the urge to care for enemies at the moment." Logan put a finger to his chin, thinking and then raised it as if an idea dawned on him.

Logan lowered his hand to the Hexcannon attached on his left arm and clicked it, heating it up as if about to fire. It glowed orange a little, then hummed rather loudly. "Soooo.... start talking. Oh, and if they try anything fishy, you'll be swimming with em." He smiled at the last part, yet looked not in the least angry.

Black Honor, Men's Block

His senses returned to him in a rush. One moment he was sprawled out on the floor, quaking as if struck by a troll, and the next he was staring at his beloved Lily. He rolled, sitting upright now and looking at her. She smiled in return. It was her smile... still missing that one tooth right in the front.

He grinned in response. Yet, deep down, he knew it was a lie. It had to be. Still, it gave him some comfort and allowed him to forget his pain, to think clearly for one brief instant. Ricca leaned forward, grabbing the illusion by the shoulder, and hugging his baby girl fercely. A single tear streamed down his face and the illusion dispersed as if never there.

Ricca stood, his head buried in his chest. He didn't want to look at Pandora while he said this. "I pity you, Pandora. As much as I hate you fr what you've done, I know what you say is true..." He frowned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his glove before looking at her. "We people are vile creatures, and just as you do, we do what we need to survive. But there are some people - not many, but some who rise above the standard. Despite our instincts, our nature, we defy example and become something else. A good person."

Ricca stepped forward and grabbed Claude by the arm, jerking the pistol out of her face. He then grabbed the demon by the mask and made her look at him, "I hate you. But it doesn't mean you can't be better. Ifyou are born based off of humanity then there is good in you as well. You just need to find it. Ifyou want this world to exist, then I suggest you find it fast... Otherwise, we might all just kill each other before the dragons can."

Ricca managed to smile a little. It was an obvious and heart breaking effort, yet he managed it. And he did so for a number of moments before he turned and walked away. He walked passed a trio of White Priests who were there to recover the fallen angel.

Krizar City

Whoever he was, whatever kind of man he was before today was long gone. In the presence of demons and gods, under the pressure of limitless rage and fury, the once fearsome knight was so much more. He was now the embodiment of power, furius and angry, his blood toxic with the influence of Tiamat.

Barbas had transformed to a walking horror, massive and powerful, spreading a dark blight as he moved through the abandoned city. As Carnage entered into him, along with Tiamat's blessing. He thought first to eliminate his former master and his allies, raze Krizar to the ground, and drown Valoran in its own blood. Tiamat however, needed something more.

"Human! Let them run to lick their wounds. Cowards that they are mean little to me." Tiamat's voice was that of thousands, dead, sorrowful, angry. It was constant and overwhelming to hear. Whenever he spoke it echoed over and over until it was all one could think of. "I have a task for you. Just west of the city you call Noxus, there is a cave buried underground, amongst some hills. The cave is hidden in a lonely grove that would be easy to find. Go there, uncover this place and inside you will find an ancient tome, a burial place for my kind and the first kings of men. It is here that you must open the first Gate."

Barbas stood vigilant among a dozen corpses. Men and women who had tried to flee but could not escape his wrath in time. The ground around him cracked, releasing poisonous gas that searched out the dead, attacking them in the form of wispy tentacles, filling their lungs and rasing them like puppets. The dead rose up in a fury, their skin breaking away into what looked like black stone, with dull horns and a faceless form. They hunched over with elongated arms and wicked claws the size of swords.

He began to walk away from Krizar, and as he did the process repeated to at least a hundred more fallen. Soon, he was leading a small army out of Krizar; and ironically, this army was the very same army he had once fought alongside.

"Tiamat... my lord, what is this gate? Unleash me upon your enemies and be done with these games. I thought we were created to destroy." Barbas hissed as he walked, referring to "we" as Carnage and himself.

As he questioned his lord, his head threw back, arms too and he began to scream as his bones began to break, nearly pulling out of his skin. When this stopped he slumped to the ground, panting and cursing. "Do not question me. You are not my equal, you are not Draconian. You are nothing more than a pet. Defy me, human, and you will meet an excruciating end I am all too glad to deliver."

"Yes, Tiamat. I will fulfill your command."

House Fulkra

A sigh passed through the lips of what was Lucius. His body was changing rapidly into something monstrous, demonic even. His skin began to wither and crack, revealing a bony surface with black markings resembling ancient Runes. Fulkra cast away is sword as his hands became too large to hold it properly. Rows of large, jagged teeth filled his mouth as his eyes turned blood red.

Black spheres of energy surrounded his hands, then spreading around his body. He clapped them together, releasing a dark lance at Nite. The lance struck Nite head on, lifting him into the air momentarily where he would be able to break free. But at a cost of some of his power. Power which would transfer to Fulkra.

"I care little, Nite Lightshield. Whatever you are, whatever you have destroyed in the past is nothing compared to Tiamat." Fulkra growled, and as he did pieces of furniture around lifted around him, levitating before being hurled at Nite. "Tiamat's power surges through my veins now. I am reborn, part of him. And you, filth, are only a part of the puzzle needed to defeat him. No," Fulkra cackled, his voice an ear wrenching screech. "You are less than a piece. Maker is not even here. And you, you wll NEVER FIND HIM!"


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Luparis

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01-15-2013

((finished. Boogey, you can use Grayl and Selren, and fight the Draconians how you wish. They're easier targets, but the Vanguard soldiers are tougher as they are partially corrupted as well. Essentially they are powerful combatants, but not mages. Though they have a measure of resistance to magic.))


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RadiantCastiel

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01-15-2013

((Waiting a bit to post because the news about angels might interfere with the mermen thing.))


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Necromonger

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01-15-2013

Marlena watched as Ricca embraced the demon illusion, realizing once again that she was still not wise in the ways of the world. Where Hilde had decided indeed that demon kind was beyond the hope of redemption, stating they were born of mankind's malice, here, Ricca offered up an alternative theory. She just stood there, processing, reflecting as always.

Black Honor, Main Deck

Hilde spoke in a cool and calm tone with her allies, whilst the shark men spoke loudly and aggressively. This was actually their normal manner of speaking, which would understandably worry the crew. That, and their teeth were very much on display; one would notice that the ‘lips’, or rim of their mouths, were bloody with the guts of the enemy.

Still, the paladin spoke at a pace enough to indicate her own wish to speed things along. She knelt and held the coral priestess’s hand, as she slowly came to from her injuries. She stood up once more and approached Logan with her explanation, even going as far as observing military courtesy.

“Just as men can be divided by nations, so too are the folk of the sea by region, by familial ties, and by allegiances to different leaders. These shark men... the Wanizame, as well as the coral priestess, are, for the lack of a better term, Ionians, owing their allegiance to an ancient spirit. They resisted Tiamat’s dragon servant... which was a disaster for their holdings beneath the sea. Rather than die on the spot, they’ve been engaged in a running battle.” Hilde paused, summarizing the Wanizame’s situation as best she could. More than a mere warrior, Hilde has always played the role of a battlefield diplomat- an effective one that has seen her have Demacians fight alongside Noxians, Piltoverians and Zaunites... And now she must do it again.

The Coral Priestess leaned on her staff awkwardly on the deck, and began speaking once more in Ionian, and slowly began casting a spell. The men, ordered not to react with action, could only look in suspicion.

“This... should make things easier then.” She said, in a bubbly, enchanted voice. “I have cast a spell of translation, nothing more. No need to worry, land dwellers.” She slithered over to Logan, and bowed low. Amongst Ionians, it was a show of humility- not one to be taken lightly.

“Juri! Why do you bow to these surfacers?!” The hammer head spoke, most gruff and headstrong.

“Enough, Mako. Now is not the time for your pride.” She scolded him, and the giant shark was visibly hurt by it.

Hilde introduced Juri the coral priestess to Logan. “Master Logan, we are... the humble servants of the venerable Gong Jong, master of a domain in the conqueror’s sea, east of Ionia, and I a coral priestess, a follower of the Jade Empress... the goddess, as you may know her.” She paused, introducing her allegiance first and foremost to identify herself as not of Tiamat.

“...The situation beneath the waves is, as I imagine, the same as above. Forces from another realm have invaded with overwhelming force. But, there is still resistance. I believe it would be in our best interest if your fleet could offer assistance to relieve one of the Wanizame War bands, engaged in a battle not far from here. Their leader, a warrior from Ionia, will know the situation in the motherland, and can offer you information.”

Juri paused to let Logan respond... and take in all the new information.


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Rudmed

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01-15-2013

((...Grand...should I know one of them?))

Black Honor Mens' Block

Claude nearly pulled the trigger when Ricca walked away, and after Ricca's speech he looked back at Pandora, "Though we have yet to see that good in you." He commented as he picked up the angel and handed him to the White Priests, who wisely choose to leave. He then turned back to Pandora, "You better thank him for saving you too, because a part of me just wants to destroy you. His words changed my mind...for now that is." The swordsmen was lying about the last part as the real reason is that Ricca gave Claude a second chance, and Claude decided he could honor it that second chance for one demon as well. However, he still didn't trust Pandora, after all he knew what a demon could do....he had seen it far too many times for his lifetime.

He began to make his way to the deck before stopping and looking back at Marlena. He wasn't going to leave her alone, granted she was armed, but Claude had yet to see her in combat. Then there was the trust issue he was having with Pandora. However, he could have sworn he could hear a slight commotion from the main deck.


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Grand Viper

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01-15-2013

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((...Grand...should I know one of them?))
((Nope! It won't be her. Don't worry, it'll still be interesting, and if you play the cards right, she may be brought up.))

The horror that was once fearsome knight Barbas would walk for quite some time when him and his army would spot a woman walking towards them. She hummed a sweet tune, her bare feet slapping on the cobblestones while the land around her seemed to grow with life. The woman had long, silvery white hair which was the only feature of hers that could denote old age. Her skin and her bright blue eyes belonged to a woman in the prime of her youth. The only clothes she wore were horrid black rags that wrapped around her body, from her neck, down her slender arms and all the way down to her knees where they stopped in a makeshift skirt.

If one were observant enough, they would be able to tell that the rags were made of blackened and dried human flesh. In her hair, two pins of black feathers were nestled above her ears, one on each side of her head.

The woman stopped in front of Barbas without any hint of fear and waved at him, "Hello! My name is Vanessa, and I'm bored today!"

She waggled her finger about at the army he had marching with him. "Who are you, who are these jerks, and why should I not kill the entire lot of you?" Vanessa grinned at Barbas. "Why are you in such a rush, mm? Is there a treasure to find? Maybe there's some people you've sworn to kill because they destroyed your life? Tell me, tell me~!"


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Boogeybeast

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01-16-2013

((Is the blue draconian doing anything? I kinda stunned the two holding him, but only for a moment, so idk what your plan with him was))


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Luparis

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01-16-2013

House Fulkra, Yard

As the traitor Draconian was escorted away by his darker kin, he held his head low in defeat. He had trusted the humans to inform the Makers ancestor of the discovery he shared. Instead, he unwittingly aided them in his own capture, the destruction of an ancient, and powerful site, and perhaps the capture, or even death of the chosen of the earth.

If he were not so proud, he might of dropped to his n=knees in anguish. Only honor kept him walking to a certain death at the hands of his former allys. It was then that he and his captors were thrown forward. They stumbled and instinct took over. The blue draconian snapped his restraints with little effort and lunged at one of his stumbling brothers. His claws sank deep into the neck and he tore away his windpipe.

He turned, hissing at the other. It was too slow. A glaive punched through his left arm and nearly severed it from his body. He slumped to the ground, fighting to remain conscious as the glaive was ripped out and then aimed just blow his chin. The blade gided his gaze to the manor where Fulkra was unveiling his terrible powers upon the ancestor.

Black Honor Deck

Logans head bobbed up and down, that continued for a few moments. One might think of him as a bobble head. Finally, as if waking from a alcohol induced stupor he shook the webs from his head. He looked at the fishy priestess who bowed at him. he sort of cringed away, not wanting to smell of fish before he thought better and bowed in return.

"It's a, uh, pleasure to meet you, certainly so!" Logan tapped his chin then reached for his cannon, turning off the charge. He sighed as if disappointed he wouldn't be using it right now. "Well, let's see. We have 3 ships remaining, and... our leader is currently indisposed of for some odd reason? By the way, I-do-not-recommend-you-bother-him!" He wagged his finer with each of those last words as if very carefully emphasizing this.

"As of right this particularly second, Miss Hilde, we have few ships and just as few men to spare. If we go to save this Wakizashi fella's it's likely we will end up fish food." He said, waiting a reply. When the silence set in he realized what he'd said. His ears perked up and fur stood on end, then he looked to the Coral Priestess. "Oh, no pun or offense intended! kehehe. But, I suppose, if you are certain we can defeat the mer and the dragon, or dragons...." He said the last with a long face and stared right at Hilde, so she knew he was mad when he said it. "then, the Black Honor, Regalia and Marketh are at the ready. The Black Honor and Marketh or our most powerful fighting ships, and Regalia is unmatched in speed. The Captains on both Regalia and Marketh are among our best commanders. Choice is..." He pointed at her and grinned. "YOURS!"

Rashmer Plains, Area North of Krizar City

Barbas and his fallen walked for hours. The sun was finally rising on a new day, a light dew covered the local fauna that hadn't been corrupted by his presence. Looking at the land around him, he could not help but notice the rampant growth of the nature.

It wasn't long after that he was fell upon some strange woman with silver hair and black cloths. He drew his sword, but before he could say anything, move, or attack the woman began to bombard him with a flurry of words. She questioned his identity, his motives, his origin, everything. And everytime Barbas opened his mouth to speak, another question was thrown in his face.

After his attention was completely, and thankfully shattered he managed to get out, "SHUT UP, WENCH!" Barbas was fuming, then breathing heavy. A great weight had been lifted finally. He was going to answer her just because she irritated him to no end in a matter of a minute! "I am Barbas, servant of Tiamat, God of this realm. And who the hell are you?"

When the witch poised the question, "Why should I not kill the lot of you?" e raised his sword to her throat. And replied flatly, "You can try. But it will not end well."


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Grand Viper

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01-16-2013

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, grinning wildly at him. "Tiamat? The Tiamat? And you're his servant?"

She reached up and tapped the point of his sword playfully, not seeming to care of the fact that he could easily decapitate her. "You're absolutely right! It wouldn't end well!"

When Vanessa flicked the tip of the blade, because Barbas was now one with the dead he would see a strange phenomenon. It was as though hundreds of hands all moved to flick the tip of the sword, and with their combined strength, sent it hurtling towards Barbas himself. The fallen knight would have to reaffirm his grip quickly before he lost his head. The blade split her fingernail from the force, but she showed no sign of pain. A thin, soul link to an indiscernible source however, pulsated in response.

The woman's grin grew wider, "Now that we've established how this would go about, back to my original question: Convince me as to why I shouldn't kill the entire lot of you, and give me a good reason." Vanessa raised her injured finger to her mouth and bit it off. She crunched into it a bit before swallowing the digit whole. Her blood trickled down her lip.

"No wait, not a good reason, an interesting reason. If I spare you, what do I get from it?" The smile on Vanessa's face matched the glint in her eyes: Sadistic.

"Go ahead. Convince me."

((Does the sword have any special qualities?))