(Semi-Open RP) Kingdoms of Fire and Ruin

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Luparis

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01-19-2013

((Sorry, I'm just replying to Radient at the moment. I'm working on a lot of things for this RP, to help explain things, summarize the story and characters, as well as the plot. This is time consuming, I know, but all in an effort to better the experience and let him catch up.))

Black Honor, Men's Block

The white priest was startled by the hastened recovery of their angelic ally. Even with their aid, few just popped back into reality as if they were awake the whole time. One of them nodded his head, his face covered by his hood. "Y-yes, of course. This way."

The two walked, escorted by the other two priests for only a couple minutes, down another level and down a long, empty hallway. Upon reaching the chamber door, the lead priest knocks. They wait, and a few moments pass with no response. Again, he knocks. Again... again.

"Lord Amaron, the angel Fulgriel is here to see you. He says it is extremely urgent! My lord?" The priests were shouting, knowing that he should e in his chambers after news of his outburst had spread. Minutes pass, and finally one of them decides enough is enough and kicks in the door. "Lord Amaron..."

Upon entering, they see Delmegar hunched over his body twisted and contorted on the floor. Laying in a pool of his own blood.. The runes that painted his body, extinguished like snuffed out fire.

"LORD AMARON.....!!!!!!"


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RadiantCastiel

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01-19-2013

Black Honor, Men's Block

"What the-" was all that Fulgriel could say as he saw blood on the floor from the doorway. Upon getting a clearer view, Fulgriel was taken aback. "Murder! Treason!" shouted Fulgriel, as he turned and ran towards the ship's deck to inform the others.


Black Honor Deck

Fulgriel reached the deck and paid no mind to the disorienting atmosphere. He shouted "Treachery! Treason! Delmegar has been murdered!" at the top of his lungs over and over.


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TheShadowOfChaos

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01-21-2013

(Bumpy... =D )


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Boogeybeast

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01-21-2013

House Fulkra

Nite did not shirk from Amaron, he had a duty to defend Runeterra, to all good creatures across the land. He drew his strength from them, he drew strength from the very stone walls that might make his tomb in a few moments, he drew strength from his army of lizardmen laying siege upon the walls. He was in a dangerous place at a dangerous time, and this he drew courage from. He drew strength from the hope of Runeterra, from those like Delmegar who he knew was even now was fighting against the force that was Tiamat, he drew strength from the people, from the land, sky and water. He was confident in his abilities, he knew he would not, could not fail. And it was with these strengths, this courage that he stood just a little bit taller, his fists clenched just a little too stronger.

He looked straight into Lucius' eyes and said, "I will not die today, traitor of the Light," His words were enhanced by a boulder that crashed through the wall, throwing the draconian against the wall, crushing it, killing it instantly. Nite threw himself at Lucius, opening with a flurry of punches targetting different areas of Lucius, he did not expect to inflict any damage, just to find any weak spots, and to judge his opponents capabilities.

Grayl and Selren stood back to back, surrounded by the four cursed vanguard soldiers. Grayl said back to Selren, "Today we die, but we do not die alone," he nodded towards Nite who was too engrossed in his own combat to notice, but Selren did. They grew bolder and more courageous as this man they didn't know spoke. They didn't know him, but somehow he made them feel stronger.


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Luparis

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01-22-2013

Rashmer Plains, Area North of Krizar City

The surge of energy that flowed through Barbas, distracting him from the which and her insanity at hand was not unexpected. He remembered the demoness, Pandora, and her power to infiltrate the mind, to sway the emotions of her choosing. Until now, he had only suspected that each demon had power over different emotions. Carnage being rage.

Dark Knights were naturally gifted at learning from previous dangers and adapting to them. Barbas, being the last ofthese Dark Knights, and his power greatly enhanced by Tiamat and the blood that coursed through his veins, could only laugh after the initial pain of Carnage's outburst. The horns began to crumble from his skull, the flames burning less bright, less hot.

"You insolent dog. You'd bite the hand that feeds you, try to break the cage you've been given?" Barbas laughed, staring at Vanessa as he said these things. He watched, mildly curious as the witch's hand elongated into a blade of flesh and bone. "Lord Tiamat will know what you've done, demon!"

That being said, Barbas let his own power flow freely, the earth around him breaking and devouring the life Vanessa had earlier created. The blight encircled her as Carnage was pushed back into the depths of Barbas' mind and soul. As her blade came forward, the veteran knight easily ducked the bold strike.

He turned to see several of the shadowy beasts following him cut clean in half, clawing at the air feebly. Others reached for their missing limbs. "Stupid witch, Tiamat holds power over all in this world, and you defy him!" The blood that flowed from the undead creatures had spilled onto the Flesh Sculptor, Vanessa. The crimson on her skin turned a bright violet, almost radiant, and her skin began to smolder and bubble violently, blistering.

Barbas looked on, now smiling. He walked to her and shoved the witch over, who was too concerned with the acid devouring her body. Barbas placed his knee on her throat, then lowered his sword just beneath her chin and pressed. "I'm sure, for whatever reason you're burning to ash in front ofmy eyes is good enough reason to not kill us all?" Behind them, the creatures cut in half by Vanessa were piecing themselves back together, standing tall once again.

Black Honor, Main Deck

With the courtesies extended, formalities observed, and uneasy alliance forged. Logan, as temporary Captain of the Black Honor, as well as his allies and the remainder ofthe Dark Phoenix sail into the waters close to Ionia. They were still a fair distance from shore, and without sleep after several battles.

Following the plotted course given by Hilde, it was not long befre they came upon on Ionian Frigate and a massive storm. The tides rolled, thunder rumbled, and often struck deadly close to the ships. Had it not been for the lightning rods, they would of been sunk long ago. Upon entering the storm, they quickly fund the cause.

A small dragon, a storm dragon diving in and out of the clouds as it harassed the frigate. Their mast was broken, and they were stranded with only survival on their minds. Out of sheer desperating or through force of will, the survivors on board attacked the dragon with each pass it made, and if Logan didn't know better - he'd say it was laughing, by the noises it made.

"Hilde, we're going in!" Logan shouted, barely audible over the driving rain that was soaking his fur. He hopped down from the helm, sliding down the railing of a stair case and grabbing a rope that dangled from the crows nest. "LIFT!" He bellowed, and he was. The small yordle was nearly sent overboard because of the powerful gusts, yet miraculously he recovered and landed in the nest. His cannon began to hum.

"GET THE MARKETH TO THAT FRIGATE! RESCUE THOSE IONIANS!" Logan was shouting again. The dragon descended again on the frigate, this time deterred by a massive blast of Hextech energy hitting it in the neck. The beast recoiled, screeching and blasting the Black Honor with a pulse of lightning. "HILDE! ORDER US TO SHORE! THE REGALIA AS WELL! CANNONS ON THAT DRAGON!"

Before the dragon recovered fully, another shot was fired. And immediately on his word, the cannons of both the Regalia and Black Honor unleashed hell on the Storm Reaver above.

During the battle - Black Honor, Main Deck

An idle soldier, not suited for naval combat was guarding - for wahtever purpose it served. The angel Fulgriel was seen rushing above deck shouting, waving his arms like a mad man when the man ran to him. It was immediately apparent what was wrong, and the soldiers reaction might not of been just but it made sense.

He grabbed Fulgriel roughly by the arm and dragged him to follow downstairs. He turned Fulgriel, "Are you certain!? Lord Amaron, slain?" The soldier waited for no reaction. "No, no, no. That won't do! You can't just run in the middle of battle shouting our lord is dead, you fool! What have we left other then Lord Amaron? We're sailing from hell, to an even worse hell! Fool!"

House Fulkra

Fulkra could only laugh at Nite. As many warnings served to the overzealous defender of man, he could not comprehend his inability to defeat a being empowered by Tiamat. Try as he might, Nite's attacks fell next to harmlessly on Fulkra who growled, smacked Nite with the back of his hand sent the druid into a nearby table.

The creature wasted no time in pouncing on Nite, his hands glowing with negative, dark energy. But, he was beginning to move sluggishly. Immediately aware, Fulkra looked at his body, disgusted and angry. he lashed about, suddenly crazed and knocked back one of the corrupt Vanguards. The others looked on in confusion, and Selren and Grayl capitalized. Pushing off each others backs, the duo lunged forward taking down to adversaries, then jointly cutting down a third.

"Lord Lightshield, you should flee!" The elder Vanguard shouted. Outside, at some point in the ensuing chaos, the blue Draconian had killed his captor, but was gravely wounded and hardly moving.

"What's happening!" Fulkra hissed angrily through gritted teeth. As he reached to grab the wounded Nite, he fund his body unable to act.

((yo Boogey, keep in mind that House Fulkra is IN Demacia. Had these wild creatures just shown up within city limits, they would most certainly be attacked. Especially if they were attacking the home of a Noble. Nobody is certain what is going on right now.))


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RadiantCastiel

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01-22-2013

Black Honor, Main Deck

Fulgriel had been so caught up in Delmegar's death that he had not noticed the battle raging outside. "Battle? What- ?" said Fulgriel, trying to remember the scene from outside. As he calmed down, he said to the soldier "Yes, he is dead. I saw it with my own eyes." After a pause, he said "I'm going to help with the battle. I'll hold off the news to the other men until the battle is over." With that, Fulgriel stepped outside again and joined the battle.


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Boogeybeast

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01-22-2013

((Nite didn't know what to expect in there, but I thought I posted a whisper in the wind to the golem to throw rocks, it's not just Fulkra being attacked, it's all of Demacia, obviously there is going to be some collateral damage, but Nite doesn't know how much Tiamat's influence has spread through Demacia, even if it is just Fulkra and a few others, I personally don't know that, and Nite would have no idea. But at the moment it's just the golem throwing rocks at Fulkra, the army is stationary outside Demacia, I should have clarified, that's my bad. They're here more for distraction than for war))

Nite looked at Fulkra's hesitation, he knew not the source but knew that he must capitalize. As much as he wasn't moving now, he knew that he inflicted no real damage. So he took heed of the Vanguard's words and quickly rolled to a standing position, he looked at Lucius straight in the eye one last time, before turning and running, quickly taking a faster form, a great black panther. There was nothing that could catch him when he was running. As he was running however, he saw the blue-scaled draconian from earlier, severely wounded but not dead. Nite changed course to run by it. Without stopping, Nite scooped up the draconian in his teeth, with great strength Nite flipped the creature onto his back and whispered, "Hold on," Had the creature not been covered in his natural scaly defense, he surely would have ripped off a limp, but the creatures scales held, the bite may cause some bruising later, but no serious damage was inflicted by Nite. He ran through the streets, causing many soldiers who were now mobile due to the army that had appeared on their doorstep, to dive out of the way, a few tried to attack Nite, but they could not hope to catch him. It took Nite less than a minute to escape the city with his cargo, he just wished he'd thought to grab that book of Lucius' on the way out.

He pulled up in front of the golem, who was readying another boulder. "Stop, retreat back to the forest, we cannot win here today," He bounded away again.

He had to stay in his panther form, though his avian form would travel faster, he could not hope to carry the draconian that way. So Nite raced ahead of his 'army' to the forest.

Nite didn't know this forest, but his instincts took over, leaping off of fallen trees and making great speed. He stopped in a small glade and the draconian slid off his back. It struggled to stand but could not through its injuries. Nite cast a minor heal on it, just enough so that the pain would be numbed, but not healed. The draconian looked up to see Nite's fist just inches from it's face. Nite said one word in a tone that said there would be no argument, "Speak,".


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TheShadowOfChaos

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01-22-2013

Black Honor Deck

Phantom stood ready to jump into combat with his swords still on his back. Executioner was in a vertical position on his back along with Damnation which was horizontally strapped near the waist. Both was held by small shadows except there was a slight difference if one was to look carefully at Executioner. The shadows covered it in a vein-like fashion along with a slight depression as if it was merged into his back. Phantom's hand crackled with red energy, and then suddenly he dashed forward, trailing shadows behind him. Elites too followed suit after their master through the raging storm. Staying low to the water, they made it towards the Ionian frigate. A volley of black arrows soon rained on the creatures attacking the Ionians ending with the landing of the Forsaken onto the ship's deck. Phantom was first to speak. "We've come to help you fight against these monsters!" Immediately afterwards, the Elites joined the fray to assist the sailors.


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Necromonger

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01-22-2013

((gimme some time. today will be a busy day for me.))


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Grand Viper

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01-22-2013

It had been many centuries since Vanessa felt this much pain. Needless to say, the moment the blood touched her skin, she reacted much like one would expect someone who felt their blood was boiling from the inside out would.

"SON OF A MOTHER F-"

Vaness's left hand snapped and cracked, turning into a bone axe that she used quickly hacked her limb off at her shoulder, wincing and shuddering. She was distracted by that unfamiliar, painful sensation that her brain was still registering as she shrieked, "That's impossible! Tiamat's asleep! Do you know how many cults of that wanker I dealt with and stabbed in their gen-"

Then she was pushed to the ground, armless and staring at the blade end of a sword. There was no fear in her eyes, not in the slightest. Instead, amusement, and giddiness. Vanessa burst out into a fit of laughter. Her body tore itself to shreds and turned into hundreds of mice. They scurried behind Barbas and started to run into one another, reforming the "witch".

Vanessa was still missing her arm which laid useless on the ground, drenched in the blood of the ones she had attempted to kill. "Oh this is a very, very good reason not to kill you! For all intensive purposes, you are, in fact, the real deal! This is a surprise, and I like it!"

Her shoulder twitched for a moment, and bone and muscle could be seen quickly knitting itself back together. In less than a minute, she would have regrown her arm. If the corruption was any higher, chances were she would not be able to regrow her limb so easily without doing something more drastic.

"Now then, you hold a very interesting card. We could go back and forth, I would inevitably win but I would be beaten and bruised, and then I'd have no more fun...Or!" Vanessa cricked her reformed hand and rotated her arm, "I make an offer. Tell your master that Vanessa Vipére, also know as the White Death, the Ravager of Life, the Fiend of Flesh, the Corrupter of Crops, the Countess of Blood...Give me a moment, it`s been a few millenniums since I last went through my titles."

She tapped the side of her head in deep thought for a few moments before snapping her fingers. "Ah! I know which title to give. Tell Lord Tiamat, the Master of the world of Runeterra, that the Mother of Fleshsculpting wishes to speak with them. Also, on that note..."

Vanessa put her fingers up to her lips let out a shrill whistle that grew louder with every passing second. If Barbas were still fully human, and weak, the wail of a Banshee would most certainly have brought him to his knees at the very least. An entire flock of crows dropped from the skies, but before they touched the ground one of her ribs ripped out of her side and pierced the corpses, stripping their skin and simultaneously decayed and preserved their skin at an accelerated rate while their flesh and feathers sank into her own body. Once enough were had, new rags that looked centuries old snaked down her arm and recreated her clothing.

"Call me a witch again and I'm going to dub you Sir Dingus, because that's the equivalent of what you're calling me. You're really insulting me when you label me as a simple 'witch'. Should I find a black cat and a pointed hat and cackle maniacally? Or should I pull a stunt and find little boys and girls to bake in an oven? I'm Vanessa and you will call me as such, unless you want to see me angry." After saying this, she gave Barbas a wink.