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  1. Man, these two did not like him! But boy was he awesome(1). Goliath was the show, the main event! The two knives would do little to slow his role. Using his weapon to swipe the knives, in sheathe prior to the explosion, would be enough to deflect the knives while letting him follow through with his previous plan - still stopping bolt 3/4 with his sheathe and all. Even though he appeared to be lacking in armor covering his body, the little he had would be more than sufficient to ward off the wooden projectile splinters that closed within melee range to his back side. An intense heat of fire would errupt from his back side, consuming the splinters with ease as the Blaze Armor(2) went to work. The flames would disappear as quickly as they had come. As his sheathe stopped the previous bolt, it stopped his advance. The last electric bolt 4/4 would come rushing him, causing the large man would lunge backwards to the left at an 8 o'clock position (the bolt coming from his back right 4 o'clock position), narrowly missing the lightning as it came crashing down onto the carpet in front of him. Yet this position was taken on purpose as Goliath was on his back in great view of Titus. His eyes would land upon Titus who was also on the ground at the same time, when Goliath would release his magic in a most... unpredictable manner. From 20 feet up, a 200lb prism of ice (3) would come crashing down. The ice prism itself would be roughly 8 feet tall and 4 feet wide, enough to hold a body inside. (The height of which would fall parallel with Titus). Though this was a defensive spell, protecting anyone on the inside of it or on the opposite side of an attack... ice was still ice. Poor Titus would never see the ice come crashing down while dealing with the after image of Shiverson top of him. Even if he were to roll to either side, take refuge under a pew, the ice prism was designed to crush both the after image and the opponent. Unforunately for Titus, the electric bolt chasing the after image of Shivers would explode with no where for the energy to disperse (except down and out to the sides where Titus could possibly escape.) No sooner had he released the ice prism, would he turn his attention back to the woman. Goliath wouldn't even wait for the outcome of his defensive attack to push on. If they wanted to play, they would play! Would she help her friend? He wouldn't take the time to wonder as he planned (4) her demise.
  2. And they thought he cared? The man they had sprayed and choked was no normal man. He was barbaric compared to most, roaring, spitting, and caughing in the face of those who got too close as a result of their actions. It would appear as if the man accepted all of this with open arms. As they handed him the waiver, he laughed even harder. They thought he could write?! A contract was a contract, and he would show his worth by chomping down onto his palm. Both canines would sink into the palm like a hungry animal, allowing a bloody palm print to substitute for a signature that would otherwise read, "Goliath." Before stepping out into the battlefield, he would pick up his gauntlets and place them upon each hand. Armor would scale his arms up to his shoulders, strapped together with nothing more than leather. From his feet to his knees, more dark armor covered his limbs, leaving nothing exposed other than his chest, belly, and head. Around his hips rested more dark leather straps that dangled, protecting anyones eyes from the monster that lingered underneath. The man they pushed out into this arena would be considered an Alpha male, clearly not ashamed to show off his physical and athletic body (1). Short brown hair followed by a proper thick manly beard covered his face. Hazel eyes took in all that was before him. Stepping forward, he would be reminded that his wide-short sword rested upon his back side in a nice metal sheathe that looked fit for a soldier. It would be tied neatly around his hips as he advanced forward while the woman started to cleave at the pew and walk away. He would be well in front of Shivers, roughly 10 feet away from his original position, before stepping into a full sprint as the wooden frisbee was thrown. Right hand at his back on the hilt of his sword, Goliath would power slide (2) underneath the wooden frisbee and the first lightning bolt that quickly followed behind it. Yet Goliath's attention was focused and ready, watching for additional attacks - nearly ignoring the explosion that happened behind him. As the second bolt had approached him from his right side, Goliath would rip the sword from his hips and swing it in the air with a monsterous force - not aimed to cleave or cut. The sheathe would come flying off (3) with purpose as it flew through the air - aimed to intercept the bolt that flew wide to strike him. The steel sheathe itself, weighted, would have no problem soaring the sky in an attempt to destroy the bolt or knock it off course - rendering it useless. A wicked smirk crossed his face as he came off his knees, advancing once more - closing the distance in an attempt to get within melee range. "This is not a house of god! This is a house of pain!" He laughed, taunted, cheered! Goliath would be nearly 20 feet from the center of the battlefield church. If Titus were to continue forward another 20 feet - assuming he has made it to the center, the 7ft man would soon come clashing head first with the 6' 8", 235lb barbarian... and Shivers would be the least of his problems. Goliath was ready to defend himself (4).
  3. A Mother's love (Open)

    Anastasia was pleased to see Kalicity return back to the Throne Room - albeit not against her will. Yet there was a purpose to all of this, and Anastasia was with reason. As her grandmother approached, the child offered a kind smile in response. "My Uncle has demanded you stay, but I assure you that you are no prisoner here. It seems... that most are convinced that you are family after all." Her voice danced with some excitement, though she would do her best to hide it. The Princess moved from the throne to stand before Kalicity. Despite the age difference, there was definitely a familial feel that the Princess had noticed. "If there is anything we can do to make your stay more pleasent, please do not hesitate to ask." It would be the least she could offer. The aids had told her about Kalicity's arrival, even that she had attempted to help in this rescue. Despite any confusion of their bonds, Anastasia respected this woman. "Have you been to the Kullo Astar?" She asked curiously. "... If you need further convincing that you are part of this family, or wish to understand why there may be some confusion, this place can offer you answers." The young Princess had shifted onto the carpet as she looked towards the doors. She was more than willing to escort Kalicity to the shrine, but at the same time she didn't wish to overwhelm this woman. Due to most recent events, family had become a priority - and this woman would be treated no different.
  4. The Prince and the Spire [Quest]

    The events of the night prior had been settled. The two NightReavers had engaged in a fierce combat that left one of them extremely injured. Yet they were victorious, and the assailant had been defeated, killed, and identified as a member of the Underworld. They would take caution entering the village, seeking medical attention. Each person that recognized them as NightReavers would be quickly hushed. They would see to it that the Prince would never know of what had happened, or that he was still being followed. Only when the injured one had been taken care of, stable and conscious, the other would send word back to Vdara - notifying the family of what happened. Meanwhile, while that was being taken care of, he would continue with his orders and be ready for the Prince when he leaves the village. - - - Maribelle was ready. All her belongings had been gathered and squared away. She had checked and double checked all the contents of items that had been stored away within her hat. Her staff had bloomed another small flower from its wooden base. With the passing storm revealing a sunny day, she would smile. Today would be a good day she decided. Heading downstairs, she would head to the door where they had entered. She knew that her and Aremis would meet here as decided, then take their leave. Maribelle had thought to check on the injured from the night prior, but she was confident that her medical expertise and healing magic would be doing wonders for them right now. For now, she would wait for the Prince. Once he was ready, they would go.
  5. On a side note. If a character dies or becomes unable to fight, but the team wins, do they start out full health or alive for the next round?
  6. The Angel and The Dragon

    The Demon Kri smirked as the Chaotic Prince makes mention of Malaysia. His demonic eyes would narrow and take sight to the energy swirling around each of them, untamed and wild. Yet the monster didn't seem worried. To him, they both appeared like children finding their feet for the first time. Unlike the two of them, he has had this power flooding within him since the day he was created by the Mother. Little did they know about this world, but they would soon understand. "Malaysia, she is safe for now." The two soft blue spirits circled around the demon, keeping perfect distance from the other as it continued its revolutions. The Demon Kri lifted his large left arm and pointed a jagged finger in the westward direction. "Outside of my domain are the other territories of the Underworld. Each one unique and different in its own right, each one ruled by another. Lord Ragnos shares a similar bond to the Dragon King, and your presence has been requested." The Demon Kri shifted once more as his eyes landed back to Alukai. His words had been geared towards Ayden. Finally, he would acknowledge the Chaotic Prince, his dark eyes greeting Alukai's own. "You are not invited. Any further attempt will be met with your death..." His voice was low and dark, carrying a monotone signature unique to his own being. His words were calm and calculated, daring, and terrifying all the same. Regardless, it would appear the large demon was not bluffing.
  7. I like how all 4 of our username's start with an A. 4 A players times 2 teams equals 8. A = 1 in the Alphabet, each team consists of 2 making 10. @Praetorian has 10 letters in his name. First 5 letters PRAET plus last 5 letters ORIAN = 66. 66 divided by team score of 10 = 66.6 = 666 = illuminati. Praetorian = Illuminati Confirmed.... <.<
  8. I may have been still sleeping when I asked that. Also, can preps alter the ability, or power of spells that already have a description? Could preps increase duration? Thoughts?
  9. I'm assuming we don't need to post character sheets
  10. Nope. I'm completely good with that answer. Might as well run this Round Robin style. Though I do fear that many people will either be hoarding all their power till then end, or have nothing left come the last few rounds. Should be interesting.
  11. I notice that duration is noted, which I am assuming is equal to the number of posts you make once you activate or use said magic? Also, if "size" of said magic is not notated, does that leave it to us to decide?
  12. What are you playing?

    I've been playing Shining Force on my tablet. You can purchase it through Steam. But it is an amazing old school turn based rpg that uses large team battles (player vs npc) to drive the story. But it's pretty cool because you recruit heroes to help you along the way and use them in battle. If you've ever played Fire Emblem, it's almost the same (but better imo.) Plus, if you like the old school 16-bit? look, even better.
  13. The Angel and The Dragon

    As Alukai adjusted to the world around them, Ayden was doing the same. Like crashing waves, the power came and went. It flowed and ebbed, and it came back to him like he remembered it. Yet this was different, this was much better. The aura around Ayden would burn and snap as it collided with Alukai's own, enough so that it would form waves of heat in their wake. Only after the tide had slowed, and Alukai was able to get his own power under control, would Ayden also be able to come to a calm. As Alukai had warned them that something wasn't right, Ayden already knew where that feeling had stemmed from. The Dragon King's vision had fixed, flexed, and spotted the creature that approached. And then it appeared, nearly 20 feet away. The Demon was fast, incredibly fast, and Ayden was nearly taken back at the fact that his eyes registered the being's approach. Large horns sat atop the Demon's head as white hair flowed from his skull. Dark necrotic flesh revealed itself, yet the power within the Demon kept himself from truly falling apart - perhaps going much further and beyond even that. A demonic power wisped around the monster, including two small round spirits floated within proximity. A smirk crossed the demon's flesh before it's deep low voice stretched forth. "Welcome to my home, I am the Demon Kri. Lord Ragnar has been expecting you." Despite the situation, the Demon Kri looked calm, relaxed, yet ready in the event that either decided to take action against him. If the Dragon King or Alukai were quick to notice, they would see that the Demon Kri's power was suppressed. They knew that he was fast, perhaps faster than either of them - but what else lurked beneath the demon's skin?
  14. A Mother's love (Open)

    Anastasia was lost once more. The brief reunion had left her with joy, and the thought of her father leaving again, with her uncle, made her feel... alone. Then it had crossed her mind as the portal closed behind her father and uncle. Where was Aremis? Her eyes turned to meet the closest NightReaver who approached - recognizing her need with nothing but a look. "Where is Aremis? Please, get him at once." The NightReaver looked at her, hesitating but a moment before offering a brief explanation. "Princess, the Dragon King has sent the Prince on a quest of his own. Your father's wishes, were that he not be disturbed upon this journey. I could send scouts forward and notify the Prince if that is what you truly wish." Anastasia was confused. She wondered why her father would send Aremis away at a time like this? None the less, she was in charge now. "Yes, send scouts forward. My brother should know of this news. I will leave it to him to make his own decision after hearing such news. Let him know all that has happened." Her eyes looked around briefly as if in thought, but decided that was all. As her gaze fell back to the NightReaver, the man was already gone. There was so much going on, she didn't know where to start. Another guard approached. "Princess, what are your orders?" The guard seemed almost as lost as she after all that happened. "Summon the Council for an emergency meeting." The man saluted as he respectfully carried out her orders. As her mind wondered, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the sons of a bitches who crossed paths with her family. Her uncle had advised her to trust MorceLa'Ka - an uncle she hardly knew anything about. Perhaps she would call upon him, she thought as her angelic eyes laid upon the exit of the throne room. Her grandmother, or suspected grandmother, had exited for fresh air. There were many family ties she wished to strengthen, and she needed her family now more than ever. "My brother has demanded that Kalicity not leave the grounds. Please send for her after she clears her mind. We have much to discuss." Another guard nodded and followed suit. Even though there was a guard following Kalicity already, another would join shortly after to pass on the Princess's word. There would be no hesitation. Despite her age, being a woman, regardless of the situation, the Kingdom would follow her as if she was her mother or father. For now, aids would come to assist her as she sat upon her mother's throne.