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On 11/20/2019 at 6:21 PM, Dredge said:

Run little rabbits. Run...

Araborn ran outside with the sound of the wraith's, but got confused when they started to retreat, then he looked up and saw the dark star forming "what darkness is this?" He muttered to himself "you!" He called to Vito "are you the leader? Why do you hide beneath a shield when innocence hides in this building? We must get them evacuated!" He called knowing that this might not be stoppable and if so, the villagers were top priority

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Vast and nightmarish was that of this dark star’s form. Swelling with energy from all evil and dark thoughts that lay within the hearts of man. It seemed to feed not only on the energy that it’s creator transmitted into it, but on those around it as well. The fear, the hatred, and even the disgust of the heroes when witnessing the sight of slaughter. It seemed to pull these negative energies and make them manifest into an amalgamation of pain and violent energy soon brimming to erupt and bring death to those around it. With every passing second it grew stronger and more capable of widespread destruction. But what was odd, was that the sphere of evil had enough energy to destroy this small village and its surrounds five times over by now. Yet it did not drop, it did not descend down into the earth and seen ruin brought to it. 

 

In fact it’s caster did not even attempt to obstruct the path of the tabaxi and company that wished to seek his malevolence out. Dredge made no effort, and to what end? A simple one. He wanted them to watch. He wanted them to look upon the faces of those they fought so hard to save. He wanted them to see those final moments before they were ripped from this reality through fire and death. They needed to see it so they could understand just what they were dealing with. Someone who had made a life of conquest and blood far beyond what they knew. Entire worlds burnt and populations put to the sword by his hand and word. An empire that spanned entire planets and solar systems. They were so far out of their depth to believe anything they did here truly mattered in the slightest. 

 

He wanted them to watch and know they were less than nothing to him. 

 

”Scry the perimeter. There will be no escape. No survivors. Nothing.” Calm were his words and absent of emotion. As if what he said was simply a fact that everyone knew true. 

 

His soldiers on the ground continued to fight the soldiers and slaughter any villager that was unlucky enough to cross their path. Though their numbers dwindled in response of the battle between them, the pressed on with fanatical intent and purpose in their eyes. Men who were not afraid of death nor pain and suffering. To die in the service of the dark lord was the only death worth having. But with the village almost fully engulfed in flames, and street to street fighting growing more intense under the glowing light of the dark star. It seemed that the conclusion to this dance grew more and more near. The ever looming darkness grew larger to snuff out what light was here.  

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It was only once they had gotten into Dredge's aura range that Dauner and Gozen realized it. Dredge's aura wasn't the aura of a normal person. It was the aura of a monster. The intensity, span, pressurizing effect. They all were unbelievably strong. At this point despair might ave been the only feeling that would creep onto them. Slowly gnawing away at their resolve and determination. Making them lose all confidence in themselves. Making them want to just walk away from all of this without looking back even once. That was just how terrifying Dredge's aura was.

"Gozen. Can you feel it too?" Dauner asked grinding his teeth against each other. "Yeah. It's huge" Gozen replied knowing exactly what Dauner was about to say. Dauner's teeth stopped grinding as he smirked. "That's the boss we're about to take on. If you want to turn back now..." "Like hell am i going to turn back now." Gozen interrupted brusquely. "We've come this far, so we have to push through with this" he said boldly. Dauner's smirk then change to his usual silly looking grin though a bit wider. "Then let's go. This looks like it's going to be fun" he said As Gozen kept flying straight for the source which by now, he too could sense. This affinity for combat and Danger was one of the factors that gave them the title 'The Monster Duo' and it didn't look like it was going to change anytime soon.

The remaining Wraith guards who were ordered to scry the perimeter would have spotted the duo approaching and gotten ready to defend their lord at all costs. This would prove to be a big problem which would prevent the duo from stopping Dredge's fireball of doom. As soon as Gozen was flying over the area where Dredge stood, Dauner jumped down landing a few dozen feet away. Gozen transformed in the air into his human form and landed beside Dauner both ready to fight. Gozen began the offense by loading his magic and punching forward saying "Fire fist". At this, a giant fist of flames launched straight towards Dredge with Dauner jumping into it before it solidified and being carried straight towards his fight with Dredge. Given that the Wraiths were creatures of darkness, Gozen assumed that they won't try to get Dauner while his was in the middle of scourging hot and bright flames.

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It seemed that he chose a very terrible time to try and actually visit somewhere new.

Leon had been walking through the town, probably just as a means to get where he needed to go, which was home. He was actually a bit late and he would be certain the missus would kill him if he didn’t show up for dinner. Lord knows that he wouldn’t want to fuel her wrath, he had already dealt with the likes of it before recently for his constant travel and wandering. No Matter, food had to be placed on the table and his job required him to travel, Leon have a shrug and a sigh and would attempted to continue forward.

However it would seems someone else's wrath would keep him from making that meeting tonight. Citizens seemed to actually be running AWAY from the location, or at least trying to. The chaos was very hard to ignore, especially the very clear soldiers that were now running about the town. It would seem that the town was now overrun with them. The body of many citizens were already claimed by the creatures, whoever remained in the land of the living already set to be evacuated. The town lit ablaze by the soldiers that seemed to have been attacking the small area. This was something that the man could not ignore. That and the clear and pleasant negative vibe that the area was now giving. Even with the fire and brimstone it was chilly and cold.

It would seem that he was on call for another show.

The traveler ran toward the crowd of running people and toward the danger, which seemed to be emanating from the center of the town square. He was going to have to cut through a few soldiers to do so however. He gripped onto the load on his back, which was covered in what seemed to be a large black travel bag. Usually he didn’t need it but today he had to keep up appearances. While he was far from being shy about his occupation of being a bard, he wasn’t one to show his accouterments so easily and no so quickly either.

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“I guess we have enough ‘heroes’ for now,” Saki-san spoke before inhaling a lungful of smoke from her lady’s pipe. After that initial clash with the wraiths, the woman had long since retreated back to the safety of their airship and settled with observing the chaos for the time being.

“So what do you guys think?” she asked her two other companions who had yet to lift a finger against these so-called bandits. “Well, any ideas? Who would be doing this or how this random attack attracted so much unwarranted attraction?”

The two women in question had long since lost their interest in helping the poor civilians and entertained themselves with some bottles of expensive alcohol fresh from the airship’s hold. Not that surprising given that Khaki had always been a habitual drunkard and Sera will always put up with her best friend Khaki so this leaves them mostly wasted while shit happen on the ground below.

“I…have...an…idea,” Khaki spoke between hiccups and burps. “The..only person that come to my mind…is some very dangerous and best we steer clear of the monster’s way.”

Sera chuckled at Khaki’s words. “Fucking hell. What is that fucking cunt of a bastard doing out here in some random ass place?”

Khaki only shrugged in response while Saki-san too had no idea what the duo are talking about. What she did understand however is the sudden rise in supernatural energy from the duo as if in response to the enemy’s powerful spell.


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On the ground, a pair of suspicious individuals, possibly wearing bandit clothing, took position between the fireball Gozen sent. One of the suspicious bandits stomped a dainty foot and the ground rose from that area forming a giant mound that would block the oncoming onslaught. Before the dust would clear, anyone in the vicinity would hear the voices of these two individuals which were surprisingly feminine.

“My, my, what do we have here? Just A bunch of hero wannabes."

"For realsies! Well, more like a bunch of losers."

"Shall we swiftly dispose of them, sister?"

"Totes."

Everyone in the vicinity would then see the giant earthen hand that blocked the 'Fire Fist.' The hand seemed to connected to what looked like a rock golem thrice the size of an average human. The natives of Renovatio once had a name for this golem- the titan god 'Cialo.'


Once the giant ass golem made its appearance, Khakina could not help but spat out the current contents of her mouth. Poor Sera, she was too slow to move out of the way thus receiving this non-consensual shower of alcoholic spirits.

Wiping the beer off her scar-filled face, Sera lashed at Khaki. "Bitch! What the fuck?"

The other woman simply responded with an unapologetic shrug. "Sorry. I did not expect that Prty and its sisters' resonance would be this strong. At this point, anything I have access to is also available to Prty's sisters."

"The Blackspear armory and the communal skills?"

"Unfortunately, yes. As I see it, one of the sisters must have ingested the titan god Cialo's essence and made good use of Middy's amplification skills to boost the physical resistance and the melting point of the god's rock hard body. I won't be surprised if one of the sisters even borrowed by computational abilities just to perform the necessary calculations."

"Well, shit. I fucking blame you and that eldritch cunt inside you for this!"

Edited by Thotification

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The night was growing dark, covering the world in complete darkness and misery. What would people see as a calm, relaxing night, when souls go to rest, only to start over next day, others fight in the name of their own morality, a higher being or just... for their selfish needs. The manifestation of misery and grief was growing more restless, to such proportions it could have been just... living on its own. The star, the fire burning the village, screams and blood, all these were the true manifestation of the chaotic nature that resides deep withing our souls as seeds, only to be nurtured and grown, to blossom by people who turn out to be controlled by it. There is a difference between subjective evil and objective evil, but this... this was the manifestation of hell on earth, only sent by what would seem as a monster, as demon lord or something along these lines.

Dreamer was dancing, gracefully, as his swords pierced the flesh of the soldiers standing in his way,  causing them to fall and never get back up. The valse could be felt as if he was dancing with the blades themselves, while his enemies were the props, needed to make a grandiose show. Dodging, running and spinning, in order to give meaning to his attacks. As he got closer to the blacksmith building, he saw what could have only been as wraiths who were not willing to retreat, even after the dark star had arisen and grew stronger. One of them lunged towards his face, but the creator of the sword phantasms created a plank, only to jump on it so he doesn't get hit. The Dreamer always hated close combat, but he had to defeat those freaks now. As he was in mid air, he created a pair of swords, which he launched towards the monster, striking its back. He put laid his arms in front of his chest, lifting one and plunging the other, unclenching the fists, in a natural, smooth act of dance. The swords followed the orders of the man, cutting the wraith in two, vertically. Though, the wraith had no issues and came back to normal, as if nothing happened. 

As he landed on the ground, he panicked a bit before thinking about what to do, while dodging another coming attack. "I read once that wraiths are killed by silver. Maybe if I can find something like that, I can finish him off, but screw this. I'll do what a thinker does best." He had no time for finding that in the middle of a damn battle and summoned a war hammer, which he prepared, by spinning it in the air, as the spectral weapon gained momentum. When the undead lunged at him, once again, he sidestepped and launched the war hammer towards it, howling and screeching, while the weapon and the monster disappeared in the village, far from him, while other soldiers looked at the stupid thing that happened and looked at eachother.

They had different uniforms, weapons and they were all different, regarding race. They couldn't be the other raiders. He made another pair of swords. slashing, cutting and spilling the blood of the enemies, slowly, as the firing squad was also aiding him, taking part into defending the building.

"Do you have any civilians in there? We can make good use of fortifying this place after we wipe out all the coming enemies. I can't believe this amalgam of people leads to more blood being spilled. Innocent blood." He said loudly, as he cut the throats of two other barbarians closing in from his side. He could feel the star growing more powerful, but he was started by what this place has come to. He couldn't believe his starry eyes.

Edited by The Fire Heart

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OOC: Music/sound stuff.  Best if you play it at 00:29 onward

 

As the Dark star that hung in the sky grew, so too did the burning sprout on the ground bellow.  Amidst the chaos and terror that swept through the town, Maxwell went about his dance, working to gather power for a spell that could contend with the hideous abomination that was trying to blot out the night sky.  Maxwell drained the countless acts of arson for all they were worth, the heat was drained down to the embers leaving nothing but cold behind.  The temperature throughout quickly dropped with the only sources of light being Maxwell's spell and everyone's favorite flammable sewage ball.  Now even if the town is still about to be destroyed, at least it is no longer on fire.

Regardless, Maxwell still had work to do, the pyromancer he was contending with had a sizable head start on him, and a hideous, but greatly abundant, fuel source to claim for their own.  Maxwell's bulb of fire had grown considerably using heat, passion, and magic both from Maxwell and the surrounding area.  Maxwell had closed the gap a decent amount, but it would take an extra push to actually start the impact of the thing.  That or Mr./mrs. swamp gas burner to take a break from making the ugliest super spell that ever existed.  Maxwell twirled around the growing bulb with fluid and sharp movements.  As he did his hair fluttered and glowed as his skin began to take a more reddish hue.  There was no time for other things if it would impede him showing that he is unparalleled in the art of pyromancy.  fiery forms that resembled Maxwell also appeared, forming a ring around the growing bulb of fire and mirrored Maxwell's movements.  Shock-waves continued to resonate in time with Maxwell's movements causing the fire bulb to grow and sway, still a ways away from blooming, but happily growing none the less.

Maxwell made note of the dragon heading towards the airship that was probably where the pesky caster was hiding like a coward.  "You go, you adorable dragon, I'd send some love your way but my hands are tied"  speaking of which, while Maxwell was a sucker for suspense, having to wait so long before courageous any first responders could stop twiddling their thumbs and come help Maxwell in his saving of the entire town was wounded his very soul.  It was lucky that the strength of his soul and compassion for such pitiful humans was so great, and could persevere through an insensitive wounding.  Granted, if no one came to his aid, the best option to ensure his own safety would be to detonate His art right over time square, providing him with a tender cushion of self love from the foe.  This would also destroy the town even more, but at that point would there really be anything else worth saving.  Hopefully it would not come to that and the local 'heroes' would only disappoint him a slight amount *sparkle*. 

with sharp eyes and a warm smile  "what fun it must be to be so carefree in the face of unmatched pyromancy, perhaps toss some of that splendor my way so I might save your lives and others.  you don't even need to have magic to offer, even a warm smile could do.  It would also help to come to me to get away from the encroaching cold, no one likes frostbite :)"

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OOC: every open flame in the town has been pulled into Maxwell's spell (try not to get caught in it being pulled in), the surrounding area is getting pretty cold. 

 

Edited by squid peanut
added an OOC bit to more clearly state how I am effecting the enviroment

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The fires drew closer and closer to the groups location, the smoke of the flames blackening the sky. Slowly, but surely, their threat loomed over Vito's group. With a sight, Vito slammed his sword into the ground. The earth shook violently, lifting with a ear breaking screech as stone and soil turned over. Surrounding houses were crushed under the earth, consumed by its surface. The soil turned black and smoldered, the many bodies that lined the streets along with it. 

'This battle goes nowhere.'

'We just need to hold on for a little while longer.'

'Time, it's not on our side.'

Yet another wave of enemies approached, far angrier than before. Their numbers only grew and so did their anger, yet their motivation stayed the same. Unfortunately for them, the terrain change only work against their odds. With a clear opening and no houses to act as cover, the musketeers had a field day. Vito and Bellicose sent the first wave of fire, burning the enemies flesh to their weapons as they dropped to the ground. A volley of musket balls followed closely. Corpses lined on top of corpses, the down now holding more carcasses and live citizens. 


The tabaxi only continued to stare up at the sphere of energy that sat overhead, its presence more of interest rather than a threat to the strange felini. His eyes began to turn black, matching his fur in color. A moment passed before the surrounding area was filled with black spirit like figures, all humanoid in appearance. They all stared at the sphere together, pointing and making hand gestures. But they made no noise, merely staring in complete silence. The shadowy figures gathered in a circle, Iohmar casting his body fully in shadows and joining in the discussion. 

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Smoke had filled the sky and nearly blotted out the sun overhead as bandits raged in broiling massacre; town's folk suffering at the hands of bloodshed with only their incessant screams to be heard. Their heads being held aloft amidst their very loved one's still vying for escape from this fresh hell that had been released upon them. Heroes of all kinds answered when their senses were assailed with the terror and desperation that clung to the air. Kru'Gorah had felt stunted in their time of transformation; A war machine without war is useless after all. it was only when this plan had come to fruition did he feel that surge of purpose ripple through his very existence. This was what he was made for! He was not allowed to show his presence, least of all his tail...but he would not rest of his laurels at such a chance for pure, untainted carnage. Kru'Gorah disguising himself under the guise of these bandit marauders,and keeping an eye on particular heroes whilst combating the common rabble. Dredge being confronted by two forces that seemed to overestimate their intuition; their was a desire to protect his lord without fail...yet he knew Dredge wasn't helpless in the slightest.

His focus instead was on the group of naredowells who were managing to manipulate the earth and cut down their forces with a surprising amount of gunfire. The bandits being dropped atop the very bodies they were creating in a vicious cycle of carnage. He loathed guns, they were a vessel for hollow confidence for in the face of true terror...one's own will was the only worthwhile tool. it appeared he would have to demonstrate such. One of the bandits amidst their line of fire beginning to sprint ahead of the enraged charge, landing ahead of the group and seemingly directly in their line of fire. A bandit dressed in the pelts of a cheetah and adorning a smile that showed far too much teeth. Kru'Gorah could feel the terror in the air and it was almost becoming too intoxicating for him to contain this restraining form. This was going to be quite the delicious challenge for him

Vito and Bellicose seeing this strange bandit raise his hand to the sky and with a flourishing bow, cast a tumultuous barrier of sickly orange energy that caused their last volley to ricochet back into their very own firing squad. Corpses now being made at their very feet as the bandit rose to his lowly height of five feet and clicked his heels. The barrier dimishing and being replaced by a sprawl of orange threads that squirmed their way into the bodies the deceased victims. Their bodies beginning to creak and shake as they were lifted onto their blood soaked feet. He did no know who could recognize the curse that plagued his speech so instead...he would just have others speak for him. Women and children beginning to animate with shaky foot steps and wide swings from their arms as their heads rose with dead weight to look at the group of heroes with glassy gazes

"You will join us if you do not prostrate yourselves" A boy no older than nine chirped from scarred lips
"They let us die" Spoke a woman whose head was held aloft by only a few remaining tendons
"Will you bury us under our killers?" Spoke A burly man with his stomach splayed across the cold ground 
A row of these undead puppets now beginning to march ahead of this charge, absorbing bullet fire and continued to bombard them with whispers of regret, sadness, and despair. The bandit marching behind them with a grin that nearly touched either of his pointed ears. His eyes burning the same orange glow that tethered these poor souls to his will. The tethers beginning to connect with their dead comrades as they too started to sputter and shake, rising from their self inflicted wounds and grabbing at their compatriots with hollow moans. One of these puppets lunging his bayonet forth in attempt to spear the tabaxi. 

@Rabbit
 

Edited by Djinn&Juice

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It was complete. The dark star that hovered in the sky above the village began to drain of color as its light dimmed into a faint pulse of fire that gently danced around the dark core of its being. The very aura it oozed outwards was enough to make the strongest of warriors buckle under the sheer horror and terror it radiated. Gravity warped and bent to its will as its mass of evil crushed the very huts and homes beneath it. A true monstrosity in itself the star looked as if it were ready to descend and utterly destroy every last living thing here in the village. Yet words needed to be said before such a thing was to happen. Reaching into the darkened hood of his cloak, a mechanical switch was toggled so the dark lord could speak. Yet only five words were uttered. 

 

”I want you to watch.” A robotic laced tone of dark and commanding voice let out from under the hood of the dark lord. 

 

With hand extended outwards the Dark Star bent to his will and began to lower itself towards the heroic pyromancer’s spell to contest with it. Slowly inching itself over to it, the Star now so close to contact stopped a few feet from it. For but a moment it lingered there about to clash. That was before it happened. With the a loud and highly audible snap of his fingers the dark star removed itself from the pyromancer’s spell and catapulted itself away from the village and upwards at tremendous speed. 

 

”It was never for you. This village, these people, their lives, that was just for fun.” Dredge said in that robotic voice as he turned his back to the heroes who had located them. 

 

Higher up the mountain’s steps the monks who guarded this village from their monastery rallied for a counter attack to take back the village. With martial weapons in hand and spirits lifted high the eldest among them was finishing the final touches of a rousing speech to bolster their resolve. 

 

”Go my brothers and sisters! Fend off these wretched fiends and save the peo-“ The man was swiftly interrupted by one of his brothers. 

 

”Master Tao! Behind you!” The monk yelled. 

 

As the elder man turned to see what was at the foot of his home. It was too late. 


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From above the village those bellow would see a massive explosion rock the very heavens themselves. An explosion so loud and violent that chunks of the ancient mountain itself began to fall from the sky and crush not only the bandits attacking the village but anyone close enough to be within the fallout of the blast’s projectiles and rubble. Where once a monastery of monks had lived for hundreds of years was now a smoldering pile of ash and stone turned to marbled glass. As rocks rained from the sky in a deadly hail, all anyone could really do was take cover and save as many as they could. For all of this had just been a distraction. Calling the do good people of this world away from Dredge’s target knowing they would do anything to protect the innocent people of the world. How predictable. 

Edited by Dredge

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Araborn watched as the dead began to rise and charge towards them, he blocked out there words, these that charged them are not people, they are puppets he told himself, and so it's time to cut the strings, Araborn let out a wave of arcing energy that tore through the strings severing many then continuing and severing more, Araborn was frozen when the Star started to come down, it was all he could do not to crumple with fear, that's when he heard the voice, and the star launched blowing a hole in the mountain, as the explosion sent him to the ground he finally got control of his muscles and stood up as the pieces started to rain down, he took a deep breath and with a tell released a charge once again, but this was much more powerful, he waved his staff and bolts of lightning shot out arcing from Boulder to Boulder blasting them to smaller less dangerous pieces, he stumbled a bit and leaned heavily on his staff almost completely drained

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Dauner hadn't expected a golem to stop his advance towards Dredge. The giant hand that stopped him as he flew towards his target in Gozen's fire fist was an even less expected thing as well as the 2 ladies who seemed to be guarding Dredge from harm who were an even lesser expected thing. He sure had expected to meet strong and tough opponents but... ladies? He didn't want to, in any way, fight against ladies. That was not his style.

After hitting the hand, Dauner fell on his back coughing from the dust cloud that had risen because of the collision. He jumped to his feet and repelled the dust with an aura blast from his swords. To his greatest surprise, the hand that had stopped him had suffered little damage. He could understand if something like this could resist the strength behind Gozen's fire fist but how did it not melt from the concentrated heat? This golem looked like it was going to be trouble and Dauner was running out of time. The fireball of doom was still looming over the village and he had to get to Dredge before it dropped.

It was at about this time that Dauner witnessed the fireball fly towards the monastery up on the mountain blasting it to ashes and sending a lot of debris their way. Dauner was able to cut all the rock debris the aimed for him while jumping backwards towards Gozen. Gozen too smashed the rocks that headed his way. Dauner was both conflicted and excited. None of the monks up on the mountain could have survived that. Their deaths rung out to Dauner's mind but were ultimately blocked away by the excitement that was building up in him. He smirked as he looked past the golem that stood before him to Dredge. He hadn't witnessed this much power from anyone in ages. Somehow, it reminded him of his adoptive father, Rei. The power being displayed made him look forward to a fight with Dredge ever so eagerly. But for now he had to contend with the interference. At this point, Dauner didn't see Dredge as an enemy but merely as a fun opponent against whom to kill the bore.

He turned to Gozen who in turned smiled at him. "I know what you're going to say. I handle the ladies while you take down the golem and fight the boss man behind right?". Dauner grinned widely at Gozen not concealing the excitement.

"Exactly." He then turned to the golem swords in hand and ready to slice it to pieces. "My fight's not with you" he said pointing at it despite the fact that it probably couldn't communicate or even act on it's own. "Step aside and i wont have to cut you down" he finished still holding a silly grin on his face.

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As Leon began to go deeper into the village it was then that he noticed the black star. His eyes lifted toward the air, and his eyes locked onto the Black Hole sun. The Electic eye had already began to eclipse the city gave the horrid feeling of dead and emptiness. He suddenly stopped his eyes locked onto the eclipse his hand shaking violently.  The Flames that suddenly shrouded the town, The screams of the villagers and the sense of dread. It all felt too familiar to the alien. The visions of his own past crossing his mind violent at almost a mile a minute. He repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist as he attempted to gang some sense of his sanity. No he couldn’t let this get to him, not yet. This was nowhere near as catastrophic. Not personally anyway.

Suddenly, an explosion.

His was knocked out of his shellshock when the explosion hit, It was good that he finally took notice, as a chuck of debris from the mountain itself was closing into him. He had to react quick, he reached into the back of his back, and ripped out the guitar that was in it. It was safe to call it a guitar, in the strangest sense of the word. The body was clearly just an axe, which seemed to glow blue violently as the Guitarist swung it in a vertical slice. The whirling vibration that came from the blade of the guitar made slicing through the flying rock easy. Which luckily split in time for Leon himself to avoid it. It was then that he had enough, whoever was causing this had already split his nerves past the time. He had only managed to stay afront and see what was saw that a nearby mage.


"Are you allright?"

@Araborn Kirom

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The force from the collision of the impact had knocked the hoods of the two cloaked individuals. One would be surprised to see a pair of identical twins, except for their hair where one sports the white stuff while the other settled for the silky black. 

The black-haired one, Plushy, help up a delicate arm. Despite the dimissive look on her eyes, anyone could tell that her hand clearly took the brunt of Dauner's heat as it looked like a burned piece of meat. 

"Interesting," said Plushy as she examined the extent of her hand's damage. "I heard that human bodies break easily but this much from just that? My disappointment is immeasurable."

"Pipe down, sis," said Minny, the white-hairer chick. "I think the boy's into you. Like going in so forceful and hot."

Lowering her hand down which was already showing signs of healing, Plushy faced Dauner. "Sorry, kid but I prefer taking it slow from the top. At least, I can see why you two boys preferred each other's company."

"These boys are so not my type," Minny giggled as her hand pointed at the ground before her. From that finger tip came crackling lightning which hovered in mid-air. It looked like a ball of electricity which started growing until it became turned into another creature, one that shares the same kind of aura the golem Cialo.

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"I think you boys are way over your heads," Plushy sneered at the two.

"Like duh! It's time these two little boys to be given a lesson in proper manners." Minny giggled. "What do you think, sis?"

"Spunk, yes."

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"The Star of Death... thus being a mere tool of taking lifes, its true use was to destroy all of our hopes." The Star, consuming the hate, regrets and dread, expanded, slowly, until it became one of their own. Its gravity would pull roofs, severed arms, heads and weapons. Nothing would stop its deathly rise, but the next thing no one would have expected. And then, there was an explosion. An explosion of all the hate that a human could feel. Tens, maybe hundreds of people died today in the village, but it wasn't enough for the Dark Lord. His insatiable hunger for blood, scorn and selfishness has caused him to destroy the monastery on the top of the mountain. Memories of his past, after he got his powers, came back. Flashing memories, which would hurt The Dreamer, reminded him of his miserable life, that one would deserve, for the powers they had. But one image stood, imprinted in his mind. The image of an eldritch monstrosity, with its teeth, clearly visible, as its stenching breath could be sensed from meters away. He lost control of his body, shocked by this sudden, morbid appearance of the unknown monster, before regaining consciousness.

The rocky debris was falling on the ground, in a rain of deadly boulders, who would destroy anyone unlucky enough to be in their way. Dreamer cast a few shields, putting them in front of him or wherever, trying to smash the boulders with them or rather deflect them. Some rocks would cause the shields to disappear, tiring the creator of phantasms, but he wouldn't have any choice. He had. To keep. Moving. Not only for himself, but also for the man who would dance in the town square, the man who tried battling the Star of Death and Sorrow but failed. He had to protect him, thus his efforts had to be rewarded. The rush wasn't a long one, though he had a few close calls which he was not entirely proud of, but he managed to reach the place.

"Dancer!  Your efforts have been seen and you shall be protected!" He shouted at the glowing man, as he was sliding under a fence, which resulted in being a few meters from him. He closed off the distance, as he was casting now a small dome of shields, meant to not break after the consecutive efforts of the rain of rocks to smash the two heroes.  It was a huge effort for the man with the silver hair, as the shields became true, one by one, forming the desired dome. It was made at the right time, as a medium sized boulder broke to bits due to the contact with it. The debris kept going, as his stamina was fading. He had to hold on to it, otherwise both of them would be dead. "If you can help, I'd advise you to do it! I can't hold this for much longer!"

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