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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Jun 10, 2018 20:18:51 GMT -8
The sun beat down hard on the host as it stood on the far side of the canyon, reflectively off the bright metal armor of the warriors. The sounds of snorting and whinnying horses was joined by by the rustling of pieces of metal, as men took swigs of water from their skins. The warriors themselves were silent, steeling themselves for what awaited them, waiting for the sign.
Which came pouring out of the canyon, nearly spooking the front line of horses. They were standing a safe distance away, but the heat was near inescapable. Not quite sure about the state of the plan, Lord Gediminas rode to the front of the column, raising his lance high in the air, shouting to his host, "The Heavenly Horsemen await for us! Ride my brothers!"
A great cry came from the host, as the knights and retainer cavalry echoed the sentiment with their cries. When the flames had died, the six hundred Vorutan cavalrymen charged forward into the canyon. The first lines of horsemen were the retainer cavalry, wielding their javelins and bows. Though the space in the canyon was confined, they were expert horsemen, and rode precariously close to the ranks of Ískaldur infantry, but staying out of range of their spears and pikes, before loosing their javelins and arrows. The first rank was quickly followed by the second, and then the third, and then the forth, each composed of 100 horsemen, forming a great wheel of harrying horsemen. They were well practiced at this type of battle, and kept pressing the enemy.
As the retainer cavalry swarmed around the enemy the knights bided their time, forming a wedge formation with Lord Jakub Gediminas as the point. Behind the knights, the retainer infantry had formed up three ranks deep, the second and third ranks bristling with spears and guisarmes behind the first, armed with pavise shields and short swords. The huntsmen were arrayed behind them, prepared to melt through the ranks of retainer infantry to loose volleys and then to return to their position.
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Immortal Kith
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 3,000
Physical Description: A hollow, animated monstrosity composed of some unidentifiable metal. The metal is incredibly strong and living by nature. Its arms have been adapted into battering rams with a bore in the center designed to fire elemental projectiles like a catapult.
Registered: Jan 23, 2018 19:38:45 GMT -8
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Post by Immortal Kith on Jun 10, 2018 20:28:52 GMT -8
First came the rockslide. The ancient statue began to move, collapsing rocks as it went. Immortal Kith raised his arms defensively and the Immortals rushed under his protection, having heard the sounds from an eternity away.
Second came the fire. This caused the Immortals no harm and was more of a convenience than not, clearing out the path before them – though it was strange that Galz’s ionized nature did not ignite the dung. Kith raised his arms and pointed them at the golem. A loud crack could be heard and two man-sized bars of tungsten were launched from the Siege Master’s arms, magically propelled into the statue’s chest. The four Immortals on the ground continued their advance.
In the sky, Kariin’s senses were alerted to an airborne attacker. He whipped his serpentine body to face her, conveying an electrical storm at Amaya from his wingtips.
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Immortal Kith
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 3,000
Physical Description: A hollow, animated monstrosity composed of some unidentifiable metal. The metal is incredibly strong and living by nature. Its arms have been adapted into battering rams with a bore in the center designed to fire elemental projectiles like a catapult.
Registered: Jan 23, 2018 19:38:45 GMT -8
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Post by Immortal Kith on Jun 10, 2018 20:35:51 GMT -8
The Vorutans would encounter the Immortals in the canyon. Galz sent forth a wall of highly electrified air, killing all who passed through it. Following the wall was Valruun, who rushed into the surviving ranks and cut apart horses at the legs with his ultrasharp katana, forged from the same material as its wielder. Wehr stood at the back to remain as a rearguard and put up a massive marble wall the width of the canyon and several meters tall to prevent the Vorutans from reaching Ískaldur.
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Aylith
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Pre-Cataclysm
Physical Description: Variable.
Clothes and Equipment: TBW
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 10:35:54 GMT -8
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Post by Aylith on Jun 10, 2018 20:35:57 GMT -8
The Iskaldur forces had made a wise decision. However, it would not be enough to completely avoid the real traps, one of which was extremely well-hidden, and the other hiding in plain sight. All the scans had missed the latter entirely. It was the stench of the dung itself, thick, heavy, and noxious, suffocating, and most importantly, composed almost entirely out of methane gas. All it would take was a single spark to set off a massive explosion which would rock the entire canyon, sending innocuous looking rocks tumbling down and destabilizing the footing of the soldiers. Such an explosion would even collapse entire sections of cliff face, sending many soldiers to their doom. But, it never hurt to be too careful. Before Amaya arrived, the other trap which had escaped detection (for it was never in the canyon to begin with!) activated. It had been waiting at the very entrance, right beneath their feet, buried deep in the sands, where its faint magical heartbeat would be obscured by its own bulk, the depth of the sands and the Iskaldur's own magi giving off their auras. It wasn't surprising no one had bothered to scan beneath their own feet. Why would they? It was the canyon and the statue that were the foci of interest, right? It arose, a hundred meters worth of black, etched rock, and did so with a great unearthly roar which shook the canyon. It was an earth titan, on loan from the Expanse. Each limb shoved great waterfalls of sand out of the way as it stood to strike at the vulnerable, climbing Iskaldur. Its footsteps were ominously silent in the soft sand, but its behemoth limbs would strike at the cliff face with an ungodly crack that would shake the entire cliff face and collapse portions of cliff all on its own, while also leaving a great smear of red entrails in its wake. Somewhere near Aridia, Sangilak of the Saskatoon was watching the stars in the sky while patiently eating a sandwich. The commotion caused by the titan, which would be heard miles away, put a little smirk on her face. Aylith looks upward, viewing the Titan as it rises from the ground. It slowly rises to its full height, raising a single hand into the sky. A terrible blue glow, still shining from the being's hand (as it has been for a long time now) now brightens, becoming a blinding flame of horrible, ancient power. If any beings present could measure the power of magic in an area, they would see it spike, as a fragment of Aylith's potential becomes clear. The grey creature's body elongates like a snake stretching, fire-consumed hand shining like a miniature sun. A great laugh of glee rises from the entity as it strides through the ranks of Iskaldurians below, sweeping its arms out over the vast army below it. Aylith's head malformed, twisting violently into a mass of chaotic, screaming tissue as it points the hand at the titan. Something like a laugh tears itself from whatever part of Aylith is its "throat", and it points at the falling rocks. "Silly little earth men." "You think this is enough, do you?" Aylith's fingers contract, and in a smooth motion.... ....it snaps the fingers engulfed in the blue fire. The effect is immediate, as all the falling rocks and pieces of the mountains that are collapse....stop. They hang there in space, suspended by invisible wires, not so much as a pebble falling onto the Iskaldurian army. Aylith points at the golem with a single finger (its ring finger to be precise) and smiles. Rocks. Falling rocks. The power of earthmoving and the best you can do? Aylith smiles to itself. Aylith's fingers form into a little finger "gun" of sorts, as the creature theatrically "shoots" at the golem. "I think you...." "...should go away." Immediately, the falling rocks, now frozen in space, turn. In unison they all began flying toward and bombarding the earth titan with incredible speed, too fast to be absorbed by it. The rocks fly forth, their sheer incredible speed turning them from mere stone into missiles, flying faster than any human eye could hope to track, as they all speed toward a course to sunder the golem in half.
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Kirith, the Highmother
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Kirith appears as a tall, armored figure in bronze plating, with a bluish-gray "tunic" underneath. Beneath the tunic, assuming one could get there, is yet another figure (or more accurately, a humanoid mass) of wirelike tendrils, fused into the armor and tunic like some perplexing art project.
A pair of odd wings jut from her back, that look to be made with real feathers (though upon touching/further inspection, the feathers can be perceived as being made of the same biometallic substance as Kirith's "innards".
Clothes and Equipment: Kirith's outermost shell consists of bronze plate armor, with various sharp edges that can be used as makeshift weapons if need be. She "wears" a bluish gray cloth garment beneath the outermost armor plating, complemented with a skirt-cloth (for showy reasons rather than tactical ones).
Kirith carries a Greatspear as weapons go, made of extremely durable (nigh-unbreakable even) materials. It can also be used as a magical channeling device like a wand.
Player's online availability : Sporadic.
Registered: Mar 21, 2018 14:56:40 GMT -8
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Post by Kirith, the Highmother on Jun 10, 2018 20:43:25 GMT -8
Amaya fussed with the harness again uncomfortably, but she was careful not to agitate her cargo too much. She sighed again looking around again slightly wishing to be involved in the brawl but those thoughts left her as she noticed the small desert lizards running out of the canyon accompanied by the sound of terraforming stone. She blinked and moved forward silently from her perch to look down only to blink in shock to see the army scaling the canyon walls. That certainly was not the plan. But times like these called for vanguard action.
She let a slight smirk grace her face before she tightened the straps to her harness and moved around to the other side of her perch, unfurling her wings and throwing herself to the winds. She glided down swiftly and turning she loosed her precious cargo- ignition and fire bombs straight at the canyon wall. as soon as there was impact, a mighty blaze started up only fueled by the methane from the animal dung decorating the canyon floor. She delighted as she watched the flames envelop the forces, clumps of soldiers becoming enveloped in flames and falling to their doom, she pulled up again and dove low to drop another load on the unsuspecting men below. And behind Amaya, the air seems to change. Kirith is there, wings barely seeming to move as she cuts through the air at breakneck, unswerving speed. Her white eyes glow with tranquil, perfectly controlled anger, spear burning with fire and lighting as she holds it in both hands. The Valkyrie Highmother flies after Amaya, a divine white light encompassing her metallic body as she points the spear toward Amaya (Charging 1). "You look to be a bright girl. Another being who walks among the sky." Kirith's words echo out loudly, clearly audible to Amaya due to her close proximity (if she were to look, Amaya would see the bronze-hued valkyrie behind her, virtually flying beside the demoness). Kirith's head twists to look at Amaya, bemusement brimming in the shining white eyes behind her helmet. She dips her head incrementally, grip on the spear tightening. "Pity you had to waste your talents with these cretins." Kirith spins in midair, spear slashing toward Amaya as she swings. The Valkyrie's virtually on top of her at this point, so close Amaya can see the reflection of the men below on the spear's blade. Kirith swings several times, spear a blur of energized metal as she attempts to impale, slice, or otherwise injure Amaya as the two fly along.
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Ingrid
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: With a toned stomach, curvaceous figure, and long, golden locks of hair, Ingrid is a beautiful figure. With plump, pink lips, and blue-lilac eyes, her seemingly fleshy body hides strong muscle.
Clothes and Equipment: Ingrid uses silk and fur cloaks, embroidered with runes and gold. Her metal armor is little, but the arcane runes of her armor and cloak give her full protection.
Her infamous axe, Skullsplitter, is renowned for the heavy amount of runes across the sharp blade and handle. The tip of the handle also functions as a spear-tip.
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 15:54:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ingrid on Jun 10, 2018 20:50:29 GMT -8
Ingrid snarls. "Lilith, you're coming with me. We've done this before, remember the great drake we killed ten years ago?" She shouts, and Lilith nods. The two women charge forwards towards the golem, scythe drawn for one, axe drawn for the other. Ingrid murmurs a spell, and their shoes briefly glow. The two leap up, careful to avoid the pellets of rock being fired at the golem. "You take the left, I'll hit the right." Ingrid shouts aloud, looking for any potential weakpoints, as she slams her axe into anything that looks somewhat weaker than the rest.
Lilith is faring much better, being easily twice as fast as Ingrid, and thus covering more ground. She slashes with her scythe whereever she can, before moving to the next.
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Varden, The Grand Warden
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 32
Physical Description: A tall, burly man with tanned skin. It's difficult to tell what race he is, given the pallor he has (from wearing armor so much of the time). His head is bald, though he does have a slight frizzy beard around his chin.
Clothes and Equipment: Varden wears a thick, ornate set of silver plate armor (passed down from his father), with gauntlets engraved with various runes and ancient writing. He also bears a fur-trimmed red-white cape, and skirt of similar coloration.
His armor is heavily enchanted, to be far more durable and strong than a typical Viking's armor, in fact it is as durable as a Mineraali's body.
His face is covered in a featureless silver helmet, with horns on its back indicating his status as a Knight Warden. It's surface is semi-reflective, allowing his opponents to witness their own faces as they are defeated.
He wields a single enchanted axe, which channels magic and can also generate pulses of energy that disrupt and decay metallic objects.
Varden carries a hidden crystal of resurrecting power.
Registered: Mar 20, 2018 19:42:11 GMT -8
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Post by Varden, The Grand Warden on Jun 10, 2018 21:00:24 GMT -8
Varden recoils for but a moment as he realizes what is going on. A surge of anger goes through him, and he makes a mental note to crush the skulls of those cowardly mages when he finds them. He raises a hand, summoning all the power available to him and chanting esoteric words into the air. His axe glows, and he points it at the giant, the cowardly construct of craven curs who dare not face them head on.
"Destroy the giant"
Varden points his axe at it, finishing his incantation and waiting but a moment for the results to come forth.
His axe glows, a myriad of magical homing flames shooting out and peppering the ground around the Earth titans feet, and a few portions of the mountain. A scant moment later, the ground trembles, as the sand and once solid-ground changes in composition. Even as he charges more power, Varden witnesses his spell work, as the ground around the titan and beneath it becomes-
-quicksand!
Swiftly the sand moves around the titan, its footing disrupted and utterly ruined as the titan discovers itself having no firm foundation to stand on. Even the mountain beside it (or at least the segments hit by the magic) also turn to quicksand, slipping away before it could be grasped. The titan is bound, the quicksand forming into limbs that seize its legs and pinion it.
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Santiel, Knight Warden of Lux
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 27
Physical Description: Santiel is a mid-height man, with pale skin (mostly as a result of wearing his armor most of his life), and short-cut black hair. He has never been able to grow more facial hair than a light fuzz (despite his frustration with this) and is of a more lankly build (despite his unimpressive height).
Clothes and Equipment: Santiel wears custom-engraved silver armor (of greater bulk than most others of his order), as all Knight Wardens do. His specifically incorporates more cloth into it, as well as a white, flowing cape of translucent material to it. His armor is specifically engraved with gold bits as well, making him a bit more unconventional than most other Knights.
His armor is capable of generating a magical field to repel foes, though this takes a toll on his strength.
Lux also carries a hidden healing crystal, though he rarely uses it.
Registered: Mar 20, 2018 20:00:14 GMT -8
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Post by Santiel, Knight Warden of Lux on Jun 10, 2018 21:05:05 GMT -8
Santiel kneels, power gathering as his sword glows brighter (Charging (4)....). His thoughts are filled with burning hatred and blood, as he silently tries to marshall all his self control and not run into battle himself. He is a Knight Warden, an Iskaldurian tasked with mastering magic to bend it to the will of his people. To war. He has seen these curs slay his brethren (though hardly a permanent thing), and has been impugned by them before.
Santiel begins charging one of the strongest, most wicked spell he can envision, turning toward the giant as he does so...
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Thrand Rangvaldrson
Committed
King Chief of Ískaldur
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: Thrand stands around 6 foot and 2 inches tall with a burly build and a wild, fiery orange beard. He possesses several blue tattoos on his body, although they’re often covered with furs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Thrand's wardrobe is relatively simple, especially compared to what other monarchs and royalty may possess. A pair of sturdy boots, a warm pair of pants, a plain shirt and a fur cloak is all that’s necessary for Thrand. On the occasion that he is drug into an event that requires some formality, he has a more pristine set of clothes that he can don, embroidered with the seal of Ískaldur, and a mantle with ornate clasps from the forge of Eldavél. To top it off, a finely crafted and engraved scabbard for his sword.
Beyond his clothing, Thrand possesses a rather ordinary shield and a magic sword with a shard from the Heart of Odin embedded within the hilt. The sword is both a national treausre and a symbol of his status as the King Chief of Ískaldur, and thus Thrand keeps it by his side constantly. However if he were to ever find himself in a situation where he would have to engage in combat, he’d much prefer to go with a mace before the sword.
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Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Apr 16, 2018 18:48:31 GMT -8
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Post by Thrand Rangvaldrson on Jun 11, 2018 8:09:21 GMT -8
Thrand watched as the valkyries worked their magic and brought the ladders into existence and the berserkers began to climb to reach the top with the Valkyries. He considered his plan a pretty solid plan, bypassing the canyon entirely and also giving them the advantage of being able to see the lands ahead come morning. He took a moment to look away from the cliff face and survey the empty desert around them. It was relieving that there was no apparent threat at the moment. This plan effectively split their forces in two, with the segment on the ground losing power as they went to join those atop the cliff face.
He admitted it was dangerous, but it was a danger he was willing to take to avoid the canyon. It was obviously a set up for something bad, although he did not know what exactly what the bad thing was. He had some ideas as to what might be there. Perhaps the enemy army waiting on the other side, or some hidden trap in the valley that could escape even magic detection.
However what he imagined was quite different than the truth.
He couldn't prepare for the explosion that rang through the canyon, collapsing a significant amount of the cliff walls and burying the incinerated dung. He then watched the ground churn and out of it came a enormous giant of stone, who brought his large fist down upon the men climbing the ladder. Then came the firebombs from above, and although it hardly affected him it sent the men around him writhing in pain. He looked skyward just as the rocks fell, unable to react in time as his brain furiously attempted to comprehend the situation. It was only by a miracle that the rocks didn't finish their descent, instead stopping and changing directions to fly towards the giant.
Amidst the ensuing chaos Thrand finally regained his senses, and bellowed a chain of commands to the Ískaldur forces. He stood at the forefront, ready to engage any enemies that might reveal themselves.
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 11, 2018 8:56:51 GMT -8
Einhver had not expected things to play out this way. In fact, she hadn't even expected the enemy to show up. However here they were, and it appeared they did not intend to hold back. Unfortunately for them, neither did she.
A quick look over the scene would reveal to her the two points of interest. There was the giant of earth and stone and there was the flying lady dropping incendiaries. The golem seemed to more or less be occupied at the moment with the quicksand and the pair of warriors running across it, so she decided to assist Kirith in taking down Amaya Thundra. She held out her lance, aiming just ahead of Amaya, and activated the magic within.
The crystalline orb located just above the hilt of the lance began to glow a bright orange, magic energy emitting from it and arcing up and down the length of the weapon. Einhver took a moment to make sure the her aim was correct and that she wouldn't hit any of the Ískaldurian forces or Kirith on accident, and then unleashed the power of the lance. A beam of fiery orange energy flew from the tip and traveled through the air on a course for Amaya. Should it hit it would cleanly burn a considerable hole as it passed through her, continuing to travel into the ground and sear a similar hole there.
Not caring if it hit or not, Einhver would then drop the lance, which would disappear into a portal and drew a pair of swords from a similar pair of portals. These would immediately begin to charge with their own energy (1) as she flew down to meet Amaya in combat.
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on Jun 11, 2018 9:30:56 GMT -8
The Ískaldurian army was thrown into disarray by the recent series of events. The explosion had surprised them all, and it was a miracle that nobody was injured. However the appearance of the giant golem and Amaya would put an end to that, as the giant fist or stone crushed the dumbstruck Berserkers as they climbed the ladders and Amaya a sequence of fire bombs before being engaged by Kirith and Einhver. However causalities could have been worse if it weren't for Aylith stopping the falling rocks, and all in all they had avoided the worst of it. Around seventy causalities was rather light, all things considered.
However that wouldn't help calm the chaos, and the army only regained their composure once Thrand barked out a series of commands. The effect was near instantaneous, and the army moved into a formation. Three rows of Pikemen formed up, using the cliff face to guard their flank as they created a quarter circle arc. Mineraali stood amongst them, ready to engage anybody who might break through the wall of pikes. Behind them stood the swordsmen and behind them stood the archers. Within the ranks of the swordsmen were six circles were the dead bodies were being piled, next to each one being a chanting healer surrounded by a guard of Mineraali who used their bulk as shields.
The Valkyries atop the cliff flew towards the Golem, circling above like a wake of vultures. They pointed their spears towards the golem, energy coalescing into a bright orb. After a moment they all fired at once, six beams of burning energy flying into the golem.
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TsaTsa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 176
Physical Description: TsaTsa is 7' 1", with extremely pale skin. Despite being a Dullahan, she keeps her head attached and attempts to blend in with humans.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears magical plate armor, colored black, which leaves her arms, thighs and head remain mostly unarmored. She carries a completely normal Fangtian Ji and can conjure and control several other magical weapons, notably a whip styled like a spine.
Player's online availability : Notify me and I'll be there
Registered: Jan 15, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
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Post by TsaTsa on Jun 11, 2018 10:10:35 GMT -8
Tsatsa stumbled back as the methane exploded and brought with it the smell of burnt dung. She summoned a sword in one hand and began summoning a single charge of magic in her other hand, faint glowing rings appearing around her forearm. She didn't know what could be done against the rather sizeable titan but she had to at least try to help somehow.
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Huata of the Dittany
Committed
Roleplay posts: 63
Age: 19
Physical Description: Dark eyes and light skin, 6'0, boyish face, strong jaw, usually smiling
Clothes and Equipment: A simple twig staff, leather robes engraved with runes, a bow and arrow, and a pet falcon named Beaver.
Registered: May 15, 2016 21:25:47 GMT -8
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Post by Huata of the Dittany on Jun 11, 2018 14:41:45 GMT -8
The earth spirit propelling the titan forward foresaw its doom.
As it raised its arms for another pass, it would sense the magic roots emanating from the cores buried in its rocky knee joins taking damage. Ingrid and Lilith were beginning to limit its mobility.
Instead of crashing down its mighty limbs on the puny Iskaldurs, it found its momentum arrested by a hardy barrage of high speed earth, pummeling it like hail on glass. While the canyon stone was much softer than the rocky shell of the titan, the bulk of it was enough to slow it down.
The energy blasts of the Valkyries raked across its torso, leaving gashes of earth and exposing a bit of its main core, appearing as a silver gash of glowing quartz.
But the real nail in the coffin was the quick sand, which meter by meter would start drawing the titan deep into the ground, leaving it with no recourse.
The earth spirit decided to abandon this shell.
The titan made one last attempt to help its allies. It raised its arms into the air and quickly flung them forward. But at the last millisecond, the cores in its limbs disintigrated, causing its forearms to fly off as deadly projectiles. One of these behemoth structures would collide with the surviving forces at the top of the cliff side, its long form snaking on top and then dragging anything caught underneath (preferably minerali and healers) to its doom with the rest of the quicksand. The second limb would fling towards Amaya's attackers in an attempt to intercept their attacks and give her a better chance of escaping. Meanwhile, a shower of quartz shards would fall into the sands below.
The main torso and body would commit to its destruction and hasten its demise by slamming itself forward against the cliffside, hoping to deal even more damage and collapse as much of it as possible, and catch anyone in between with it. As it did so, its main body's core also disintegrated, and its torso broke apart into great chunks, many of which would fling themselves in all directions, further showering Iskaldur's army with shrapnel. Its legs too would break apart, sending Lilith and Ingrid flying. If they walked away without injury it would be a miracle.
Its self-destruction complete, what remained of the titan, chunks of black stone and quartz crystals, would descend pitifully into the quick sand bellow, and the earth spirit which birthed it would disappear into the ether with a story to tell.
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In the distance, Sangilak would sense the titan's destruction and close her eyes.
"Very well." She would say to herself. She'd finish her sandwich, stand up, and prepare for her role in Aridia's last stand.
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Amaya Thundra
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 198
Age: 24
Physical Description: She has pale blue hair that is rather jagged and cut short (she cuts her own hair with a knife). Her eyes are a golden color that looks much like lightning ripping across the sky. When her powers are active, it looks like lightning is running through her veins. Her ears are pointed and long. She stands at about 6 foot and her nails are normal unless she is feeling beastly when they can grow into talons. Otherwise, she appears as a normal human. Also... horns.
Clothes and Equipment: It looks as though she is constantly wearing a tattered black cloak, but it is actually her wings folded over her body that are pretty durable against attacks. She wears light armor underneath her wings typically and dresses lightly. Though she is not a fan of dresses and skirts or any clothing that restricts her movement, if it necessary or particularly unique, she can be convinced to wear it. She wields a broad sword in case of emergency but prefers to fight hand to hand.
Allegiances: Edan; To a lesser degree her father, Ixdraynael
Registered: May 31, 2018 19:40:04 GMT -8
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Post by Amaya Thundra on Jun 11, 2018 17:14:38 GMT -8
Amaya swallowed as time seemed to slow down as she dropped her last bombs and assessed the three threats hurtling towards her. Luckily one of the threats was less of a threat and more of an aid. As Kirith swung at her she tucked in her wings and killed the winds that kept her aloft- changing them to hurtle downwards out of the Valkyrie's range for the moment as she also dodged the beam aimed for her gut by Einhver. She pulled her broad sword from it's sheathe drawing the electrical storm to her with the mighty blade. As the storm engulfed her and the electricity raced down the steel of her sword, she spread her wings again to drift back to give herself so room- her blade held defensively as her glowing golden eyes darted between her immediate enemies.
"I cannot sit idly by watching a land be taken unfairly by the strong. My blood may run darker than yours but your morals are shrouded in darkness, Reaper." She said as she drew the storm thicker around herself, electricity cracking along her limbs, a deterrent of physical strikes.
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Ingrid
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: With a toned stomach, curvaceous figure, and long, golden locks of hair, Ingrid is a beautiful figure. With plump, pink lips, and blue-lilac eyes, her seemingly fleshy body hides strong muscle.
Clothes and Equipment: Ingrid uses silk and fur cloaks, embroidered with runes and gold. Her metal armor is little, but the arcane runes of her armor and cloak give her full protection.
Her infamous axe, Skullsplitter, is renowned for the heavy amount of runes across the sharp blade and handle. The tip of the handle also functions as a spear-tip.
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 15:54:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ingrid on Jun 11, 2018 17:39:56 GMT -8
Lilith and Ingrid jump off the titan, and move towards Thrand and company. Lilith's scythe is somewhat scratched up, but Ingrid's axe seems fine. Curious.
"It's gone." Ingrid said apathetically. "What should I kill next?" She said.
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Kirith, the Highmother
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Kirith appears as a tall, armored figure in bronze plating, with a bluish-gray "tunic" underneath. Beneath the tunic, assuming one could get there, is yet another figure (or more accurately, a humanoid mass) of wirelike tendrils, fused into the armor and tunic like some perplexing art project.
A pair of odd wings jut from her back, that look to be made with real feathers (though upon touching/further inspection, the feathers can be perceived as being made of the same biometallic substance as Kirith's "innards".
Clothes and Equipment: Kirith's outermost shell consists of bronze plate armor, with various sharp edges that can be used as makeshift weapons if need be. She "wears" a bluish gray cloth garment beneath the outermost armor plating, complemented with a skirt-cloth (for showy reasons rather than tactical ones).
Kirith carries a Greatspear as weapons go, made of extremely durable (nigh-unbreakable even) materials. It can also be used as a magical channeling device like a wand.
Player's online availability : Sporadic.
Registered: Mar 21, 2018 14:56:40 GMT -8
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Post by Kirith, the Highmother on Jun 11, 2018 18:27:28 GMT -8
Amaya swallowed as time seemed to slow down as she dropped her last bombs and assessed the three threats hurtling towards her. Luckily one of the threats was less of a threat and more of an aid. As Kirith swung at her she tucked in her wings and killed the winds that kept her aloft- changing them to hurtle downwards out of the Valkyrie's range for the moment as she also dodged the beam aimed for her gut by Einhver. She pulled her broad sword from it's sheathe drawing the electrical storm to her with the mighty blade. As the storm engulfed her and the electricity raced down the steel of her sword, she spread her wings again to drift back to give herself so room- her blade held defensively as her glowing golden eyes darted between her immediate enemies. "I cannot sit idly by watching a land be taken unfairly by the strong. My blood may run darker than yours but your morals are shrouded in darkness, Reaper." She said as she drew the storm thicker around herself, electricity cracking along her limbs, a deterrent of physical strikes. Kirith laughed, the sound a high-pitched, alien noise. It sounds like bones breaking, a dark and terrible sound. She spins upward, the Valkyrie's wings flapping idly as her metallic body flies above the flying stone arm, scything through the air until she is once again equal in height to Amaya. The Valkyrie spins her spear, the electric field on it transforming into one of flames instead. Her white eyes gleam, as she points the spear at Amaya once again. "You know not of what they have done. These cretins have already throughly incurred our wrath. You think I desire their land, do you?" Kirith's head shakes as she laughs again, the splintering sound seeming to echo around the demoness' head. Both her bronze plated claws wrap around the spear, a grip so unbreakable the weapon may as well be magnetized to Kirith's very form. "They impugned my charges. All I desire from Aridia is their defeat. Surrender, should they desire, but if not...." Kirith's head lowers incrementally, body shifting midair as her wings extend to their full length. "...then I'll happily paint the desert with every last drop of their lifeblood." Kirith tittered slightly. "It could use some more color, don't you think?" Spear still glowing with power, Kirith flies toward Amaya, spear swinging at her body several times as the Valkyrie executed a series of blows in speeds humans could only dream of. Again and again Kirith's spear spins and cuts through the air, jabbing at the demon with intent to wound, sever, or simply kill. She does not seem to notice the lightning sheathing Amaya is activating....or perhaps she simply does not care.
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Aylith
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Pre-Cataclysm
Physical Description: Variable.
Clothes and Equipment: TBW
Registered: Jan 17, 2018 10:35:54 GMT -8
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Post by Aylith on Jun 11, 2018 18:36:33 GMT -8
Aylith looks to the sky, seemingly unbothered or simply not paying attention to the carnage and destruction reigning on the cliffs and areas nearby to them. It cocks its head as it watches the three little flying people, far, far away from itself. They dance through the sky, swinging weapons and sparkling like little lights. Aylith smiles slightly at the sight, reaching up with an arm. "What pretty little lights." "I think I shall go look at them....a bit...." "...closer." Aylith's back and arms tear apart like threads sundered by a tailor, its body stretching as a pair of massive, fleshy grey wings grow from the oozing, almost fluid tissue mass. A moment later, Aylith stretches its new appendages, flexing them to their full length as it looks up at the other beings flying above. Its face deforms yet again, mass swelling it and covering it until it blossoms into a most peculiar orbular shape. Head now "armored" against attack and the turbulence of flight, Aylith stretches its legs (the limbs deforming even as it stretches, into a myriad of tendril-like arms), and leaps into the air. Aylith's wings flap with an ungainly, horribly unnatural gait, and the creature appears more like some grotesque demon from ancient lore, than anything rational or reasonable. Power burns through the creature's body, as it flaps harder and harder, speed rising until it is going as fast as Amaya and Kirith had gone moments before. Aylith's ascent carries it straight toward Amaya, the creature's orb-head staring like some gigantic, alien eyeball, at the hovering demoness. OOC: Thought this pic suited the situation. Roughly and inaccurate, but you get the meaning.
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Ískaldur
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Allegiances: Ískaldur
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 18:47:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ískaldur on Jun 11, 2018 18:38:47 GMT -8
The army watched somewhat helplessly as the battle continued on. Many knew that they could do nothing against the behemoth, their weapons mere twigs when compared to the titan. It was up to the valkyries and the other elite magic casters within their ranks to deal with it, and that they did. A cheer began to erupt as the monstrosity began to fall, but it didn't last long as they saw the golem beginning to make its final attacks. The first arm soared through the air towards the cliff top. The few berserkers who had made it up there before the initial attack dove out of the way, yet that was only so effective. A little over half of them were crushed, their entrails being smeared across the ground as the arm dragged itself off the rock, taking with it a handful of troops into the inescapable quicksand. The others that were crushed either were killed instantly, or if one weren't so lucky they would lay moaning in pain, half crushed and waiting for death to come. The arm that flew towards Einhver, Kirith, and Amaya would not be intercepted by any of the Ískaldurian forces, as they would soon be busy with problems of their own. The collision between the remaining body of the golem and the cliff walls would cause a resounding crack to travel through the air. Several more of the chunks of cliff would break and fall off, and although it was considerably less than the first time it didn't mean that it wasn't any less deadly. They fell upon the forces of Ískaldur, crushing a considerable amount of the vikings and a good number of Mineraali, as well as finding their mark upon five of the six healers. The surviving Mineraali guard would instantly begin attempting to lift the crushing rock off the healer, yet it appeared that one was simply too large to be moved at the moment. Finally the last and possibly most devastating from the collapsing titan was the shrapnel. This mowed through the nearest ground troops, killing many and harming more. Luckily after the first couple of rows the damage was minimized, the dead bodies of their comrades and the still standing mineraali acting as effective impromptu shields for the rest of the force. The valkyries hovering above took quite the beating from the Shrapnel, arguably worse than any of the others. However they were resilient, and despite their armor receiving more than a few dents and scratches, as well as a handful of holes, they were more or less fine and could continue fighting if there was the need.
But the immediate threat was gone, and a healer still remained. The troops changed their formation to accommodate the decrease in numbers, still keeping a defensive formation around the bodies of their allies while the Healer worked it's magic. Although it had taken what could be considered a heavy blow, the army of Ískaldur was far from losing. Exact numbers of deaths for those who care 11 Incinerator Mineraali 15 Normal Mineraali 14 Berserkers (3 permanently gone) 5 Healers (1 "permanently gone, at least for the remainder of the war) 93 Viking
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Ingrid
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: With a toned stomach, curvaceous figure, and long, golden locks of hair, Ingrid is a beautiful figure. With plump, pink lips, and blue-lilac eyes, her seemingly fleshy body hides strong muscle.
Clothes and Equipment: Ingrid uses silk and fur cloaks, embroidered with runes and gold. Her metal armor is little, but the arcane runes of her armor and cloak give her full protection.
Her infamous axe, Skullsplitter, is renowned for the heavy amount of runes across the sharp blade and handle. The tip of the handle also functions as a spear-tip.
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 15:54:56 GMT -8
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Post by Ingrid on Jun 11, 2018 18:56:29 GMT -8
Ingrid goes to one of the wounded healers and presses two fingers upon them, using her magic to try and heal them. It's not that efficient, but with luck, she should be able to stabilize them enough.
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Einhver Annar
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Entirely clad in white armor ornately decorated with gold and various pink and blue highlights. Her lower half is covered in a light grey combat dress that hardly hinders her movement. Two pairs of similar golden and white wings remain folded up upon her back.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her body is made of a durable armor crafted in the forges of Eldavél, and leaves little to no gaps to exploit as weaknesses. She typically carries a magic broadsword capable of hitting things on both the astral and physical plane, and can summon in various other magic weapons.
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Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever. I'm Omega_Tahu#8599 on the discord
Registered: Jun 4, 2018 7:20:53 GMT -8
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Post by Einhver Annar on Jun 11, 2018 19:07:37 GMT -8
Einhver tsked as Amaya dodged her blast. However she should have expected as much. Such an attack would never have hit a valkyrie from the range she had fired from and although she did not expect the people of this world to meet those standards, to think that they wouldn't be able to dodge such a basic attack was foolish.
So she flew down to meet Amaya in combat. It looked like Kirith was already attacking her head on, and while normally it would be unacceptable for her to enter a duel, this was not a normal situation. The glory of Ískaldur was on the line and with that in mind she dove in behind Amaya. She moved at a speed that far outclassed that of most creatures, although it was still noticeably slower than Kirith's, but that's only natural. After all, not everyone could be the best. As Kirith attacked the front, Einhver attacked the back with her pair of magically glowing swords (2), attempting to crush Amaya in a pincer attack.
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