Sorcha comes from another dimension that is quite identical to our world. They call this realm Concordia, meaning "Harmony". This realm had once been in a peaceful state, it's ruler, Harel making sure that every argument was settled right before it escalated into something far worse. His regions were divided into six different continents. The first, being ruled by his eldest son, Markell, kept to the north of Harels palace. To the east, were the lands of his second son, Keegan, Taran to the south and Tristan to the west. Southeastern region was ruled by Jaegar and the northeastern, Orlan. His youngest, a daughter by the name of Sorcha would one day rule over all of Concordia, for the youngest always took over and she would wed a man chosen by her parents. Harels wife, Trynna, acted as housekeeper of the Palace and obeyed her husbands every whim. After thousands of years of being in nothing but peace, Concordia was suddenly overtaken by a league of twelve men, who claimed Harel was not a fit King of their nation. Each members of this league came from each of the six continents, calling themselves the League of Twelve and since Concordia had no need of a militia, Harel and his wife were quickly overrun by the men. The two were murdered, and soon Tristan, Jaegar, and Orlan followed their parents to the Underworld. The other three brothers were captured and sent to another world, Earth. They have no recollection of their past and blend in well with the rest of Earth's people.
Back in Concordia, Sorcha was kept captive for five years after the league took over Concordia. The world was now in shambles, the civilians involving themsleves in disputes that turned into a multitude of civil wars. Animals were hunting down the people, and vice versa, just to have food to eat. Poverty and despair rang out among the nation, and the League of Twelve forced Sorcha to watch the endless ravaging of her homeworld. Sadness closed around her and by the time she was eighteen years of age, she planned an escape that would allow her to rescue her brothers. Using the help of her powers, she summoned the most loyal of her friends, a wolf by the name of Malikye. With his keen instincts, he was able to help the young woman escape her imprisonment and led her to the Chamber of Reflection where a mirror held the passage to Earth. Now, anyone who wanted to be transferred from one world to another, had only to say the name of said world and the mirror would transfer that one person. Fortunately, Sorcha had overheard the league of men say the name of this other world. After voicing the name, she walked towards the mirror and went right through it.
This is where the story would begin. If interested, reply or PM me and we will discuss it further! I'm open to ideas, so don't be afraid to ask questions!
Here's the names of the Gods and Goddesses of Concordia. They can be played by anybody, seeing as they are all NPC, just as long as it makes sense with the scene.
Concordia: Order (Harmony/Peace)****Wife of Imfamel
Imfamel: Chaos (Destruction/War)****Husband of Concordia
1.Name: Choose one of the characters I've mentioned or, with my approval, one you would like to bring in.
2.Gender: Choose the gender of the character you will be using.
3.Age: Their age. I will list the ages of the brothers and League.
4.Race: The League has a mixture of races, and they can be what you decide. Concordia has a multitude of races.
5.Appearance: You may choose the appearance of the character you choose to use.
6.Alliance: Are you choosing to play as one of the members of The League of Twelve or one of the brothers or the Hero or an additional character?
7.Personality: You may choose their personality, but keep in mind, the brothers all share one similar trait and that is they are very protective of their one and only sister.. They just don't remember her yet.
8.Occupation/skills: The League of Twelve are open to whatever skills you want to give them and you may choose to have them as leaders before they took over Concordia or woodcutters, miners, whatever you want them to be... Just make them evil. I am not opposed to magic being used, just none of them can be demons or Gods.
Appearance: 5'3”, Slender, Grey eyes, dark strawberry blonde hair that hangs down to the small of her back, always wears a white dress that either hangs down to just above her knees or all the way down to her ankles, always walks around barefoot, and wears a necklace with a heart-shape pendant that holds a family picture of all her brothers and both parents.
Alliance: She is the future Queen of Concordia.
Personality: Sorcha has a fiery, but sweet sort of personality. She has been known for her mood changes, but it only depends on the person she is keeping company with at that particular time. She loves all creatures and anyone who doesn't endanger others. Her feelings are very tender and she hurts easily because of her gentle nature. Most take advantage of Sorcha because of this, but she immediately recognizes such tactics and gives others a piece of her mind.
Occupation/Skills: Sorcha has a few skills: telepathy, the ability to make things grow/heal, adapt to different temperatures, and can speak to animals. Powers she inherited from her mother are: the magic that will allow Sorcha to give her brothers back their memories (control over the mind; dreams, thoughts, etc), and the power to restore energy to those who are weak and close to death.
Appearance: Whatever you want it to be.
Alliance: One of Sorcha's brothers.
Personality: However you want him to be. Just make sure he is protective and loves his sister.
Occupation/Skills: Was the ruler of the Northern Regions of Concordia, but now since he's been sent to Earth, you may choose his new occupation and whatever skills he's developed. He will not have any of the skills that include magic when he was living in Concordia. He is to be a simple man, making a simple living or a leader, or, again, whatever you want him to be.
Appearance: Refer to brother #1.
Alliance: Brother of Sorcha.
Personality: Refer to brother #1.
Occupation/skills: Refer to brother #1.
Appearance: Refer to brother #1.
Alliance: Brother of Sorcha.
Personality: Refer to brother #1.
Occupation/skills: Refer to brother #1.
The League of Twelve:
Going by the same character sheet with the brothers, choose the name, age, etc of the member of the League of Twelve you'd like to choose. You may choose more than one to play as. In fact, you may also use any other character to use because the League of Twelve will not be used that often, unless your character decides to follow Sorcha to Earth, which will probably end up happening as these men will find out she has escaped and will need to find ways of finding her and bringing her back before she finds her brothers.
The Hero can be any sort of man that you choose. Vampire, demon, God, etc.... But, first, you MUST run it by me first and say what your intentions are. I am not opposed to Romance developing between Sorcha and The Hero, in fact, it's preferred. What I mean by Romance is: limited amount of smut. Whatever sexual encounters happen, it must NOT be without romance. And it must be limited as well. We will discuss this further before agreeing to the roleplay. Use the character sheet I have provided and make this Hero what you want him to be.
If you have a character in mind you'd like to bring into the role-play, fill in the character sheet and I will look over it. I am not opposed to adding additional roles in the story. In fact, it would make the story more interesting!
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Krystal just shook her head as she picked up a glass and brought it over to the tap and began to fill the glass with nice cold beer. “Oh believe me I know how funny you” She said with a slightly sarcastic voice. She was just teasing him and Zack would know that. They had a fun relationship... well, Krystal wasn’t quite sure if it was really a relationship but it was meant to be. The two of them were often laughing and joking around as well as playfully picking on one another. If it wasn’t all an undercover mission to keep an eye on a Prince that threatened her father, then maybe it really could have been something.
Krystal handed Jason the beer as the two males continued to talk. Well it was more like Zack did the talking and Jason just stuttered answers. She let them continue for a little bit before coming to the rescue of Jason. “Hey Zack! Why don’t you leave this young guy alone to drink his beer?” Krystal offered as she walked back around the bar. “He looks like he could faint from fright”
Zack made a playfully poutty face as she said she knew how funny he was. Zack just looked at her. He enjoyed the relationship they had. However he didn't think it was nothing but a false relationship. He really did love her. If he were to ever find out that Krystal was only there to help her father he would be devastated. All that needed to be hoped was that he wouldn't find out. Of course secrets have a way of always coming out.
Zack shrugged as Krystal handed Jason the beer and went behind the bar. He smacked Jason on the arm in a friendly way and followed Krystal behind the bar. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a quick kiss. He looked at her while still holding his beloved Fiancée in his arms. "So why don't you tell me how funny you think I am." He just laughed a bit, just enjoying standing there holding her. Public affection wasn't a big deal to him.
Scythe watched in anticipation as Masaharu moved closer. He just licked his lips, leaving behind small stains from his own blood that covered his tongue. Masaharu made the first move. He lunged forward trying to knee him, deck him, and even parry a strike with his sword. This man was skilled for an earthling, but Scythe was no amateur. He jumped back. It was the best move for the situation. As he landed he gripped Halikair tightly and out of nowhere someone magically appeared in front of him.
Without hesitation the new person standing in front of him, the teleporter, swung his Blade at Scythe's neck. Scythe was able to block the strike and jump back once more. That was when he noticed the small group of soldiers appear and come running at him. It seemed the king didn't trust him. Smartest thing the King ever did. Scythe just grinned. "So am I to assume the king doesn't want me to harm anyone? The usual shit?"
The teleporting figure just nodded. Scythe just glared and began smiling wickedly. "Alright then. I'll cut you all down first!" Scythe swiped the weapon at the strange man. He was just able to teleport away from the attack in time. He reappeared next to Masaharu. "If you intend to run, now is your only chance." They were there to stop Scythe at all costs. If Sorcha took a back burner to that, it would need to be.
Scythe was now spinning Halikair around his body with one hand. He released the weapon sending it flying towards the group of soldiers. The end without the sickle flew off piercing one man through the heart, piercing body armor and all. He just ran at the rest bear handed his weapon still lodged in the man's chest. He jumped into the group grabbing two by the throats and gripping his hands around them. He ripped out both throats and then ripped his Scythe from the other man's chest. On the end of the scythe was the still beating heart of the victim.
He whipped his body around, slashing the scythe downwards and cutting a 4th person in half down the middle. Behind him was a solider that was gathering lightning in his hands. He shot it at him in a steady stream. At that very same time, Scythe whipped the heart off and the lightning was intercepted by the now detached Heart. He went behind the man and lunged his hand through his opponents body. It pierced completely through and the blood dripped from Scythe's hand as it was protruding from the other man's body. He took the Scythe in the other hand and threw it again, but this time letting the blade do the job and and killing another 6 people.
All in all there was about 10 corpses littering the field. Scythe just smiled and took out a potion and drank it down. He needed to balance out the effects of both of his Spells. The injuries he had that anyone could see blood coming from began to heal up quickly. Almost instantly. There was still about 20 more soldiers left. They needed to die and then he'd go back to the others. "Let's go now. I don't have the time to waste, not killing you sorry creatures to be alive. Things weren't pretty for the team of Earthlings. If the Earthlings and Princes were to escape they'd need to go soon. Very soon. Otherwise all hope was lost.
Krystal grinned when Zack came around the bar and left poor Jason alone. She kind of felt sorry for a lot of the people who walked into their bar. A lot of them were just looking for somewhere to forget about their troubles and drown them in a beer or two. Krystal knew a lot about this. She had enough troubles of her own. Especially when it came to her father. It would be an understatement to say that she had daddy issues and if she wasn't so afraid of what her father would say, she too would be in a bar drowning her sorrows. However instead she was undercover, tricking a man into falling in love with her with her ability of manipulation.
She watched as Zack walked over to her and wrapped her arms around her petite body, her own hands doing the same thing as she returned the quick kiss. Like Zack, Krystal was quite happy to just stand there like that with him. Despite the situation she liked him, he was a nice guy. "Oh you are the funniest man I know" She said, playing to his ego a little. "Always making me laugh, especially with your amazing jokes" Krystal said, it obvious that she was still teasing him. They both knew that she thought that he was funny. She was often in stitches laughing at his jokes and pranks and he knew it. Smiling she planted another soft kiss on his lips as she looked into his eyes.
As she stood there, not only was Krystal having a conversation on him but she was also using her ability. It took a lot of strength but she had got it to the point where she could do it almost in the back of her mind instead of having to be completely concentrated. The effects on her body were still evident though and she knew that soon she would grown weak and have to go and lay down. To anyone else it would just seem like she was a little fragile and weak, if not a little sickly.
Frightened for the male Earthling, Sorcha's mind started spinning with ideas to save him from an apparent death. But, what was she to do? The Princess lacked in the area of self-defense. She had never used a sword, much less, held one before. What was there to do? She asked herself once again as more and more ideas ran across her mind. Then, it occurred to her. There was the possibility of teleportation. It was a magical skill that every powerful Concordian knew how to manipulate and use for their own purpose. Teleporting will drain Sorcha of energy, but only if she traveled to a destination that was a great distance. She only planned going to an area in which they could escape Scythe.
When the soldiers from Concordia arrived and began to fight against Scythe, Sorcha took a few steps forward but froze hearing a whining sound in the distance. Looking around, she found a crowd had gathered and were now scattering, frightened by the battle in the streets of the small neighborhood. Red flashing lights atop those monstrous things of metal came peeling around a corner. Three police cars had appeared on scene, leaving Sorcha to wonder exactly who these new arrivals were. Could they be authority figures? Not wanting to stick around and find out, she runs forward, taking Saige by the hand and dragging the girl over to where Masaharu stood. She grabbed his arm, then, still holding onto Saige, Sorcha closes her eyes and whispers an enchantment. A shimmering light surrounds the trio and, within a split second, they were gone.
They reappeared in another city, not too far from where they'd been before. As the new location came into focus and Sorcha's energy restored, she took the opportunity to look around. They'd landed on a sandy beach, with an ocean behind them. People were wandering around, to Sorcha's astonishment, nearly nude with tiny bits of clothing to conceal the private areas. Others were lying on towels, chairs, or playing with a white ball; hitting it back and forth between two large groups. The sky was clear of clouds, the hot sun burning brightly down upon the trio as they stood. Sorcha felt the heat, but it did not faze her one bit. She turns around in a full circle to look towards the different shops along a sidewalk, where more people wandered in the skimpy clothing and some in a different type of apparel altogether; jeans, t-shirts, skirts, etc. Items Sorcha had never witnessed before. She saw a sign over to the left of where they stood that read “Keep Miami Beaches Clean.” Was that what this placed was called? Miami?
Corissa listened to Sean speak of his day at work with a half smile. The whole job was a ruse, but he seemed to really be involved and loved his line of work. Just as long as he remained clueless and naive to the whole situation, the happier her master, Scythe, would be. After fetching the ingredients for tonight's dinner, Chu Chee Tofu (a Thai cuisine favored by Sean), Corissa began the preparation while keeping an ear open for Sean's words. Did it really make her unhappy? His little excursions with the gangs in the area? Perhaps, just a small bit. But, who was she to say what the man should be doing for a living? Not like he really had a choice. The League saw to that. Within a half hour, the meal was finished and Corissa dished it out onto two plates; one for Sean and the other, herself. Placing it in front of her 'brother,' she sits across from him and smiles.
“I made your favorite meal! I hope it tastes the same as usual.” Forking the tofu, she nibbles a piece before continuing, “You need to be more careful. If you were to be arrested, I'm not sure what I'd do. I don't think they feed you Chu Chee Tofu in prison.” Smirking, Corissa forks another piece of tofu and waves it around, speaking even further, “An island sounds wonderful. Do I have the honor of planning out the architecture of this house and decorating it? You know how I love that sort of stuff.”
Valius gave a look of disgust when Kiel mentioned Scythe. At this point, he realized that he had no other choice than to hire the sell-sword. Kiel was undoubtedly right about the woman's advantage, and Valius wouldn't argue. His eyes had been locked on Reicha's with deep thought.
"I guess you'll do." Valius pride didn't allow him to falter his low faith in the bounty hunter, even if he solidly knew she was the best for the job. "Your mission will be a very interesting one... For you, at the least. You will be hunting the former heir of Concordia's throne, Sorcha. You should see fit that she is brought back alive. I don't care if you break all of her limbs! Just don't kill the girl. As for your payment... Do you think I'm lying!? This girl is worth more than anything in this world to me. If you complete this assignment, you'll literally drown in your riches." Valius grinned at the woman, knowing he had lost his composure. Worry of his current state of mind was no importance to him. Sorcha was his prized jewel. "Oh! I almost forgot to give you her location... The world of Earth is your destination. Kiel will lead you from here." Valius gave a nod to Kiel. The ruler of Concordia then shot a gaze at Reicha, his eyes glowing as he whispered an enchantment. "Your magic will not cause the parallel universe to banish you." Valius said before instantly vanishing.
Concordia: The Cavalry Arrives!... Late
Men plated in deep blue rode on horseback to their destination. The horses were of a variety of different colors, all plated in the same deep blue that the soldiers wore. The cavalry of men were nearing the village that was said to be the next of victimized villages. Before the small military force could arrive to their destination, one of the lieutenants signaled the rest of the army to stop. The general gave the lieutenant a questioning look, wondering why he had stopped the cavalry that only he should of had command over.
"My apologies General, but do you smell that?" The lieutenant asked with a weary look on his face. The general was a little upset at his subordinate, but took the time to take in the stench that filled the air. The general could only give a solemn look.
"Death..." the general whispered the answer. Despite his thoughts of the cavalry's late arrival, the general had to continue into the village that was now filled with corpses. "Let us move onward!!!" The general ordered. The whole group let out war cries to answer their commanding general. The horses now stampeded to the site, unfortunately it was worse than any of the men could have predicted. The village was abandoned of human life... only human life.
"Men! PREPARE YOURSELVES!" the general ad shouted the order with more fear than commandment.
Sean's eyes lit up when Corissa served him his favorite cuisine, Chu Chee Tofu. He dug in as soon as the plate touched the table. His first bite was his equivalent to taking a step in heaven. Sean never knew if it was the actual dish that he loved or Corissa's excellent cooking. He sometimes wondered who had graced her with such gifted hands. Sean never recalled anyone teaching her to cook.
"Do you know you're my favorite person right now? Not like you’re ever not, but... Thanks Corissa." Sean finally managed to say after taking a few pleasurable bites. "And I promised you that I everything would workout. We're gonna live in the Caribbean... And you can design the house si-" Sean's face suddenly went blank. At first an ominous feeling came over him, but then things were only starting to get strange.
It is your duty to protect you sister with your life!
When Sean finally came to, he put his hand to his forehead. The voice sounded hauntingly familiar, but he couldn't match it to a face. The strange feeling left him, but he was hesitant to finish eating. He didn't want to hurt his sister's feelings or have her worry about his well being, but he felt she would anyway.
"Sorry Corissa, but I think I need to lie down." Sean said with a frown as he rose from his seat. He felt dizzy now. What happened? Sean unsteadily walked into the living room before lying himself on one of the sofas.
Masaharu noticed the men that appeared out of nowhere. They just seemed to come from out of thin air, which amazed him. One thing he did see was that the men seemed not to go after him, which was his first thought but instead, they attacked Scythe. More and more came from nowhere and one of them said to run while he could. Not much longer, he felt someone grab his hand. The last thing he saw was Scythe attacking the men then his eyes were blinded by sun reflecting off the water. He put his hands up to shield his eyes from the sun and looked around confused.
"What just happened? Where are we?" Something caught his eye. It was a sign with big lettering, "Keep Maimi Beaches Clean." No wonder he was blinded. He went from a rainy, gloomy day to a bright, hot beach. The clothes he was wearing weren't exactly up to par with the weather. He took off his black dress shirt and felt immediate relief. He removed his sword and held it in his hand before wrapping it in his duster. He turned around and looked at the other two girls. "How did we manage to get here? I'm confused." He looked up at the sky and put his hands in his pocket, watching little whisps of clouds.
Reicha's eyes widened as he mentioned going to another dimension, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't do cross universal bounties!" Then the name of the bounty kicked in. Sorcha, heiress to the thrown. Maybe she COULD do this bounty after all. This guy wanted to give a lot of money for Sorcha. She wondered what the girl could offer in return? Well, they'd have time to talk, she wasn't supposed to kill the girl to complete the bounty. Easy enough, she supposed. As Valius made his enchantment, she felt a strange sensation come over her. She nodded when he said that her magic would not cause her to be ejected from the universe, "I hope you're telling the truth about the money." She muttered as Kiel nodded at the King.
"Right this way, Miss Bounty Hunter." Kiel said with a sly grin. She cringed a bit and followed him up to the mirror. He whispered the enchantment and then said her destination.
"So...uh....Anything I should know about the heiress?" She asked, "Or maybe anyone else hunting her?"
"Pleasant trip." He said with a smile, shoving her forward. The next thing she knew, she was hitting water, sinking quite abruptly, 'Oh, that figures.' She cursed in her mind, fighting her way above the surface and flopping onto the shore, heaving breath and spitting out the water. She could see a small house in the distance, but it was too far away to see anything else. She laid in the mud for a little while, trying to catch her breath.
Scythe stared at Sorcha for a moment. He stared at them all. No one would leave here alive. At least until the situation changed. When the Police drove up Scythe scoffed. They had guns. Horrid little devices. He hated them unless wearing a helmet, which he rarely did. He saw how everyone was grouped with omniscient sight. That was when Sorcha made her move. She was quick and with the new obstacles in the way Scythe couldn't get to her in time. She teleported away and Scythe just stared. "Tch It seems you've protected her for now. At what cost though?"
Scythe took out a Potion as the police moved closer drawing their guns. He infused Blood Rage into the potion and tossed it at the trio of police. As it hit the ground flames shot up. Not like a grenade, more a Molotov cocktail. This was only a distraction technique as the fire dissipated in mere seconds. Enough time for Scythe to close in. He jumped up and planted one foot on the chest of the first officer. The spikes on it ripped through the man like butter, as he swung the Scythe, beheading the second cop.
He jumped off behind the third officer for the final kill. He lunged his open hand into the cops' back. Instead of piercing through he just wrapped his fingers around the man's spine. With a bit of Blood Rage and a tug he ripped the skeletal system from the man. Once outside the spine snapped in the middle and some ribs broke off, but he held onto it. He raised his arm and Javelin threw the upper half of the Skeleton through the face of one of the soldiers.
He ran at the group of remaining soldiers and tossed Halikair once more. It killed a few as thee men came at Scythe and tried stabbing him. He didn't move. Instead two blades stuck in the side of his armor and the third unable to pierce it. Scythe grabbed two of them by their throats and ripped them both out. To the third he delivered a head but cracking open the man's skull as well as making his own head bleed. He just laughed as Halikair came around back to him. He caught it and continued his killing spree until just the teleporter and 4 others were left. He swung Halikair taking all 4 of the soldiers at once. That's when the teleporter teleported next to him and slashed at his back. Scythe brought Halikair around and blocked the blade. He raised up Halikair in a slash, ripping off the sword wielding arm of the teleporter.
Scythe whipped his leg behind him, the teleporter slamming into the ground. Scythe cut off his other arm, and stood one foot on his chest. He looked down at the man placing Halikair next to his throat. The man was couching up blood and he managed to let some words escape his lips. 'Why are you doing this Scythe?' Scythe laughed. "To punish them all. They want so called peace? Well that can only be achieved through utter decimation of everything."
The man struggled to speak. 'Your... S...Sick.....' Scythe just shook his head and picked up the teleporter. He carried him over to the nearest house. He slammed him up against it and removed one of the swords stuck in his armor. He stabbed it through the man and then did the same with the second sword. "I'm sure they'll send someone for you soon. Try to live until then. I would love for you to share my plans. Saves me the breath."
Scythe carved a Giant S into the wall next to the pinned solider and began walking off. He didn't know where Sorcha was, but he did know where one of her targets were. Taran. It seems like he was off to play Aliana's, no, Corissa's boyfriend again.She better not have screwed anything up while he was gone. He was long gone by he time Rechia showed up. He was already 1/4 the way to Corissa's home.
Thanks for the Memories Pub
Zack just stood there holding Krystal as she held him back. He was still blissfully unaware of her true intentions and what she was doing. He laughed. "That's more like it. Everyone knows I am hilarious." He kissed her gently and pulled away after a few seconds. "You seem tired. Would you like to go lay down?" Just then Zack felt something. It was distant and faint, however it was important. He didn't know why but it was important. That much was certain.
Before she had time to answer Jason turned away from them and threw up. He wasn't used to drinking to much. Especially with so much excitement. A few of the guys around started laughing. One yelled out, "No worries boy. Sometimes you just gotta Yuke it." Another man got a mop and bucket and gave it to Jason. That was the policy, you Yuke it, you clean it.
Being the top pupil he was allowed entrance to areas the others were not. This included the library. He browsed through some of the more advanced books, till one literally called to him. A large book black as the bottom of a well and with letters so red it had to be written in virgins blood. One glance at the first page and he was hooked. Tucking the book under his robes he smuggled it back to his room. Days went by and he poured over it, memorizing every spell, every little detail. He'd never read anything so fascinating, it filled him with a dark glee. For he knew what he had discovered was power, but one from the stygian pits beneath the ground. He'd always felt another side to his power, and this book helped him to bring it out. The title forever branded in his mind " NECROMANCY "
His changes did not go unnoticed. His teachers began asking how he was doing and if everything was alright. He always smiled politely and said he was great. He continued on, expanding his powers out. He came to understand the balance he had within himself and the exact nature of his abilities. But that all changed one fateful day. He'd been sitting in a tree cloud watching when he'd lost his balance and fell down, breaking his arm. Without a thought he leeched out the life force of the area, killing the grass, trees, and animals. His arm healing itself perfectly. He looked around him at the blackened and dead area. The priest lashed out at him, calling him a heretic and a demon. He was locked inside a dark dank cellar where he would sit till they decided his fate.
For days he sat there, staring at the tiny window that allowed a sliver of light to shine down. He shied away from it, pressing himself to the darkest corner. Afraid of the light. His only solice was a little bird that flew down and chirped as it sat atop his head. He found the creature delightful and enjoyed it's company. But it was old and one day it flew down and died. Nazar mourned the creature and wished it was still alive. Through sheer will he called upon his dark knowledge and breathed life into it. It flew around, it's feathers dissentigrated, a skeletal being. Soon the time came and the door was opened. But Nazar was not in the room. His body was, he breathed shallowly, covered in dirt and grime. But his eyes were those of a dead mans. Dark and soulless. Nazar stood up and moved into the light. The little skeletal bird on his should tweeting ominously. Before the priest could udder a single word. Nazar commanded the darkness to rise up, tendrils lashed out and tore them apart. Nazar made his way through the temple, he slaughtered all that he came upon. The darkness a bloodthirsty beast, devouring the priest and leaving nothing behind. But not all fell prey to the darkness. Nazar unleashed his power, sucking every last ounce of life out of them and leaving wizened corpse. Corpses that immediately rose up and followed after him.
Soon he stood before the door leading to the head priest room. He knocked it down. The strength and vitality of life stolen from others flowing through his veins and empowering him. He stepped into the room. The head priest sitting on is altar like a king on his throne. Nazar would enjoy knocking his off it.
" Hello, are you ready for the next step of life? " Nazars voice came out distorted like he was speaking with hellish flames of the abyss. The head priest remained in his place, calm and tranquil. His power making Nazar sit to his stomach.
" Is this really what you want. Do you crave death and the dark so much? " Nazar nodded
" Indeed I do. The very darkness you cast me into! " his shadow rose up and lashed out towards the head priest, lifting him up. The priest expression did not falter. His body glew brightly and dispelled Nazars darkness. Nazar covered his eyes. He screamed as a concussive beam of light smashed into him, sending him flying. He landed hard on his back, coughing up blood.
" You've strayed so far from the path of the light. I had such high hopes for you, but now you must perish. May you be reborn as a creature of light " Nazar was encased in a prison of light. The head priest began chanting a long and complicated spell and the light grew brighter as he chanted. Nazar groan and rolled himself onto his back. The so blinding, yet he could see so perfectly through it.
" Shall I die here, shall my soul part my body and be burned to ash....no, I will be embraced by death in my own means! " power welled up in Nazar, but not the chilling darkness, no this power was hot and bright. The cage surrounding him was destroying, by an even greater light.
The head priest gasped, stopping his incantation, to stare at Nazar in awe. It was as he thought. He who held such power over life, could also wield the rare and immense light magic. Could it possibly be, was Nazar the one of the great seers prophecy. A being who embodied balance. Wielding life and death in the palms of his hands, as well as two of the great elements. Light and darkness. He could either destory the world or create an entirely new one. Either was at his feet and narry a person to stop him.
Nazar approached the head priest, the light wrapped around his body, but was joined by the darkness. The head priest fell to his knees before this creator and destroyer, before being completely obliterated. Nazar exited the room, leaving the temple, followed by the zombified priest. He destroyed the building, and didnt look back.
Nazar woke suddenly. He scoffed at himself, it had been so long since he'd thought about his past. He looked up as someone entered the chamber, his second. The undead hippo, Uriel.
" Greetings master, what an encounter, the weak humans will make great use to us in there unlife " Nazar nodded in agreement.
" Indeed, soon we shall move out and I will conquer all. But first, how are the arrangements on getting to earth going? "
Uriel bowed his head " It goes surpisingly well. That coven of sorcerers you ensnared have just enough power to create a portal "
" Excellent, I will make use of it in do time. Now for the council of 12 " Just how to deal with them.
Sorcha looked at Masaharu quietly and considered answering his question with the truth or not. He was sure to be curious about who Scythe and those soldiers were, as was the girl. Speaking of the girl-- where was she? Searching for the beach and the sidewalk for her, Sorcha spots an unconscious form lying on the ground just a few feet away from them. “Look! The young woman is hurt, I think.” Hurrying over to the girl, Sorcha kneels next to her and checks to see if she was breathing. Sorcha felt air brush along her fingertips and felt a wave of relieve wash over her. “Oh, thank the Goddess Concordia! She is alive. Let's shift her body into a more comfortable position.”
Sorcha waited and watched as Masaharu propped the unconscious girl against a bench, while thinking of her brothers. How was she going to find them? Where could they be? She knew how large Earth was and already came to the conclusion this mission would be rather difficult, unless--- Unless, she could reach them telepathically! Even if their memories were wiped away, telepathy should be easily accessed but only if she attempted it first. Well, no use in waiting. She needed a sense of direction and a better plan, so far, it wasn't going at all well. Looking at Masaharu and the girl, she steps towards them, “Be safe, my friends. I will return shortly. I have something I must tend to. Farewell, for now.” After waving to Masaharu, Sorcha whispers softly and disappears from where she stands.
She teleported to a place of in-between, where she neither here nor there and sat cross-legged in the thin of air of nothingness. The area around her was a swirling mass of dark and light gray, almost a smokey color. With her eyes closed and hands resting on her knees, Sorcha makes the attempt to reach out to her brothers. She first whispers a soft prayer to the Goddess Concordia, asking for her assistance and then muttered the incantation that would open the channels to her three remaining brothers. She whispered their names, her voice carrying through the channels until she felt one, and only one, brother: Keegan. Not yet giving up on the other two, she searched and called out to them a couple more times but to no avail. Perhaps, they were too far away? Or de- No, they cannot be! She would not allow herself to think so negatively. Instead, she would focus most of her energies on Keegan and find his location.
Closing off the other two channels and lifting a hand, Sorcha presses two fingers against her forehead and whispers Keegan's name, twice, and then, “Hear me, Keegan” twice as well.
Earth: Sean's Estate
Corissa smiled and would have said something in return except Sean seemed to have disconnected from the world for a moment. A frown replaced it as she listened to him excuse himself from the table and moved into the living room. She was concerned, but shouldn't be; should she? Depends on what you're concerned about, Corissa, she chided herself mentally, standing from the table and retrieving their dishes to place them in the sink. She turns away from the sink and leans against the counter, thinking on what could possibly be bothering Sean. Had something happened to him today besides the usual every day life of a gang leader? Better yet, why should it even concern her? Grumbling, she pushes away from the counter and exits the kitchen to follow her 'brother' into the living room. She found him lying on one of the sofas and decided to fulfill another sisterly duty: comfort him.
“Sean, are you okay? Need a drink or something?” Moving to the sofa, she sits on the edge and reaches a hand out to touch his forehead lightly. “You don't feel warm, so it's not a fever. Is it a headache? If it is, I could work my magic by doing what I do best: massaging your temples.” Grinning, and without waiting for him to respond, she picks his head up and shifts around to where his head rested upon her lap. The change of positions brought her heart beat pounding hard against her chest. What a funny thing to feel-- was it nerves? Looking down at his handsome face, she brushes a lock of his black hair from his face, smoothing it back. The beating of her heart intensified. What in the world was wrong with her? Lately, she'd been experiencing this odd sensation and only when around Sean. Whatever it was, it had better go away. She couldn't be-- was forbidden to, feel anything remotely good towards any of the brothers and their sister. With a soft sigh, she pushes the thoughts away and goes on about the task of massaging his temples. “Feeling any better?”
Fear struck the soldiers as their eyes set upon their obstacle to survival. These... creatures that placed fear in their hearts were huger than any horse. Their wings were dark ominous cloaks of either black or brown. The grotesque faces of these creatures would give any sane man night terrors if he stared long enough. Pig-like nose, pointy ears, pitch black eyes, horns protruding from their skulls, and long razor sharp fangs accompanied with sharp teeth that were just as deadly. Own of these creatures would have been difficult to slay, but dozens of the beasts made the soldiers forget their courageousness in battle. These were the giant bat-like creatures that ravaged the Southern skies. The Dracules.
"Prepare yourselves?" A man of flames wielding a giant sword questioned before cackling. Several Dracules immediately turned to the direction of the soldiers. The high pitched screech of their call pierced into the ears of the soldiers, disorienting them. when the men came to, the creatures were already swooping away with men and their horses. Some soldiers were too afraid to leave their horses while airborne, while others tried to escape, which led to their deaths. The fire elemental continued his laughter as he watched the soldiers fight back. If the arrows managed to pierce the Dracules, they would only be stalled for a few seconds. "Hehehe I didn't think I would run into Demetrius's men out here. Then again, I am in the foreign lands of the north. I was looking forward to fighting the horde that seems to be disappearing every time I pinpoint their attack location." Pyrus, the Fire Elemental spoke as he stared at the one sided battle with a grin.
The General didn't know how to fight this unknown enemy, especially under these circumstances. He could only fight the fiends to the death. His death.
"Do not give up! We shall fight with some shred of honor in our name!" The General roared as his steed sped toward one of the Dracule. "We are the proud soldiers of Lo-" The man was pierced through the chest by a sword of fire that had been thrown from several yards away.
"Finally! I was getting sick of you." Pyrus said before the Dracule he was on grabbed the general with its talon-like feet and swooped off. "Let's pay my nephew a visit!"
Miami: Sean's Estate
Sean felt so light headed as he lied on the sofa. What happened? Who was talking to me? Those were the questions he kept internally asking himself. He thought that he had experienced the worst until he felt pain. The dizziness had been replaced with a headache, which caused him to shut his eyes tightly. Before he could grunt or groan though, his 'sister,' Corissa began to comfort him. He didn't enjoy feeling like he was a burden to his sister. He hadn't finished his meal, and now he had to be nursed from whatever he just experienced. He was going to protest her help, but the soothing massage on his temples stopped him from speaking. He finally opened his eyes to look up at his sister who had expelled his pain.
"Thanks sis. I swear I would be a mess if mom and dad hadn't decided to have a second child." Sean joked as he close his eyes, this time in contentment. "Now go eat, I'll be fine."
Scythe knew exactly where he was going. This wasn't the first time he's been there, hell he's been there dozens of times right under the nose of Pendus. He made a usual pit stop however instead of going straight there. About halfway there, he had a cave that was enchanted from quite a few previous times before. Outside of it was a waterfall, and it was surrounded by trees. Scythe's very own little Oasis. It was cloaked to all but his eyes, seeming to be an empty lot that no one dared near to everyone else. He used this to store Halikair and and Adurante. He also used it to meditate and pray to his God. Halikair the God of Death himself. The very being thought responsible of giving Scythe the weapon named after himself.
Scythe took off Adurante once inside the cave. His arms and legs were covered in dried blood due to his magic. So he did what he normally did, Drink a potion. Instead of putting on normal clothes he went outside and washed the blood off him in the waterfall. Once that was complete he went back inside. He always stored earthly things in here. He needed some place too after all. He couldn't walk around how he did on Concordia on Earth. Scythe may have been insane, but he was no moron.
On the ground of the middle of the cave was some kind of symbol carved into rock. It looked as if it were for some Satanic ritual. Scythe sat in the middle and began meditating. He prayed to Halikair and then got up. He put on normal clothes, strapped a knife to each leg, grabbed a few potions and fixed his hair to look more "normal". After he was done he took off, back towards his destination. He wasn't alone for long though. Soon enough he was joined by a companion that had traveled this road with Scythe before. No perhaps companion is the wrong word. More like his boss or ruler then anything.
He appeared next to him. He was adorned in a black cloak,hovered above the ground, and carried a Scythe much similar to Scythe's. He was also only visible to Scythe and Scythe alone. "I am proud of you boy. Your killing abilities are a masterful display I find enjoyment in watching." Said the God. Scythe stopped cold, turned and bowed. "My Lord. I am glad that you are pleased with my efforts. The worlds will burn, and your power will be infinite. I assure you I will do this or die trying."
The God of Death placed his cold hand on Scythe's shoulder. Nothing but darkness and the chill of death came from the touch. "You are doing a fine job. However as you know the other Gods and Goddesses' are growing impatient with the league. I prefer the Chaos and Death it brings, however you must watch yourself. They may try and get to me through you. Just remember your loyalty and do not let them influence you. You are a killer. You are my warrior. Do what I have sent you to do. The path you choose to take is your choice. I have created you the way you are for this purpose." Halikair gripped Scythe's shoulder and squeezed, strengthening Scythe's Magic a bit, but by doing so making it all the more dangerous to use. Scythe let out a small scream and fell to his knees. He felt the dark energy rush into him, and he even coughed up a little blood.
"Thank you my Lord. I will use these gifts you have bestowed upon me and carry out your judgment upon the worlds. None will be spared." Halikair disappeared and Scythe stood up, wiping the residual blood from his lip. He didn't falter in his next steps. He just got up and went on. It wouldn't be long at all until he made it to Corrisa and Sean's home. Without Adurante and Halikair weighing him down the trip would take him no more then ten minutes. So with a sprint he took off, likely to arrive there any minute now.
James removed the cake pan from the oven, setting it diligently on the stove top before removing the oven mitt on his hand, "I hope she likes it. What's a birthday without a cake, right?" He asked himself, thinking of his chief editor, Erica Mays and her daughter, Elizabeth. Erica was a beautiful young woman, in his honest opinion, and little Lizzy was like a daughter to him. Suddenly, a pain like none he had ever felt encompasses his head. He stumbled back and put his hand on the cake pan, burning it, but he barely noticed. Someone was talking to him. Or, at least he thought she was. She spoke of someone named Keegan. Who was this person? Now aware of this throbbing right hand, he began to run it under cold water, dousing the flaming nerves. He put a hang to his head and shook it, as though trying to clear it, "Uh.....hello? Is someone here?" He asked, peering into the living room. But this voice....it seemed...familiar, to him. Why? He shook his head again and chalked it up to focusing too hard on his work, "Great. I must be going crazy."
Earth: The Lake
Reicha took a long breath, opening her eyes. How long had she been here, laying in the mud? She pushed herself to her feet and began walking toward the only structure for that remotely stood out. And it only stood out because it had the stench of death and of blood permeating into it's very soil. She came upon a soldier, as she drew close; the man was pinned to the wall by blades of Concordian make. This intrigued her, but what made her more curious was that the man was still partially alive, "Can you speak, ser?" She asked, regarding the S carved into the wall. 'Nobody told me I was competing with one of the twelve, especially not that crazy psycho, Scythe.'
"Excuse me sir. May I get you two anything?" A man with a tray appeared beside them. Masaharu nodded, "Your biggest glasses of water with ice." The man nodded and returned several minutes later, placing the glasses on the table. He tucked the tray under his arm and walked away to the next gazebo. The girl just seemed exhausted from the events that had happened and who wouldn't? Everything was normal until a few hours ago. Taking a drink, Masaharu sat back in the chair and let his body relax. 'I wonder why that man was after her and why?' His mind raced but for now, he tried to keep it in the back of his mind. He shrugged his shoulders and placed his hands behind his head, staring out over the water waiting for the other girl to return. "Man."
Sorcha was overjoyed when she heard Keegan's voice, although, he did not seem to know who she was exactly. She knew why: the League had replaced his memories with ones of Earth; giving the illusion the three brothers had lived on Earth their entire lives and unaware of one another. It was Sorcha's mission to make them remember, to remind them of their childhood, parents, and the world they had loved and adored.
She could feel the Goddess Concordia's power flowing through her mind, strengthening the channel that remained open between herself and Keegan. Sorcha wanted, needed to find her brother's location but needed guidance in order to do so. The Goddess was happily obliging, lending whatever assistance she could. The princess soon found herself 'flying' through the hills of an unknown land, where the grass was green and trees were neatly trimmed in some places, while growing wild in other parts. She passed by small cottages and large castles, the architecture quite different than the homes in Concordia, but all beautiful. The landscape was beautiful as well and Sorcha felt the need to visit such a place so strong and for a moment, forgot about Keegan. The Goddess pulled her back to reality and to the purpose at hand. Sorcha felt confused and frustrated, wondering how she was to find the name of this place.
"Goddess, what am I to do? Where do I find the name?" Once the words were whispered, Sorcha felt another presence; one of the divine nature and then a melodic, very feminine voice as it spoke to her.
"My lovely, Princess Sorcha, what you are seeing is an island Earth-people have named Ireland. It is derived from a mythical leader; a woman by the name of Eriu. Your brother, Keegan, can be found somewhere on this island. As for the name, I cannot tell you, but know this-- Keegan is now known as James McTavin; a useful tool to aid in your search. Stay safe, Princess and beware of Scythe and the others.” Sorcha felt a light touch on her cheek before the presence of Concordia faded away, leaving her alone once again in the nothingness of in-between. Now, that she had answers, she could return to the two Earthlings and begin her journey to this Ireland.
She blinked back to the spot where Masaharu and Saige were, but she soon realized they were nowhere to be found. Where had they gone? Turning in slow circles, she looked for them, and noticed the odd looks thrown her way by the people walking by. Some, a group of teenage boys around the age of sixteen or seventeen, had stopped just a foot away from Sorcha in a daze. One of the boys shook his head, clearing the dazed look as a grin soon replaced it. “Hey, cutie, that’s a neat trick you played. Wanna show us how?”
The boy led his little group over, all four grinning from ear to ear. Sorcha felt a little annoyed by their presence. She stood with both arms down at her sides, her eyes never leaving the group as they closed in, then stopped just a few inches away. “I do apologize, young man, but I cannot stay and humor you. I am on a quest.” Having spotted the two Earthlings, Sorcha took a step in their direction but had stopped when a hand closed itself around her upper arm. A little more than irritated now, she turns around and looks at the lead-boy. “Do let go of me, sir, or you will regret committing such an act.”
He could only laugh, the others joining in. Narrowing her eyes, she mutters softly, “Okay, then. Do not listen to reason, idiot boy.” Without closing her eyes, Sorcha stared straight into the boy’s eyes and soon a look of terror crossed his arrogant face. His hand freed Sorcha’s arm before he took off running down the beach, screaming like a little four-year old girl. His friends were shocked and looked at Sorcha after watching the boy runaway. What they didn’t know was Sorcha had created an illusion in the boy’s mind, having discovered the boy’s worst night mare—where he walked into a classroom he shared with the girl of his dreams, and he was naked, save his rubber-ducky underwear.
Grinning and feeling a drained from the great amount of power she’d used in just the last hour or so, Sorcha waves to the remaining boys before making her way over to where Masaharu sat with the still unconscious girl. “I apologize for leaving so suddenly, but I had to take care of an important matter. Now, come with me. We are going to Ireland, wherever it is. You will show me the way.”
Earth: Sean’s Estate
Corissa smiled down at her brother-- who wasn’t her brother, but had to be because Scythe demanded it—and slides one hand to rest on his shoulder, while the other rested upon the armchair. “I am full. Besides, I’ve already washed the dishes, so the food is no longer there. Now, tell me what has made you so ill all of a sudden. I know it couldn’t have been the Chu Chee Tofu.” Chuckling, she leans into the couch, closing her eyes which snapped back open when her stomach clenched.
Sitting up and standing, she nearly knocks Sean to the floor while making a mad dash upstairs and to her bedroom, muttering about forgetting something to Sean. Closing her door behind her, Corissa locks it and runs to one of the large windows to peer outside and down the street. He was here. Scythe was on Earth and headed her way. Why; and without warning? Something big must’ve happened. Wringing her hands, she ponders on whether or not she should change. Scythe was her pretend boyfriend, just a charade to fool Sean into thinking that way. Well, Scythe usually liked his slave to dress nice for him and he’d know she’d sense him close. Deciding to do just that, she rushes about the room, preparing herself for Scythe’s visit.
Uriel and the other zombies in the cave had to scramble about to avoid the illumination. Finally it subsided, Nazars body laying utterly motionless on the ground as the boy's stood strong and erect.
" Uriel, keep my body safe " Nazars cold voice came out of the boys mouth. He flexed his new hands, slowly gaining greater mobility from them. Uriel strided over to his masters shell and gobbled it up carefully, storing it inside his body for safekeeping.
Nazar stepped to the edge of the blood pool " Keep the castle defended, those fools, should they try anything in my absence, the voodoo children and my other curses shall keep them away " with one last glance, Nazar stepped into the pool and vanished beneath the pool, and down to earth
Pendus felt that he had everything set. Sorcha was being hunted down, and the celebration had continued. There were petty matters to deal with across Concordia, but he knew his League members spread out across the world could take care of them. His thoughts of his League of Twelve members brought up the thought of a member who stayed at the castle. This man that Valius was never fond of. He didn't no who was more difficult to deal with between this man and Scythe. Valius's eyebrows furrowed with just the thought of the member who known for his inactivity. Wait, was he even known? The steps of Valius were heard loudly through the empty corridor. A single door was located at the end.
“Shien!” Valius yelled before he had kicked the door open. As he had expected, Shien was doing absolutely nothing. Valius flustered in anger. He couldn't comprehend how someone could be so lazy. “Get up you lazy bastard! You do nothing all day! The only reason you're in the league is...” Valius was steaming with anger, and didn't want to think about that awful situation. “I entered you in the sparring tournament for the festival. I know you don't have anything better to do, so you better be out there. You're in the last match of the first round. Any questions?” Valius said even though he was so tempted to leave the room.
Mount Arka Fortress: Eruption During a Blizzard
Demetrius was calmly looking at the view from off Mount Arka. He hadn't gotten word from the cavalry he sent to halt the march of whatever was attacking villages. He let out a low grumble as he thought of his men failing to do what he ordered. He wouldn't fret though. Demtrius could always send another battalion of men to go check out what happened. The peak of the mountain remained silent, except for the cold wind that blew against his body. He was just about ready to depart from the mountain until he heard a dripping sound from behind him. He turned around quickly, only to see the horrifying face of a dracule. It let out a loud high pitched shriek, letting its breathe of disgust overwhelmed Demetrius's nostrils.
“Hello buddy ol' pal!” Pyrus greeted as he looked down off his mount with a grin. Demetrius's eyes narrowed before he unsheathed his sword. “Ooh! Don't be so rash! I have some valuable inf-” The fire elemental paused as Demetrius's blade stabbed through his creature's face. Pyrus's grin faded before he dismounted the creature that was slowly becoming an ice sculpture. “What the hell was that fo-”
“You don't belong here.” Demetrius growled before withdrawing his blade. “I don't need your aid. I've already sent men out.” Pyrus's grin returned before he began to cackle before his polar opposite.
“You mean the cavalry my dracules slaughtered with ease!” Pyrus said before noticing Demetrius's quick movement. He had moved so fast, that his white cloak fluttered with the wind. “Ha!” Pyrus blocked the swung his sword upward in order to deflect the stab that Demetrius attempted. Pyrus's free hand grabbed Demetrius by the throat before tossing him across the top of the mountain. Pyrus shook his free hand rapidly as the flames on it seemed to die down. “Damn... You're cold!” Pyrus commented as he moved in for the kill. Demetrius grunted before sheathing his sword and standing back up just in time to raise both his hands toward the man of fire.
“Die like the flame you are!” Demetrius as Pyrus continued to run. He thought that he had this in the bag. That the League of Twelve would soon be the League of Eleven. That's what he thought until his movements began to slow and for the first time in his life, the air around him was overwhelmingly cold. The flames of his body diminishing as he neared his target. He quickly threw his sword in retort to Demetrius's defensive attack. The sword flipped through the air before managed to maneuver to his right and catch the sword by its hilt with his left hand. With his right Demetrius unsheathed his own sword. The two weapons weren't equal in size nor shape, but Demetrius could settle with the two.
The cold visage stopped as Demetrius held the sword, allowing Pyrus to regain his form. He was angry now. Flames erupted from his body, which caused a severe change in temperature on the summit of the mountain.
“My flames shall never die! Do you hear me bitch!” Pyrus roared as he charged toward Demetrius. Pyrus's body was appearing more unstable as he neared his adversary.
“We'll see... Valius doesn't need all twelve of us.” Demetrius said as he managed a style of holding the blades before moving forward as well.
“Agreed!” Pyrus yelled. His body seems to be weighted down by the swords. I can kill him now! Pyrus took advantage of his weighted down opponent and charged even faster. Unfortunately, Demetrius used Pyrus's sword to vault himself toward Pyrus with an unexpected flying kick. Pyrus's face twisted from the blow before hitting the ground. Demetrius then readied himself to stab Pyrus in the chest. The elemental had nothing else he could do. He would die right here.
“STOP!” A booming voice demanded. Demetrius stopped his movements immediately upon recognizing the voice.
“Ortheniel?” Demetrius responded as he searched around, while his sword was still ready to stab Pyrus. The God of Wisdom was nowhere to be found. Not until he suddenly appeared beside Demetrius, his hand holding down his blade. Ortheniel wore silver plating over dark blue robes. His hair was long and gray, as well as his beard. His eyes were the same color as his plating. Demetrius was clueless for a moment until he looked down at Pyrus. “Why... He's scum.”
“Nice words to use in front of you god” Pyrus joked before the sky darkened over the mountain. Before Ortheniel could answer, Imfamel appeared at Demetrius's other side. The God of Chaos wore the heaviest of armor, which was blood red in color. His face could not be seen, because of the viking-like helmet he wore. His eyes were red with a faint glow. He towered over any man. Demetrius's eyes widened as he stared up at the god. This was not a god he was too familiar with. “Imfamel! What brings you here?” Pyrus asked as he sat himself up.
“We are your gods! There is no need for questions. Know your place! You do as you're asked, and we do what we will.” Imfamel said harshly to the two. Ortheniel remained silent, he didn't have time to disagree with his brother.
“We have come to stop your meaningless conflict. Though, you may still do as you wish after heeding our word.” Imfamel scoffed at Ortheniel's calm words. Demetrius lowered his sword. “Good. You both have a common enemy you must face together. You two seem to be the only of the League of Twelve to be addressing the problem. We had to prevent your deaths.” Ortheniel said.
“This man is powerful, and he does not seek chaos or order. Just stop him. Kill him so you may continue to empower me. I shall keep your king's reign long if you do so.” Imfamel bargained before turning away from the three. Ortheniel then nodded toward Demetrius before turning off toward his own direction. The two gods faded.
Demetrius sheathed his sword and gave Pyrus a cold look, while Pyrus grinned at Demetrius.
“Your heard them.”
Miami: Sean's Estate
Sean was ready to attempt to explain the weird feeling he'd experienced to his sister after the nice massage.
“Well it fel-” Corissa seemed to have jumped up without warning and ran upstairs. Sean was lucky enough to catch himself by planting his forearm to the floor while keeping his lower body on the sofa. “Damn it Corissa!” Sean yelled before pushing himself back up on the sofa. He was feeling better enough to actually sit himself up now. “Hmm... I guess the Chu Chee got to her stomach.” Sean commented before standing up from the sofa. He was still a little disoriented, but he wouldn't let that beat him. Good luck in the bathroom sis. Sean entered the kitchen with that thought and headed toward the refrigerator.
Sean was in the mood for a little bit of alcohol. He didn't want to get too inebriated so he grabbed a bottle of Raspberry Smirnoff Ice. Sean doubted that it would do anything to him, but he thought it would let him keep his mind off of what happened at the table. He twisted open the cap with his white dress shirt. After unscrewing the top, he gulped some of the drink down. He took a seat back on the sofa watching the rainfall through a window. Sean then seemed to put all his focus on the window. In moments, the rain stopped and sunlight beamed through the window. Sean broke his focus and smirked at his success.
Saige had been so overwhelmed with the events that were unfolding before her, that her mind did the only thing it could to stop her from going completely insane - it just shut down.
She had passed out when the girl and the man had somehow teleported to a Miami beach from her back yard. Her mind just couldn't comprehend the information that it had just witnessed, and she just dropped from what was a brain overload. It was not too terribly long until she regained consciousness, and that just happened to be when she found herself sitting in a gazebo, next to the man who had been with her when this whole ordeal started. But the girl was gone.
Groggy, and quite disoriented, Saige rubbed her eyes for a moment, a groan escaping her lips. Her head throbbed slightly, and her eyes were a bit blurry, but once she rubbed them, her vision cleared, and she was able to fully take in her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the tall glass of ice water on the table ahead of her; it was at that moment that she realized just how thirsty she was.
Not paying the man next to her any mind, for not at least, she grabbed the drink, drinking about half of it straight away. That, of course, wasn't the best idea, and she began coughing slightly. She was able to regain her composure for a minute, before she folded her legs up and rested her arms on them, burying her head there.
She remained like that for quite some time, before she picked her head up once more, and looked straight at Masaharu.
"Okay" she began, her voice a bit scratchy. "I don't know what the hell is going on here. Who are you? What just happened? How the hell did I get here? Where did that girl disappear to? What..." Her head throbbed a bit more, and she groaned once again, holding her head in irritation more than pain. She could feel the want to cry digging its way into her brain - she was just so overloaded. It was mind numbing, if anything...
Krystal kissed Zack as he kissed her but found herself touched at how sweet and attentive he was. Most guys wouldn’t have noticed how she had slowly begun to seem tired. He was different, special. Maybe it things were different Krystal could have found herself really loving him. As it was though, she couldn’t afford to get too close to him. Somewhere down the line he might become more of a liability than he was worth. Krystal hoped that day wouldn’t come but knowing her father, there was always a chance.
As he asked the question though she spotted a strange expression on his face. It was as if he was trying to figure something out, something important but something that Krystal wasn’t aware of. This instantly peaked her interest. It was things like this that she was put here to look for.
Also before she could answer or question him she heard the disgusting sound of someone vomiting and both her own and her fiancé’s heads turned to see that it was Jason loosing the contents of his stomach. It was a disturbing sight but Krystal made no move to clean it up. They vomit, they clean it up.
“Eww...” Krystal said as she looked away as Jason was forced to take hold of the mop and bucket. She turned back to Zack as she kissed his cheek. “Are you alright? I thought I saw... I don’t know, you just had a weird expression on your face the moment before Jason showed everyone what he’d eaten in the last twelve hours”
Masaharu's attention was interrupted as the girl next to him started coughing. "Hey, slow down. Take it easy." She began to ask questions erradically and he turned to face her. "Look, I'm about as confused about this as you are. Trust me. First of all, my name is Masaharu. Second, I'm not sure how we got here. The last thing I remember seeing before Miami was a slaughter. Some weird guy came from out of nowhere and started killing soldiers that came from nowhere. I'm not sure what's going on either." He picked up the other glass and took a drink. "Either way, I think that we're in danger. That man must be after the girl who you pulled from the pond. Why? I'm not sure but I'm going to find out."
Placing the glass down, he saw Sorcha demanding to be taken to Ireland. In a millisecond, a shocked look overtook his face. "Whoa, whoa! Ireland? Look, after that ordeal back there at the pond I think we all need a little bit of rest. Besides, getting to Ireland isn't as easy as it seems. You just can't book a flight and expect to get there. If you want to hop a flight across the ocean, you need a passport and they don't hand those like candy."
Masaharu took a breath, "Sorry for the rant. I'm willing to help you but first we need to make sure that we're safe then we can get a passport. I'll see what I can do about getting one lined up for you as well as some plane tickets." He looked around and spotted the closest resort. "How about we check in to a hotel for the rest of the day? I don't know about you two, but I'm beat." He sat back down and took a drink of water. "I'll pay for the rooms. The passport and tickets will come later."
Jason begrudgingly took the mop and began to clean up the floor. His eyes were sunken in, his face a bit pale, some may say he almost looked like Death warmed over. He mopped everything up after a bit and completed it by putting up a wet floor sign. He put away the mop and bucket and went and sat down again. Not only was his life in shambles at the moment, but he got the hell scared outta him, he threw up, and the most frightening part was he kinda enjoyed this place.
Zack began laughing as Jason threw up. He didn't know why he thought it was funny, he just did. Zack smiled as Krystal kissed him on the cheek. "I will be alright. I just feel... I'm not really sure how to explain it. Just like... There's something that is important to me, will come soon. I don't have anything or anyone important who isn't here already though. I'm sure it's just an unexplained feeling, like deja vu."
Miami: Sean's Estate
Scythe made his way to Sean's estate. He hated the trek but it was easy without his armor.That was at least until the rain started. Scythe hated the rain and he was caught in it for the brief moments it was there. That was Magic that Taran had control of, and the one the league couldn't block from him. Each brother had one. Scythe really hated Taran's now.
He walked up to the door and waited for a moment. After a minute he shook his head. "You'd think Corissa would be here knowing I was on my way. I'm sure she can sense my presence by now." He raised his arm and rang the bell. In truth he was ready to just break down the door and let himself in, but that was Scythe's reaction. Not Will's. Right now Mild Mannered Will was who he was and needed to be.
Shien was just doing his normal thing. He was lounging back and resting on his bed. His sword leaned up against the wall, his gun was in a holster built into the side of his dresser. Shien was definitely the most lazy of the league. He was also the most calm minded, merciful, and least violent of the group as well. Unless provoked severely that was. He could be pretty violent when provoked.
When Valius kicked open the door Shien only flinched a bit. After he saw who it was, he just layed there. If Valius was there it wasn't a good thing. The only time he visited was when he had work for Shien to do. After listening to the rant Shien just sat up. So he was entered in this tournament. Oh great.
"Oh you can't be serious. You know I don't fight unnecessary battles. I am quite content with just laying about rather then serving as a distraction for your inability to hold a girl and her pet prisoner. I've heard people like watching me fight, but I'm really not into it. Find someone else." He layed back down folding his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. Valius would be pissed no doubt, however what else was new? Valius was always angry with him.
Inside the castle was a pitch black room, filled with silence. Practically nothing could be seen, but one candle placed on the center. Its flame wasn't the usual warm colors, instead it was blue, with no explanation whatsoever. It stood still like ice, yet it was causing the wax below it to melt.
Behind the candle was a girl of unique appearance, illuminated in diamonds.She sat on the ground with her legs crossed and her eyes closed, as if she was meditating. Her concentration was %110, and her mind was cleared of any obstacles. What was her motive?
((sorry for the short intro. This was all I could think of))
When he got no response to his calling out, James sighed and sat back down, nursing his burned hand, "I must be going crazy." He said, looking back toward the cake pan. Where had that all come from? And why did the name Keegan seem familiar to him? And the voice...he felt like he knew it. He shook the thoughts away and resigned to meet a shrink whenever he remembered to make an appointment. Going back to applying decorations to the pastry, although with a bit more diligence lest he be plagued by voices again. Though he just couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go down, and it was going to be crazier than anything he could make up in his stories. And it was going to impact his life. Of that, there was little doubt.
Reicha had listened to the man breath out his slayers plan with a face like stone. Now the man's cheek was adorned with a bite mark that glistened with an orange ooze. His rest came quickly and painlessly. It was the least that she could give him. Now, she stood in the road, a small runestone compass in her hand. She whispered an enchantment and watched the thin thread of magic that formed the compass needle spin, pointing in the direction of her would-be prey. She contemplated her alternatives. She could capture the girl and turn her in for the hefty price. But what would that mean for Concordia? She had no real idea, and as little as she cared, she had made interesting allies in Concordia. She could abort this goose chase, but where would she go? The league would fine her if she were to return to the... she paused for a moment. When she captured Sorcha, how was she supposed to get back to Concordia? Her free hand immediately slammed into her forehead, making an audible slapping sound. Why the hell had she not thought of this before hand? She could very well be stranded here. It wouldn't be so bad, necessarily, but her entire existence would be forfeit. She knew little of Earth. How could she truly survive here? She sighed. Best to just find Sorcha and figure it all out later. Somebody would probably find her at that point, she supposed. She began to walk alongside the road, the needle facing true and her footfalls were steady and confident.
Sorcha stared quietly at Masaharu as he spoke, feeling slightly confused and a little-- wary of her mission all the sudden. Passport? Book a flight? Plane tickets? What were these things this man spoke of? She would have to find out and, hopefully, the two will believe her story and not think her daft. Staying at a-- what did he call it? Hotel? Was not a bad idea; though, it meant a delay in her mission. It will give her time aplenty to explain and ask for their assistance-- that's if they believe her, of course. Sorcha then noticed the young woman was wide awake and rather distressed by the recent events. Another good reason to stay at this hotel the man spoke of. Stepping towards the girl, Sorcha places a hand on her shoulder and squeezes gently, and very subtly, uses a small bit of energy to calm her and spoke in that gentle voice of hers. “Everything is going to be alright, M'Lady, I promise you.” The small bit of energy used only made the Princess feel even more drained. She would need food and rest to replenish the loss.
Sorcha smiled softly, then turned to the man, answering with a slight reluctance. “Take us to this hotel of yours and I will explain everything. The girl needs nourishment first and I am quite positive you do as well. I would not mind something to eat myself.” Gently pulling the girl to her feet, Sorcha loops an arm through hers. “Lead on, M'Lord.”
Earth: Sean's Estate
Oh, God. I think I am going to be sick, thought Corissa as she spotted Scythe walking up the drive and towards the house. She had not seen her master in quite a long time and she wondered what exactly brought him to Earth. Guess she was going to find out. Turning and running from the room, she hops down the stairs, two steps at a time and moves to the door just as Scythe knocked. “I'll get it!” She yelled to Sean, letting him know before giving her brother the chance to stand and get it himself. The two did not get along and she wished Scythe had sent a warning; like he ever did.
Smirking, she unlocks the door and opens it to jump right into his arms, planting a big pretend kiss on his lips. “Will! You're back from your business trip! I've missed you so much, baby.” Giving him another pretend kiss, she gives a pretend hug. “How was it? Is everything okay?” She stepped away from him to close the door behind her, then started dragging him away from it and around the house, giving them privacy.
Valius looked at Shien with pure hatred of the man's persona. He wasn't going to tolerate this, but he had to get Shien moving. Gold, women, and fame meant nothing to Shien, so what would get him to leave his paradise. He sighed deeply before speaking.
"Shien... If you win, I promise to give you a comfier bed... and more servants... and I'll never bother you again... Unless there's an attack on the castle, because you'll have to fight." Valius hated pleading, but Shien was too uncaring to shout at. Perhaps this approach would get him to do something. If not, then he would have to find a last minute entry.
Sean's Ginormous Estate!
Sean had drank about half his bottle of Smirnoff Ice before hearing a knock on the door. No one had called to say they were showing up, so he immediately reached for his gun stowed away in a hidden compartment underneath the sofa. Before he can get up however, Corissa was already racing down the steps and to the front door. Sean raised a brow and exhaled at the situation. The only person she ever had come over uninvited was her boyfriend Will. He never liked the guy, mainly because he seemed like he was forcing himself to act nice. Sean suspected that he was just one of those guys that acted nice just to get into a girls pants as fast as he could. He looked over Corissa's shoulder from the couch and looked directly at Will with cold eyes. He would have had a price on his head if he hadn't made Corissa as happy as he made her. All he had to do was fuck up once, that's all Sean was waiting on.
"Guess it's just you and me." Sean said to the bottle before drinking some more.
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Age: Is said to be as old as Concordia
Alliance: League of 12, city of the dead
Personality: Sparta shows his years in his calm and composed figure. It takes a cataclysmic event to even remotely faze him anymore. While he for the most part he views the living as a simple food source, he bares no malice towards humans. He loves combat, testing the fighters of today to see there skill level and sometimes impart a lesson onto them. He is known to have a capricious nature, this is probably the key reason he joined the league of 12. From time to time, he will display an overly violent and sadistic persona. This ties in with the inherent nature of the vampire.
Occupation/skills: Sparta is the Vampire King, he rules over the west where the Necropolis, city of the dead, is located. The oldest and most powerful vampire, he has over millennia’s worth of combat experience. He is skilled in nearly every weapon that exists, preferring close combat. His preferred weapons are a chain blade and his bare fist.
Sparta possess basic abilities that all vampires do but on a more advanced scale. Enhanced physical capabilities: strength, speed, durability, reflexes, agility, senses. Due to his age he requires much less blood then the average vampire needs to function. He is able to walk in the sun indefinitely and is resilient to other vampire weaknesses, to an extent.
Cloud/propagation magic: This particular brand of magic was created by Sparta centuries ago while he was cloud watching. He noticed how the clouds would get bigger and multiply and wondered if he could duplicate that effect. Sparta’s cloud magic allows him to propagate objects. This is a key point in his battle strategy as he is able to entend the reach and size of his weapons, particularly his chain-based ones, elongating them to great lengths. He uses his own power to fuel the magic, but in some cases can take in anothers magic to increase the cloud magic.
4.Race: Half Ghoul, Half Goblin
6.Alliance: The League of Twelve
7.Personality: Just like Vann, Sindus is more of a soloist in the league. He keeps to himself, but not for reasons other than keeping secrets. Sindus comes across as very conniving and even deceiving. The pure malice from his heart seems to radiate from him, causing others to wear down as well. He has no sympathy for others and seems to to be happy when causing misery and pain. He may not be the strongest League member, but he is definitely one of the most sinister.
Occupation/skills: Sindus had been in given the duty of wiping and altering the memories of the the three living princes of Concordia. Sindus has the ability manipulate the memories of others. With this power, he can bring up past feelings and even make memorable things appear in physical states. His magic messes with the person's senses and almost makes them experience a memory as if it were real. Unlike a normal illusion, Sindus can bring about details such as touch, smell, and taste.
Sindus' malice is so powerful, that it manages to wear others in his general area. He can cause vegetation to die unconsciously and make masses of people fatigued and unwilling. He uses a pair of metal gauntlets as his weapons.
Race: Witch/Spirit/demon tainted
Personality: Willow is a shy boy who studders a lot. He is good at heart and believes in being good and Moral. Hecate after over six century's of existing and seeing the world has shed her noble visage and taken up a more....questionable one, seeming the exact opposite of her host. Hecate has thrown morals completely out the window and her behavior can be classified as more, provacative and scandalous. She has no problems with flaunting her sex appeal, though she does show some small amount of restraint for the male body she resides in her. She's confidant though not cocky, still possessing a great degree of poise.
Occupation/skills: As a member of one of Concordias oldest witch covens Willow is highly skilled in the magical arts. This is a fact grudgingly admitted by the witches council.
Sealing magic: Birthright of all of this particular witch clan. The magic of sealing is sacred. Willow can seal spirits into objects or forms of energy. He can also unseal anything he had sealed before. At the higest degree this magic can be used to seal dimensional gateways.
Demon magic: Willow can summon demonic and monstrous beings, in some cases he can coax them into assisting them, but for the most part he must establish contracts. This is done by offering a portion of his soul to them. Different monsters ask for different portions, weaker ones would be happy with a finger, but the more stronger ones deman entire limbs, if not his whole body. Up to date he's established permanent contracts with three monsters. The Hydra, Cerberus, and Chimaera
Hecate employs her own brand of magic
Power magic: this magic allows Hecate to augment her physical abilities, strength,speed, and endurance,
Shot magic:this is a projectile launching magic. Hecate can fire off rapid beams of magical energy in various shapes, arrows, bullets, etc.
Age:345(looks 25 as Drow do)
Race: Drow-Dark elf
Alliance: The drow, Nazar
Personality:By nature the Drow are sadistic, arrogant, cruel, destructive, hedonistic, and treacherous. Their eternal game of advancement at the expense of others, which is encouraged by the spider goddess herself, has transformed the dark elves into a race of scheming backstabbers eager to increase their own stations by pulling down those ahead of them and crushing their inferiors underfoot. Drow trust no one and nothing, and most are incapable of compassion, kindness, or love (or at the very least, because of the aforementioned rampant distrust, incapable of bringing themselves to express such emotions). In a drow’s mindset, there is little room for friendship, for while they may secretly value other family members or acquaintances, their overly suspicious (paranoid, by some standards) natures taint any strong relations they may otherwise form. Many dark elves go so far as to be actively murderous and delight in the giving of pain.\
Xune meets these standards to a T. She holds trust in no one but herself. She is paranoid to all around her, especially her family who she knows actively plot against her. Sadistic and murder hungry, not a day goes by that someone doesnt fall by her hands.
Occupation/Skills: Xune is the Matron mother for the first house of mother. She obtained this rank after she killed her mother. She is a high cleric for the spider demon known as Loth, who the Drow praise as a deity.She holds the common powers of the Drow, the orb of darkness used for shrouding enemies in an impenetrable darkness, and faerie fire that can mark enemies, making them easier to target, and resistance to magic.
Xune posses a certain type of magic that is never seen amongst the Drow. It's called " Biomancy. Xune can control the physical body. She can use her magical powers to increase her strength, speed, make her skin hard as steel, control her bones, or other organs. It is because of this power that she is held under much scrutiny as being a halfling. Surely such a magic has no place amongst the Drow.
Weapon: Whip of Loth. A multi armed whip that Xune wields with deadly acuracy. It contains poisonous barbs.
Alliance: League of 12
Skills/Occupation: The Mad Scientist/Interrogator for the League.
- He has little skills with Melee fighting, and carries a crossbow just for mild protection. His body physically is usually weak, but that's because his magic is very strong.
- Reincarnation. This isn't used the way one would think. It isn't used on himself, but rather used on others. Like Necromancy, he can bring the dead back to life, however they retain all powers they had before death. They also realize what is going on around them, just they cannot control their bodies. His will, becomes their will and he controls them like their master, without any actual effort. However if he were to die while his creations live the revived would explode in a violent explosion in a last ditch effort to take those who killed him, with him.
- Dragon Transformation. After extracting and experimenting on Kiel's DNA, he was able to develop and implant himself with a special magical mark allowing him to transform into a dragon. However, unable to create a perfect clone of a dragon inside himself, he is unable to breathe any element like most can. This does take a toll on his body and as such is used as a last resort technique. It's usually only used when his reincarnations are dead.
Alliance: The League of Twelve
Personality: Personality? Brom might as well be an animal. His level of intelligence is very low, and he thinks mostly with instinct. Brom can barely speak, but who needs words when you kill 90% of what you see.
Occupation/skills: Brom is the ruler of the Eastern Concordia. He possesses massive strength with his size. He has no magic, but his hide is is extremely resistant to damage. It is said that he ripped through every strategic stop that was thrown at him by Keegan.
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Alliance: He sides with the Royals.
Personality: Aldrich is a determined young man, and a born leader. He is very quiet and proper, but definitely has the means to knock your block off. Occasionally he can come off as cocky, but his confidence is not misplaced.
Movement Magic: Magic that enhances agility, endurance, and speed, and allows for brief bouts of flight and extended stints of invisibility while standing still.
Weapons Training: Familiar with both firearms and melee weapons, he is an able fighter in combat.
Trap Making: The ability to make traps out of common items, such as turning small shards of glass into a deadly contraption.
Thief Tricks: The ability to pick locks, pockets, and lift items with relative ease.
Parodies of the rp
2. Gender: Female
3. Age: 22
4. Race: Human
5. Appearance: Image
6. Alliance: Scythe
7. Personality: Corissa is a very confused individual. She is very loyal to the end, unless something changes her mind and she is quick to change sides. Corissa can be a bitch at times, but most of the time she is laid back and just goes with the flow. She is currently in love with Sean aka Taran Wolfsbane, but is slowly beginning to have feelings for her slavemaster, Scythe.
8. Occupation/Skills: Corissa can form an illusion and make people think they are seeing something that they are not actually seeing.
1. Name: Malikye, Alpha male of the Shadow Valley wolf pack
2. Gender: Male
3. Age: Unknown
4. Race: Wolf
5. Appearance: Image
6. Alliance: Sorcha
7. Personality: Malikye is very loyal to Sorcha. He is her only true friend and her servant as well. He is the alpha male any wolf pack could wish for, with his good looks and humorous personality, who could ask for better? He is also very strong for a wolf ( as most animals on Concordia are when compared to Earth animals) and possesses great leading skills: strength, wisdom, firm and many others that will be revealed during the story. (Can’t think of stuff right now… will add more later.)
8. Occupation/Skills: The Wolf Call—His great and powerful howl can halt enemies in their tracks as he summons his wolf pack. The howl can reach a radius of within 100 miles. He can also speak to humans, if he so chooses, but no other wolf, including his Alpha female Mayka, have this magical ability. (There are more he can do, and I just can’t think of them right now. Will add later.)
******I have included a picture of Mayka though*****
I believe this is my fourth char, along with my second League member. This is where you wanted it, right LT?
Name: Jarev Zakiea
Appearance: The Phenoan people have two separate forms; a human form, in which they look like any other human citizen of Concordia (except for their bright purple eyes), and their true form, in which they assume bright angel like wings and radiant feathers, as well as sharp talons. They are not necessarily to be deemed wielders of fire magic, as the Phoenix itself does. However, they are very potent magical wielders, preferring to channel the magic than feel the weight of a sword.
Alliance: League of 12 Member
Personality: He is very cynical, and very belittling to people (much like Kiel) although he would rather toy with a person’s mind than end it quickly. He is absolutely not honorable nor does he admire discipline. He likes cold, hard fear. Fear and torture.
Puppet Magic/Puppeteering: The ability to bind magic to an object to control it, whether a living human or a statue. It has to be within his sightline to enchant it, and he has to maintain the “strings”. The strings can be cut my magic users.
Animation/Deanimation: The ability to animate objects that he has bound with his Puppet Strings. For Example, if a statue were to be bound, he could animate it, giving it a much wider berth of movement as opposed to the stiff joints of a stone man. As such he can also de-animate objects within his grasp, making them complete statues, yet capable of sensing, meaning hearing, sight, smell, etc.
Second Wind: The ability to heal from seemingly mortal wounds very quickly. (If he actually dies, he’s dead. He can’t actually reincarnate.)
Gem of Linking: While not an inherent ability, he needed a way to keep Valius in the loop while he played with his puppets. Since he could not take the time to repeatedly traverse the worlds, he instead used an enchanted jewel encrusted into a headband to project his thought to the current Ruler of Concordia, allowing him to communicate when the link is opened by Valius.
Jarev was formerly the ruler of the Phenoan people, but it was discovered that he was using his magics on other Phenoan nobility to further his own goals. He was banished from the kingdom and his daughter, Alyssa Zakiea, was put in charge of the people. It didn’t take long for Jarev to find his way to Valius and conspire against all those who had cast him aside, and he was made part of the League of Twelve. When the time came to watch over the brothers who were sent to Earth, he himself volunteered for the assignment, using the opportunity to get back at his people and to torture and keep his daughter captive for almost five years, using her as the main-face for his plot.
I wonder where he got that from. LOL j/kshinigamiriku wrote:
Taran:storm manipulation, ecological sensing/empathy, animal/feral domination,animal mimicry, werebeast form
Black Lotus: Telepathy, Telekinesis, Luminecance, Precognition
Markell: Fire, Telekinesis, shield, weapon summoning
Nazar: Necromancy, darkness, light, life
Taran:storm manipulation, ecological sensing/empathy, animal/feral domination,animal mimicry, werebeast form
Demetrius: Expels heat
Cleopatra: Persuasion, plant
Sorcha:telepathy, the ability to make things grow/heal, adapt to different temperatures, and can speak to animals. Powers she inherited from her mother are: the magic that will allow Sorcha to give her brothers back their memories (control over the mind; dreams, thoughts, etc), and the power to restore energy to those who are weak and close to death
Scythe: omniscient sight, and blood rage
Keegan: Ice, Earth, Life-force consumption, Life-force bestowal
Shien: Lightning, spirit bane, energy conversion
fire spirit and dragon stuff
I shall now offer som magic not take
And the list just goes on from there
Attitude: The Relequiste are highly distrustful of outsiders, especially humans, due to the hostilities reflective of their so called treasons. There are very few places that Relequiste are allowed outside of the deserts. In fact, Relequiste are openly killed for their fangs and claws, which are made of durable materials that make excellent weaponry. The ability to produce poison only makes the fang’s value increase.
Culture: While the now nomadic tribes have lost a lot of their culture in their new surroundings, having to abandon it to survive, they still hold onto their more sacred traditions, one of which is the Ancestral Pact, in which the Relequiste align their wrists and take turns biting, mingling blood and poisons to create a bond, the strongest of which is used in marital ceremony. A new tradition that has been created since the banishment is the Trial of the Wastes, during which time the Relequiste child must brave the sands by themselves and survive for two years on their own. When they return to the caravans, they have gained great strength, both of mind and of body, allowing them to better the tribe.
Age: The Relequiste have a very slow aging process, compared to humans, usually living two or three times as long as the average human. Childhood ends for a Releiquiste at about thirty-six years of age, when they go through the Rites, a series of tests to ascend to the stage of New Birth, the equivalent of a human’s teenage years. This stage ends with the Trial of Wastes, at approximately the age of fifty-five, resulting in either the ascension to the Cresend Phase or death. During the Cresend phase, the Relequiste will seek companionship and find a suitor, with whom they will bond for life. The years pass and the Cresend will eventually age to the Sharisi phase, in which they trade their bodies for wisdom. Only one in thirty survive to become true Sharisi.
The Casting Out of the People: The Relequiste used to be a proud people of grandeur, their city a gem of Concordia culture. However, in the past thousand years, the Vudece (the Lord of the Relequistian nation) Cariet Dacian(Car-eet Das-ee-an) betrayed the Concordian Royalties with secret plots against the crown, though his plots were discovered early on, and though there was good evidence that most of the Relequiste public did not know of the plots it’s lord was planning, the King feared for the peace of the Kingdom, and as such, banished the peoples as a whole. The nation split into tribes and dispersed into caravans with populations ranging from the low thirties to the high eighties. While the King did not expect the people to survive, he was surprised to learn that almost twenty years later, the Relequiste were very much still alive, though the race had changed dramatically from the lives of nobility they once led.
Provide a bestiary form if you are able...
Markell AKA Zack Jackson
Keegan AKA James McTavin
Taran AKA Sean Walker
League of Twelve:
Allies of The Wolfsbane Royal family:
Saige Marie McKinley
Allies of the League of Twelve:
Cleopatra Pendus AKA Krystal- daughter of Valius Pendus, Watcher of Markell
Black Lotus- Sorceress
Corissa- Scythes slave, Watcher of Taran
A side of their own:
The God of Chaos himself. He is married to the Goddess Concordia, however despite them balancing each other, he truly wants to drown the world in Chaos. He despises the fact that Concordia is much more widely worshiped then he is, however once the world is in utter chaos, people will bow to him. However, don't mistake him for an Evil God. He does Love Concordia, it's the other God's he despises. When he get's angry you'll want to stay out of his way. It's easy to tell when he get's seriously angry because he dawns himself in his full battle armor.
Halikair, The God of Death
What's there to Say about Death itself? He thrives on corruption, very often making deals with people for his own gains. He uses these people to create as much death and destruction as possible, twisting the very details of the deal to the limit at times. He get's stronger with every death, but with his powers the death of mere peasants is almost a chore. He yearns for the day he get's to steal the life from a God. However he himself cannot do it. He hopes that one day, one of his warriors will find the way to do so, and give him what he wants most.
He has certain powers and equipment. He holds,the Scythe in the second Picture. He has the ability to strengthen those born from his power, but only a bit at a time. He also controls demonlike Spirit Spawn that he can use to do his bidding.
Orthniel, The God of Wisdom
How can one define wisdom? He isn't all knowing, however he never fails to point out what was done wrong. He is very sarcastic, and more likes to screw with people to show them what was wrong. More often then not, the person he screws with is in very bad shape afterwards.
Parthenia: This is the Goddess of Purity... it is her task to keep the world Pure and free of Evil.
Cytheria: The Goddess of Love... she makes sure Love remains highly accessible in Concordia.