Xanthe-The Dark Continent

User: Daimon Rex
Location: Altar Room

A small tug of his tail made Daimon turn to see Demona pointing at a sparkling object surrounded by hordes of creatures and several dormant eyes. "I think they're referring to that, yes?" She turned her head towards the cleric, then shrugged up at him. At his nod, she began to sharpen her claws. "No," came his whisper, "Armor," he pointed at his chest, where she expressed her displeasure at the prospect, but latched onto his back. The spikes on her front began to shrink slightly, whereas the ones on her back began to grow. He felt like a turtle then, but knew that his speed wasn't at all diminished. "Let us go," he rumbled. Raising his sword, he made a dash towards the shining object.

"Be ready, Demona," he rumbled, and leaped high into the air, his sword raised above his head. His howl pierced the air, "Blood for the Blood God," his sword found its targets easily, as he dashed towards the center. "Skulls for the Skull Throne," came her shrieking reply, swiping her claws left and right, while keeping a grip on his chest and back. "LET THE UNIVERSE DROWN IN IT!" They screamed together, when he lifted the crystal from its place. Everything around him just stopped and stared at the pair, even the eyes above stared at them. Lights began to appear in front of the eyes, glowing brighter, hotter, "I think we should run, Daimon," came a small whisper, pulling him towards their party, "Time to run."

"Run?" Daimon whispered, turning his head so that an eye may fall onto her, "When have we ever run from a fight?" He shook her off his back, "Run if you must, Demona, but I have found a feast for myself and for my Wand." His eyes drifted towards the crystal with disgust, then turned his back on the horde, searching until he eyed Yasho. "Yasho!" His arm pulled back, "Catch," and chucked it towards him. Turning back to Demona, he crouched down and glared at her. "Are you with me, Demona? Or has your murderous nature flown out the window, only to be replaced with a cowardly one?" He saw her eyes burn with hatred, and shook her horned-helmeted head. "Good girl," he said, lifting her onto his back. "Blood for the Blood God," he whispered.

"Skulls for the Skull Throne," she whispered back. They both grinned, pouncing on the nearest spell-caster. "Let the universe drown in it."

User:Zyriah Albion
Location: Testing grounds

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Zyriah continued to tunnel through the ground, clearing out some of the Pyroflares directly above his armature as he went. Eventually He did it. The floor Cracked and crumbled, and soon the ground began to fall inwards. The Pyroflares were unaffected, but the purpose was to give them a decent escape route, and hopefully slow down the lava while doing so. After about a minute he finished retracting the Armature and dove into the Sewer, Shouting to the group that was still near the dias where the crystal was "Go through the sewers! They cant move as well in an enclosed space" He threw himself towards the tunnel that led in the direction which the man, Alva, had found the Altar. Hoping that he could get there in time to be of help

User: Yasho
Location: Altar room

Yasho looked around at the others, seeing if anyone else had been hit that he hadn't seen on the first sweep through. There wasn't but he did see someone walk between the statures and stay there as some sort of sniping position. That would be useful, but only as long as the party were in that room, Yasho would shout for her to leave when she needed to. Meanwhile, he also saw that the room was now almost barren of mobs, only a few still in the vicinity of the room.
Are they retreating? or have we killed them all?... something's wrong he thought, felling a dark aura in the room, like they were being watched.

Yasho's eyes went back to Daimon, because right now he wasn't easy to ignore and saw that he had used one of his own spells on himself, making him a kind of MOB attractor. Though truthfully this only caused a few enemies to come his way, though he slashed through them all the same, shouting something about blood and skulls as he ran to the artefact, with no-one really trying to stop him, Yasho tried but failed. Though, as he looked at Daimon he noticed he had a chestplate now. Something told Yasho it was his D.A Demona.

"That must be an uncomfortable job... at least my boss doesn't make me into armour" Sylvia said, laughing slightly, then going off to mumble about different things, though by now Yasho had tuned out of that and looked at the artefact which Daimon had grabbed. It was light blue crystal, which showed an image of a clear blue sky. It would have looked very beautiful if the room had no MOBs and was more serene. Some of this essence was captured to Yasho from the time Daimon held it above his head to the time he threw it at Yasho, shouting his name.

Yasho caught the crystal in his right hand, his left still holding one of his swords. As it landed in his hands the crystal’s image changed to that of a storm, purple lightning and thunder sounding as the walls of the room, which many would have thought creepy with programmed eyes and masses of swirls and lines. Though now the eyes were no longer scenery, revealing MOBs behind them, all in pairs and smiling.
"Scouts!" Yasho shouted. They needed to get out of here. Though the door they had come through had been blocked by swarms of the scout dummies. The mission was almost complete. They needed to get out of this room before they were all killed.

New Artefact Obtained: Crystal Sky

Yasho
Health: 92%
Mana: 94%

Sylvia
Health: 90%
Mana: 100%

User: Zero
Location: Testing Grounds

"There straight ahead, head through the path between those large buildings. If you stick to you you should eventually see it, its this big shine looking thing. It's hard to describe, but I have a really strong feeling that's where we need to be." With that the stone was passed off, they had a plan, and they had a bit of direction towards the altar. Zero nodded to Alva and tried to reassure him with a confident look but they didn't have time to try and make this seem like it was going to be fine, this was in fact going to be difficult, no matter how you look at it. "Whoa, this is pretty scary. Hey, thanks for believing in me, even if it's just a little." Zero just smirked as he watched Alva and his DA Wynn prepare themselves and then dash off at a good speed, one Zero would not have been able to even come close to. It gave him more confidence that the plan was going to work as he saw the skill and efficiency with which Alva maneuvered through the huge amount of constructs that tried to stop him in his tracks. Watching wouldn't help Alva though, Zero needed to try and get to the altar with as many others as he could because when Alva got there they needed to be ready to fight a ton of these creatures to defend the stone while it was being taken care of by the altar and he was sure it would be a hard task. So he turned back to his comrades, especially Maria who seemed to be the least likely one to make it to the altar in a quick manner, her speed was low, though Zero's wasn't very high either. He decided to make sure she came with him though, not only out of the kindness of his heart of course, she was a healer and having her by his side would be well worth slowing his speed a tab as they went for the altar.

He took a deep breath and looked to Ceri, "Alright, I suppose here goes nothing huh..." he said with a smile, one that was returned by Ceri as she walked over to him, a little off her guard now that Alva was far away and all of the constructs were going for him and not the rest of them, meaning they only had to get to the altar which wouldn't be that terribly difficult. Zero turned and grabbed Maria by the hand, "Come on now, we need to get you over to the altar, I bet Alva is going to need your services by the time he makes it there." he said with a wicked smile before taking running in the direction of the altar, or where Alva had told him the altar was, which he trusted, though he didn't really have a choice since there was no other lead to go on. As he began running that way, even without the constructs actually attacking him it was still a bit difficult to avoid the mindless drones as they ran right for and past Zero, Maria, and their DA's. He even had to blast a few of them out of the way on several occasions as they made their way to the altar. His mana was still going down and although he hated to think about it he may be a little pushed for mana by the time he made it to the altar, hopefully he would have a second to recover some before Alva made his entire trip around and back.

With that thought in mind he pushed on and made it to the altar, a bit of a run but without the attacks from the constructs it wasn't bad, he just hoped the others would get moving, they needed as much strength as possible for when the last part of the dungeon was initiated. Now that him and Maria had arrived though he let go of her hand and shot a smile her way, "Well then, looks like all we have to do is wait for the party to start..." he said taking a deep breath and looking at the altar, this was where there last stand would be. He looked away from the altar, in the direction Alva had run off and presumably the direction he would approach from, he didn't know how long he would have without having to fight but he was trying to relax, trying to let some of his mana come back before the battle commenced. He looked to Maria, "You should probably find a suitable place to setup, make sure you stay away from the front lines... If there is even a line..." he muttered the last part to himself, he hoped they would be able to keep the constructs at bay but he had no clue if once the fighting started whether or not they would be able to keep them back or if it would just be a frenzy, he was hoping for the former, no matter how less likely it was. With him in position, Maria dragged along with him, it was up to Alva, their entire plan pinned on his ability to lead the constructs away, get away from them, and make it to the altar with the stone. He hoped the man would succeed.

Zero
Health: 100%
Mana: 50%
Buff(s): Protection (Bestowed by Maria)

Ceri
Health: 97%
Mana: 90%

As the training continued everything came to a stand still... the Pyreflare Drones began to fall from the sky their flames extinguished... and a sensation of utter despair washed over the entire training grounds. A piece of the roof collapsed downwards as a column o flight filled the dark under-chambers of the city. A single being descended from above donned in white robes and tightly held a cross within his tanned hands. His blonde hair bobbed back and forth as his feet graced the ground in front of DarkStar. With a smirk the being lifted the cross by the end where the arms created a crossguard for the longer blade like end. He promptly smirked before he met DarkStar in a clash of sparks and a tidal wave of power. Their blades danced in a flurry of blurs as the King of the Abyss faced off against the Lord Marshal.

It came to a sudden end as the cross shattered one of the Lord Marshal's swords and met flesh... with that the white robed entity with drew his sword from the loser's side and took a few steps back. "Schrödinger" Was all he whispered as DarkStar erupted in a rain of blood as the same cut appeared over every inch of his body. With that the Star fell beneath the curtain of darkness. The Leader and King of the Abyssal Titan's stood triumphant and smugly gave forth a deep inhuman laughter... "Fool... fighting against the inevitable... that is the difference between you and myself DarkStar... I do not claw like a desperate mouse trying to escape the cat... I am the wolf the devours the hopeless cat that had pursued you so..."