NationStates Jolt Archive

The rock split and then shattered as the earthquake shook the small island.

Villagers ran for their lives as molten rock poured from the fissures.

High above them – on the south face of the granite mountain – a chasm opened – exposing a stinking dark pit – yellow putrid sulfur fumes filled the air.

From deep inside an otherworldly voice cried out.

“FREEDOM”

The man-shaped darkness swept out of the chasm – and streaked down the broken mountain. Its eyes glowing red.

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It came upon the village as an evil wind – devouring all but one.

It held the trembling man in its terrible grip. “I am Corbus. I have journeyed to freedom from the 9th Circle of Hell. Go now and gather to me the most powerful warriors of this plane. Together we shall rule and conquer this pitiful planet.

The man ran from the demon – his mind filled with but one goal – find those that could defeat this powerful darkness.

ooc: looking for both heroes to fight Corbus and villains to join. This is an individual (ie one character per nation) RP.

A man walked along the streets of a little city, people staring at him with his dull flame red hair, that went down to his neck, and his piercing, burning red eyes. The man wore a golden cloak, and his hands had black golves on. He walked to the bar and went in.

The barkeeper looked at him with great supprise, and said, "We do not serve your kind here... Leave my bar..."

The man looked at the bartender, "Why should I leave? You dont even know who or what I am I bet..."

The bartender looked at him still, "True, but I do not like the look of you... But If you insist, I guess I can serve you, as long as there is no trouble, you hear? So what is your name?"

"My name is Vor'en. I hail from Drognan with a long life behind me. I am here to help destroy a great awoken evil, but you need not to know more." Vor'en walked over to the corner, and leaned against the wall, with everyone staring at him. "Get back to your business people." he said to them.

Vor'en knew a man would be coming, and this is where he would hopefully stop at to look for someone to help.

*tag for IC post*

OOC Is it modern/fanasty too? or just midevil/fanasty?

medieval / fantasy.

And for those concerned about my lack of post count - this is a puppet nation of an experienced rp-er, though this is my first fantasy.

Alessia runned forward. Another devil, they never get tired of coming here do they?. She remembered her time as a devil, before the angel Alleluia saved her from herself, from her own corruption.

She was an angel once. A proud Angelica with huge silver wings and a beautiful voice. But the seraphims defrocked her after finding out that she was overcome by her lust and hidden desires.

Asmodeus, the Lord of the 9th rings of the hells of Baator, transformed her in a abomination, a mixture between an angel and a succubus, and turned her into one of his servants for more than a thousand years.

But now, after the sacrifice of the angel Simon, she was a new being, somebody fully aware of her devil heritage, but willing to give her life in service of the ultimate good. Her sword was the representation of the dual nature of her soul, a devilish whipsword and a angelic Demonbane, two combined in one blade.

She charged forward, it's not time to rest, this Corbus will return to hell, no matter what.

Corbus sat perched atop the church steeple in the now-destroyed village - blood soaked dirt and broken bodies littered the streets below.

"The Storm is coming." the demon said to himself. "I must arm myself."

The Giant looked skyward and yelled,

From Broken Gates and Ash's Ruin...
Strike the anvil - stoke the fire - my time has come!

My sword of doom - my shield of fire
The arrow swift - armour of my Sire."

The ground beneath the church cracked and split - a flow of lava emerged - carrying with it the weapons of war - armour - helm - bow and quiver and Corbus's favourite - the Sword of Darkness.

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The demon clad himself in the armour - lifted the sword from the molten rock... "Now I am ready!" he said to himself. "Now they will pay for imprisoning me all these years."

ooc: More players welcome.

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Lady Amanda's mind was wondering throughout the world. It would be grabbed at by the souls that called to her for help. She touched each and every one of them with the light. The light to calm the screaming infant, to secure the battered wife, give life to the wilting plant, and punish the dark.

Lady Amanda felt the wind call frantically. Her mind being pulled again. She felt it fear, she saw its terror. She tried to calm him. But being inside someone's mind does not always help. She spoke softly to him, "Shhh...it is okay. I will not harm you in any way. I come to you for help. Do tell me what ails you. The light will chase away the dark."

Corbus could feel them - his enemies - gathering in the light - could feel the earth, happy for their touch....

But soon the earth would drink their blood as he dined on their souls.

He stole through the desolate village - looking for dinner - but the citizens were dead.

A small dog crossed the demons path - its senses alerted to the evil it took off at a full run.

Corbus laughed and strung his bow - the dog continued to run - the demon leap up onto the rooftop of the village tavern and in a single motion nocked and fired - the speeding arrow cut through the air - seeming to turn into smoke, then back to a solid before it hit the dog in the back of the head. It lay motionless waiting for the demon to come have its meal.

ooc:

Here is the village.

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Alessia entered the town at her top speed, smelling the demon with her fiendish scent. "He's here, and he had just killed a sentient being. I will track him down". She started to jump on the rooftops, as a strange nightbird. Her red cloak of a devil was contrasting with her angelic appearance, and in her eyes mercy and hate alike had a common place to stay.

"Another demon, I will send him back to hell where it belongs"

Vor'en walks out of the bar, "I have waited too long. I need to go there myself." With that Vor'en runs to the outscirts of an unknown town, away from people. He removes his cloak, and reveales a pair of great wings, dragons wings, a vibrant crimson color, of a fourteen feet wingspan, followed by his tail, folling out to five feet. He takes flight and arrives at the outscirts of the ruined town, seeing destruction and death at every look.

"Darkness has plagued this city, and I must help to bring light to all these people that need not have been killed." He sighed, he had never seen such death at once since the civil war of his homeland, Drognan, making it the Incorporated States.

Vor'en walks down one of the streets, then launches up and rests on a roof, staying hidden, and looking at the monstrosity of a demon that was spawned with his glaring red eyes.

[b]They are here]

The black-skinned demon climbed to the top of the town spirl - the highest point in the region - and nocked an arrow.

He watched at Alessia leapt from roof to roof - seaching for his scent.

In a wisper to himself he said, "You I know - you were sired in the darkness. To the darkness you shall return."

With that he unleashed five arrows before the first was half way to the otherworldly being.

The arrows sped through the air - molting between smoke and solid - before they struck - he drew the Sword of Darkness and flung himself towards the enemy...

Alessia dodges the arrows, but the place where she used to stand was obliterated by the powerful attack.

She saw the half-dragon in the street Another half-dragon. He can help me, they're strong and powerful.

She draws her sword and points the blade to Corbus "I hope that you're enjoying this day, because it's going to be your last one"

Tonight you sleep in hell little girl - he yelled as he leap towards her.

The Sword of Darkness split the air as he swong at her torso.

"I too, see the dragon witch - it'll help you not in this contest."

The demon stepped back from the angel and unshelved his war ax - hurling it at the beast in the street.

"Let your blood join that of your brethren - those that I've snacked on."

(OOC: Is it too late to enter?)

Jeron, son of nobody and owner of nothing; Jeron, a thief and pathfinder, a juggler and deceiver was hiding in the cellar of one of the houses and looking out of a small window. He who had been living everywhere during his 15 years lasting desaster, what could be called his life, had come into this village several days ago. He had stolen fruit and bread from the market to survive and had been looking for something of worth in the houses when this damn story began.
His strange powers which usually helped him to steal what he needed had saved his life; he didn't know how it worked or why he had this powers but four years ago he became able to hide...even when he was standing on a marketplace, people all around him, nobody was able to see him not even animals.
And now this...
Damn, why did I have to choose this village? There are wonderfull, peacefull, calm towns enough...WITHOUT DEMONS!!! But I had to choose this one. Damn!
And there was something else. He had tried to leave the village...for more than once but...he couldn't. Something held him back as if he wasn't allowed to leave this place of fear.
He looked out of the window again and opened his eyes widely when he saw what happened out there.

(I've got a little lack of english words, I hope you forgive me if I wrote nonsense)

Vor'en threw himself up,and began hovering in the air. He began moving his hands in a circular form before him. He was chanting a strange language, and it turnedout to be draconic.

A barier of flame arrose before him, and held itself against the axe. The axe simply fell to the ground.

He put his hands down and the barrier disiapated. His voice came with great strength, "Do not call me a witch fool. I am a half dragon and I am a sorceror, get it right! and do not think I can not help."

He raised a hand and a ball of flame grew in his hands. He then raised both hands above his head and the ball grew bigger and bigger. Then he droped the ball and it consumed him. The ball burnt out and Vor'en was no where near. Then a cylinder flame arose on a building near Alessia, and Vor'en steped out. "My magical powers are very strong and with them I will send you back to the hells in which you spawned!"

He then began to chant and outstretched his wings. They started to become a flame on their own and burned with a very intense heat. "PREPARE YOURSELF!"

Alessia parried the huge sword of the demon, using her supernatural strength. "I'm not going anywhere, noone is waiting for me in hell, demon, but I'm sure some Tanar'ri would like you as their slave"

Then she turns to the half dragon in the street. "Hey, stop that, attack the demon, OK?. Then we can talk about me".

She jumps high in the air with a backflip, trying to land a kick under the demon's chin.

As Vor'en chanted the flame on his wings grew bigger and the intensity of heat grew, "Will you let me finish my spell!" He continued and then he put out his hands open before him, his claws outstretched. A flame grew in his hands and both became bigger and bigger. Once they became the size of any normal humans head he threw them at the demon, then put his palms togather, the opening on his hands facing the demon, and shot a beam of pure energy twoards the demon. "Try some of this." He calmly said.

Jeron decided that this became much too big for him. He would, again, try to leave the village.

Maybe I can go through the eastern gate. That's the only way I still didn't try he thought.

He left the house, carefully looking at the fight. When he was out of sight he hurried to reach the eastern gate but stopped several times to fill his pockets with gold and coins he found in the left stores and in the pockets of two dead villagers.
This town may be condemned but I will not leave it with empty hands. If I really get away from here then I'll be a rich one...finally. Hehe. Their desaster, my luck.

Finally he reached the eastern gate and...crashed into an invisible wall. He fell to the ground nearly unconscious.

"SH**" he yelled "why the hell can't I leave this fu**ing town? Why?"

(OOC: Minas Trith, as Jeron is supposed to become one of the (or [i]the[i/]) villians, it's up to you to tell why he can't leave.
Drognan, Aelosia you didn't heare this, please :) )

ahem...bump?

OOC are we not gunna get ne more posts? bumpers!

(OOC: and another bump! Minas Trith? Where are youuuuuuuu?

ooc: Sorry guys - been busy.

ic:
Alessia blow hit Corbus under the chin - launching him backwards - at the same time as the spell fireballs from Vor'en where approching the demon. He fell out of the way at the spell headed for Alessia.

Unfortunately for the demon - the pure energy beam engulfed his body.

"Your parlor tricks will affect me not witch," he warned Vor'en as he stood under the pressure of the jagged beams of energy dancing across his body.

Through strength of will he forced the energy into the Sword of Darkness which grew blacker with the new power.

He pointed the sword at Alessia and release the stored power...

Meanwhile - at the edge of town Jeron hear in his head, "Thief - you have a role to play in this battle - and your service will not be forgotten. Use your skills on the witch dragon. Your reward will be great."

Jeron stood up and tried to find an opening in the invisible wall when he heared a voice: "Thief - you have a role to play in this battle - and your service will not be forgotten. Use your skills on the witch dragon. Your reward will be great."

He didn't see anybody who could have said this and realised that he heared the voice in his head. And at the same second he knew that it was this evil demon who said it. First he wanted to refuse; should these freaks kill each other but without him. But one word attracted him in a way he could not reject: REWARD!
This could be my chance! he thought and made his decision.

"Alright, I'll do it. And don't forget your promise!"

He placed 'his' treasures in a hole in the town-wall and turned around, heading at the battle.

"Oh no, a draining demon. I've heard about them a long time ago. I didn't know that some of you were still alive.", She jumps, barely escaping the energy beam that burned her hand. "Hey, you hurt me!, now you're going to pay for this". She starts to chant an ancient spell of arcane power, calling the purity of heaven and the guile from hell...

Vor'en looks at the demon, in a very very pissed off voice he yelled, "DO NOT CALL ME A WITCH! And that was only a small portion, if even that, of my power!" Vor'ens tail began to twich angerly behind him, "If I must, I will fight you with my own hands!"

With that, Vor'en begins chanting another spell in draconic. His hair becoming a flowing flame. His hands were moving in a circular pattern, with strange symbols in the center made by his hands. He continued to chant...

Corbus knows these lesser beings are no match for him and his powers - he after all is a creature of smoke and darkness - able to channel and redirect powerful magics.

He stands silent for a moment as the others prepare their next attacks - then begins spinning - his arms outspread - smoke begins to rise from the ground and then gathers around is spinning hands forming into giant maces - whirlling too fast for the eye to see. (think tazmanian devil on Bugs Bunny)

He moves towards the dragon. "Come Witch - now its your turn." As he drops down to the street his speed forward increases.

OOC that is u right Minas? Wolfish?



IC "I AM NOT A WITCH!"

Vor'en begins chanting faster, his draconic words becoming stronger, powerful, and angry. He yells back, "You did wrong to piss me off!"

Vor,en continues to chant, then raises his hand to make, once again, a very large ball of fire. A fireball Able to consume the demons whole upperbody without problem was being conjured by Vor'en. His wings begin moving back and fourth, providing more strength to the fireball.

"May the light of fire guide me!" Vor'en continued to sit and chant making the fireball above his head more intense.

This was the moment when Jeron arrived at the scene again. Unseen by everybody he kneed only 20 meters away from Vor'en, aiming at him with one of his throwing knives (word?).

When the dragon said:"May the light of fire guide me!" Jeron threw his knife at Vor'en's neck, then a second one as fast as he could.


(OOC: maybe I should explain how Jeron becomes invisible; he doesn't really disapear but the information that the eyes saw him is made so unimportant that his picture never becomes part of what one realizes. You could say that his appearence is subconscious or suppressed)

OOC dont forget, earth, that he has wings? kinda hard to aim but its k ill work with it

IC Vor'en notices the knife coming at him, and uses his wing to engulf it in flame, obliterating it. But he did not take the time to notice the second one, and was hit below the neck, on the back. He collapsed on his knees, and the great ball of fire fell on top of him. The fireball was so hot it was burning Jeron from how close he was.

The fireball just sat there, shrinking slowly, with Vor'en inside...

(OOC: So they cover his neck? oops :oops: ...sorry)

Jeron jumped away from the heat overflowing him and rolled into a house entry.But while he had tried to get away from the pain he hadn't taken care about his concentration and had become visible. A few seconds later he regained his selfcontrol but wasn't sure if anybody had seen him. Hasty and out of breath he looked up, looking for any danger.

ooc: That was me before - sorry about that.

ic: The Demon watched at the ball of fire burned on top of the the dragon sorcerer. Corbus stopped spinning and raised his giant foot - "Perhaps I shall help you witch."

With that he stamped the ground openning a fissure under the dragon. Once Vor'en slipped in - the demon clapped and closed the crack pinning the mage while the fire continued to burn.

"Now...back to work. Alessia - you're late for your journey to hell."

He raised the maces over his head, leapt into the air and swung at her....

*Inside the fireball*

Vor'en is sitting, the fire protecting him. He begins thinking, controling his thoughts so no one could understand or hear. 'This demon is unaware of what I am. A knife will not kill me, nor will fire. I am one with fire. I will destroy him yet... I must recooperate the minor wound that was delivered to me from the knife.' Vor'en begins chantng, but he cant seem to really move his arms, he seems pinned. 'Well, I will just chant then, my arms are needed but enough chanting wil make due'

OOC the wings partially cover his neck, and considering he was moving his wings about when he was holding the fireball... so ya but its ok it allm worked out :D

"Not today, I think", she ends her spell and throws a huge beam of light at corbus silouette "By the heaven's light!. Michael, be my guide to smite this abomination!". A feathered wings of light appeared in her back as she concentrates the beam of pure, celestial white light into Corbus chest. "Fear the wrath of the angels, you scum"

Corbus screamed as the light bore into his souless body.

He dropped the maces and struggled to draw the Sword of Darkness - with effort the sword was lifted - and the light poured out of Corbus and infused the Sword.

"I can handle your light - but can you handle the darkness?" he said to the angel.

With the a burst of absolute blackness shot out of the sword and formed a cloud around Alessia.

"Did I mention that I bested Michael long ago bitch?"

*hate to do this but bump*

ooc: I hate to do this...but I've booked a vacation for Cuba and I leave tomorrow (Sunday) - I'm only going to get on a couple more times before then so....hopefully we can wrap this up.

Sorry but what does "to wrap up" mean in this case? *stupid little german with an old e/g - g/e dictionary*

he means end.... that sucks talk about a short RP