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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 9/17/2016, 11:33 am

Garlith: *as he listened to Prongs and Zephyr give their assessments, and then heard Loria and Karn voice their concerns, it was becoming abundantly clear just how drawn out the Mortal forces truly were...with a heavy sigh, Garlith rises to his feet and speaks loudly as he makes his decision* Ser Loria, your news is a blessing, albeit at rather troubling times. However, I must also agree with Commander Lilah....and so, I shall see the truest answer in the middle. Until the child becomes a burden upon your body, you may continue your faithful service to the Kingdom of Myrr and the Mortal Throne. As for Ser Argyle's proposal...to kill an Elder Dragon is no small feat. Only the most powerful of Knights from the First Wars have even seen an Elder Dragon....however, Ser Prongs has proven a loyal ally, has he not?

Argyle: *he nods* One of the most loyal. I'm proud to call him a member of my company.

Garlith: Then we shall take his word....Ser Argyle Crewn, King's Shield, you are hereby tasked with this order...Your Company is to travel with the rest of the Campaign to Jotunheim, and once there, you and your company will then leave with Commander Ivar and his Hunters to this entrance to Jormungandr's vile lair...once there, you will kill it by any means necessary!

Argyle: *he gently lets go of Loria, rising to his feet and placing his fist across his chest before bowing to Garlith* Yes, Your Majesty!

Garlith: *he turns his attention to Lilah* Now then, Commander Lilah, Commander Ivar, tell me more about what you two encountered in Dis...Do you believe Nifelheim has plans beyond a new trophy wife and an alliance with the Vampyres?

Ivar: We believe he may be trying to create a sort of Vampyre-Demon hybrid, not unlike the Half-Demons we've been fighting...However, such an outcome is unpredictable, as Vampyres cannot bear children naturally...

Garlith: To say anything is impossible for the King of Demons would be a mistake many have died for...We must move cautiously if we are to gain any footing in this war...


~The Great Swamp~

Desmond: *after a few more moments of letting the meat cook, he finally pulls it off the pan. After setting the pan down on a rock, he then reaches into the supply pack and pulls out two wooden bowls. He then draws his Shotel and slices the meat in half, placing a cut of meat in each bowl before passing it to Catia* Here. Be careful, though, its still hot. I'll work on boiling some water and making some tea while you enjoy your meal. Then after that we'll turn in and-

*suddenly, a dark mist begins to creep in around Desmond and Catia, the fire beginning to flicker as it sets in. The swamp suddenly grows dark and cold, the water seeming to change to an icy black. From out of the brushes, what appear to be cloaked men seem to glide along the water, moving eerily towards the camp in perfect synchronization.*

Desmond: W-what in the....Wait those robes...

Robed men: *the beings begin to whisper, their voices echoing out all around the surrounding swamp. As they whisper and grow louder and more shrill, they slowly move their arms behind their backs, as if they were reaching for something. Suddenly, right at the height of their chanting, a loud whoop rings out and the men immediately screech, sounding more like beasts than men. They begin to look around, clearly startled by whatever made the loud whooping noise*


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Grom: You understand nothing...*he crouches, the ground beneath him breaking under the force as he leaps forward, barreling right through the liquid hellfire orbs and meeting Krow head-on. He roars out, taking Doom Desire in both hands as he brings it back. Suddenly, the jet on the back of the ax ignites, roaring as he swings and lets out a vast arch of explosive hellfire, wiping the clones away in an instant. His face twists in fury as he lets go with his left hand, grabbing Krow by the face and ramming her into the ground. The jets on his eblows ignite, two hellfire seals forming beneath his feet as he used two powerful, pressured blasts of hellfire mixed with his arm jets to fly close to the ground, dragging Krow along her back through the ground* You mock my named weapon...WHEN IT WAS LORD NIFELHEIM HIMSELF WHO NAMED IT! *he roars and then throws Krow into the air before leaping after her, the jets allowing him to pass her as he bring his ax back and slams it down, slamming the shaft of the weapon into her back. As he does, a painful snap echoes out on impact as Krow is driven into a large crater in the ground. Grom then lands on the opposite end of the arena, holding his free hand high as a vast, raging sun forms above his head. The fireball was at least the size of a castle, as many in the audience sat back to avoid being burned. Suddenly, the fireball shrinks down to the size of a softball, floating in Grom's hand. The ball of fire seemed to twitch and pulse randomly, as if it was violently condensed and seeking release. He then points his hand forward and roars out* NOW FEEL THE FLAMES OF MY FURY! *the ball flies out at Krow, launching at near-sonic speed and exploding the minute it arrived above Krow. The result is a vast, burning pillar of flame that shoots up and completely destroys the roof of the arena, exposing it to the sky as the fire still rages upwards*


~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Tonpetty: *his eyes are hard and wide as he watches in horror*

Argon: T-that's....that shouldn't be possible! No demon has that degree of Hellfire control!

Pike: *his eyes are bugging out of his head and his mouth reaches the floor as he comically screams in horror* OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Eliazar: *he sits up and snarls as he grips the stand's guard rails* Krow!

Nifelheim: *he laughs maniacally, holding his arms out as he watches the fire rage before him* OH YES! OH WHAT A LOVELY DAY! AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by ShadowFantasy on 9/18/2016, 10:07 pm

~Silvenheim Throne Room~

Ember: *she crosses her arms and gives a sideways glance over to Argyle* Slaying an Elder Dragon huh? You've sure got some guts to be asking that of us.

Zephyr: *he nods* While that is true Princess, I believe that we should be capable of it. What I am more concerned of is that its nest is within Jotunheim territory. You'll be right at your father's doorstep....

June: *she giggles and laughs* It'll be fine! You've got all of us to help protect you this time around if you get into trouble!

Ember: *she sighs* Yeah I suppose you're right. *she looks to Argyle again* I don't really want to wait either. Come on Zephyr. Let's head home and get ready to go. The less we wait around for something bad to happen the better off we'll be.

Zephyr: *he nods to Argyle* We will await your arrival at the city gates Ser Argyle. *with that, he and Ember both leave followed soon by Prongs and June*

Loria: *her eyes sparkle with a bit of worry as she looks at Argyle* You will be careful won't you? I don't want to hear the news that you'd gone missing on mission....especially not now.

Terran: *he chuckles as everyone starts to file out to do their own things, returning his attention to Lilah* Now then Commander, how about that drink?

Lilah: *she nods and walks over to Jaeger, Terran following close behind* Commander Jaeger, I do believe it has been quite some time since the two of us have had some time to talk. Shall we go off and have a glass of chilled milk?

Karn: *he looks to Garlith* Loria's news and Argyle's new mission aside your majesty, what will you have us do? Surely there is much still left to do?

Terran: *he groans as he hears Karn's question* Sheesh you're a workaholic! Why don't you just come to the bar with the three of us and relax for a little while?

Karn: *he gives Terran a stern look that instantly silences his complaints* Forgive me for wishing to work towards bringing our lost comrade home Terran.

Terran: *he scratches the back of his head out of embarrassment* You didn't have to point that out man....I just mean we won't get a lot of chances to relax like this. Best to take them when we get them you know?

Lily: *she grins and elbows Shagga* He's kinda right you know! Wanna run to the bar too?


~The Great Swamp~

Catia: *she clings to Desmond as the robed men drew closer towards them* D-Desmond! I'm scared!

???: *with a loud, guttural roar, a massive Kong with dark auburn fur and a large frame leaps directly from the bushes. Heaved onto his well muscled shoulders was what appeared to be the remains of what was a tree trunk. He steps directly in front of both Desmond and Catia, the long dark and tattered cloths hung loosely on his body swaying with his movements. With a yell he heaves the tree trunk into both hands off from his shoulders and gives a wide swing at the cloaked men. It smacks into three of them and sends them careening into another tree nearby. With a howl of triumph, the Kong smacks one end of the trunk onto the ground and starts to pound at his chest, his voice coming out as a deep, gruff and confident tone* JUST TRY AND HURT THE PRETTY ANGEL GIRL YOOOOU LITTLE FLUNKIES!! WE'LL FOOOOO UP YOUR DAY!! HWAHAHAHAHA!

*from the bushes nearby, dozens of sets of eyes appear and more Kongs of various sizes, shapes and girths rush out to defend the couple. The rest of them all carried equally impressive weapons of various shapes and sizes and while all of them were smaller than the first one that had appeared, they were all just as intimidating as he was*

Catia: *she clings a bit tighter to Desmond, still quite frightened by the sudden loud hoots and howls of all of the Kong's that had seemingly just come to their rescue* D-Desmond! Who are these guys?!

???: *the big Kong glances back at Catia and gives her a big grin* Not tooooo worry little lady! We're your friends! KOOKOOKOO! *he turns back to the robed men and shows off his clearly well developed canine's and teeth through his eager grin* OR MY NAME ISN'T BOMAROO, LEADER OF THE BAYOU KONGS!! OOOKOOKOOKOOKOOO!! *a raucous cacophony of hoots and excited howls and cheers rings out amongst the ranks of the Bayou Kong that were surrounding the couple*


~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Mary: *she flinches as she watches Krow take the beating, covering her eyes as the column of hellfire erupts from Grom's last attack. Upon lowering her arms from her face however, she sees a bleeding, dying and broken form of Krow lying within the crater of the battlefield. Her heart starts to beat faster as she sees that she wasn't moving* No....Is she really dead? Just like that?

Grimoire: *she narrows her eyes and stands up from her own seat, her scythe forming into her hands as she walks up to stand next to her father near the guiderail* No....something doesn't feel right....Even with her spine broken like that and her body nearing destruction, Krow always had an ace up her sleeve....

Viper: *he slowly walks forward and black energy starts to crackle off of his hands. Despite the situation, something that he would ordinarily find amusing, his face was quite serious* ....My lord....Milady....Do take a few steps back from the railing....

Grimiore: *she gives him a look that was a mixture of confusion and slight irritation* Why the hell should I do that?! It's just getting go-! *she cries out loudly as the arena slowly begins to rumble. As it shakes more and more, she feels a sudden increase in the dark energy within the air and it makes her look straight to Krow* No....Impossible! She can't be capable of that much Malice energy in that state!


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Rancid: *he's holding onto the table in front of him and the chair he's sitting in as he tries to speak* I-I don't know what's going on folks but something tells me that our dear commander hasn't finished giving us a show!

Krow: *As the audience watches, black energy starts to radiate from Krow's unmoving body. It slowly creeps across the ground beneath her, spreading like a viral disease. The air starts to become thicker and thicker as gravity seems to increase upon the area that was being coated in the black energy underneath Krow. As it goes beneath Grom's feet, he can feel something akin to swampy mud and slime spreading beneath him. The black energy doesn't stop, spreading further and further across the arena floor and even up into the stands. Soon after the slimy substance encroaches the stands, it finally spreads over Krow's body and starts to engulf her. Her body sinks into the blackened ground and vanishes as liquid hellfire starts to bubble out from the substance. It flows upwards against gravity, the hellfire's viscosity so thick that it seems more lava-like than gaseous. Then, as if to answer Grom's questions, a static filmed voice starts to echo within his mind*

No.....Not enough....
Not allowed....To lose....Half-Demons....Can't lose....
But those eyes....those beautiful eyes....I want them....
His words....This cold feeling....It's so hard to resist....I want it....I need it....
I want to walk in both worlds....Why....Why must I keep fighting....
It's all....so pointless....To kill....It feels empty....
Yes.....His admiration....those beautiful eyes....this power....the power to change everything.....
.......I WANT IT ALL.......


Krow: *as the startled and steadily more fearful audience looks on, not one, not two, not even twelve Krow clones rise from the dark muck beneath their feet. Hundreds start to rise from it, their bodies all coated in the same substance that was beneath their feet. It hardens as they drag themselves up and out of the muck, black lightning crackling off of their bodies. Their eyes were all pure scarlet red with no discernible pupils visible within them. Hundreds of orbs of black, unstable Malice energy start to drip up into the air from the ground. As they grew in size, they sharpen themselves into large, arrow-like projectiles and all point directly at Grom. Upon the Krow clones faces, no facial features were even visible. However, as more and more clones started to rise up from the muck and slimy, raven-like wings spread from their backs; the lower half of their faces splits open with a sickening, mucky sound. A loud screech echoes out from all of them, shattering the glass within the arena into millions of pieces*

~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Viper: *before he'd even heard the screech he had shoved both Lord Nifelheim and Grimoire back and away from the glass. His bone clawed devil's arm spreads out from each of his fingertips and his hands and forearms coat themselves in a similar gunky substance that was on the ground beneath them. With a swipe of both of his hands, a black wall of energy rises up in front of the glass just as Krow's ear-splitting screech is heard. The glass flies past the wall and clatters to the floor around the wall, keeping the inhabitants of the Royal Stands Box safe from harm. Viper however, was not so lucky. A few of the shards of glass had managed to fly through the wall and slice through his skin. With some blood dripping from his chest and lower body, he glances back at Lord Nifelheim and Grimoire. His face was still serious as one of his blood red eyes peeks out from beneath his hair* My apologies you two....I meant no disrespect. However.... *he returns his attention back to the wall, lowering it but not sheathing his claws back within his hands* I'm afraid that Miss Krow seems to have stumbled upon the second form of Malice Manipulation....

Mary: *her eyes are wide with stunned shock and surprise* S-Second....What?


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Krow: *the clones all turn their attention onto Grom and at once the arrow-like projectiles fly straight towards him one after another in quick succession. But as they impacted their target destination, more formed in their places and grew to the same size. The barrage of Malice energy projectiles pounds into Grom relentlessly as the Krow clones form black swords from their limbs and charge at him, seeking nothing more than his destruction as Krow's voice echoes within his mind once more*

You....Enemy....Die.....
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 10/21/2016, 10:57 am

~Silvenheim Throne Room~

Argyle: *he nods to Zephyr, smirking pleasantly as he does so* Very well. I will see all of you at the city gates at first light. Once we make landfall at Jotunheim, we will depart with Commander Ivar and his Company.

Ivar: *as he walks past he scoffs slightly* Just don't die too quickly, King's Shield. There is a reason no Elder Dragon has been slain since Hydra's Invasion...They are ALL incredibly powerful....hence why the Dragon Cult worships them. *he makes his way out of the throne room*

Argyle: *his smirk fades when he hears Ivar's chiding. It would seem that, if he was to garner any respect from the Forward Commanders, he would need to earn it from each one individually...and from what he could measure, Commander Ivar was not impressed. However, Argyle knew he would gain the opportunity to do so in Jotunheim. The Forward Commanders respected his grandfather, and for some reason, Argyle wanted their respect as well. Dismissing the thought, he returns his attention to Loria and Cameron* I promise, I have no intention of letting that lizard be the end of me. I will come home...*he pulls Loria and Cameron close* To all three of you. We're a family.

Zigg: *he can't help but smile sentimentally at the scene, leaning back against the wall as he rises up and starts to walk out. As he does, he stops to talk to Nigel, who was standing by the doorway out of the throne room* Yo, Nigy! I need a favor...

Nigel: *he turns his attention to Zigg, standing straight and proper with his hands resting atop his cane* How can I help you, Zigg?

Zigg: I need Dire to take me to Gale's pad. I got a request for her...a gift, from me to the boss's grandkid. I got an idea for something that could really come in handy for him, from what I observed at the Wharf. *he looks at him from over his glasses, smiling* Think you can help me out?

Nigel: *he closes his eyes, seeming to drift off for a bit before snapping back and opening his eyes* Dire will take you to Gale's. But you will need to get back on your own...he's very busy. Slipping three beings behind Dis's lines is not an easy task...

Zigg: *he smirks and puts a hand on Nigel's shoulder. Suddenly, Nigel feels his energy slowly returning, a small smile forming as he realizes that Zigg is restoring his stamina so as to help Dire* That help make it any better?

Nigel: *he nods* Thank you, my friend. It does...I will have Dire meet you aboard my ship in one hour.

Zigg: *he chuckles and walks off, waving back to Nigel* Nigy, you're a gentleman and a scholar!

Jaeger: *he scratches rapidly behind his ear, making a strange, whining noise as he does so. He then shakes his head a few time, as if he was finished grooming himself before answering* Sure thing. After the week I've had, a glass of cold milk sounds like heaven...I may even have a little honey in it! *he then glances to Terran* Ah, the King's Mercy! I heard you stood one on one against the Wendigo. Well done, not many would have that type of resolve. Your generation, they seem okay in my book. I'll be glad to have you at my back in the coming war!

Shagga: *he beats his chest heartily and laughs* Oh you know it! Drinking with the Forward Commanders of the Vanguard! Now there's a treat I haven't had in some time!

Garlith: *while everyone continues discussing future plans and celebrations, the Royals sit by the throne, discussing their next move* Should Ser Frost be brought back alive and well, I must consider raising the position of Inquisitor....It is too high a duty to simply be a Royal Knight....Upon his return, Ser Frost will be made a King's Knight, and if he is found to be in good health, we should consider deploying him in Jotunheim...

Sol: Uncle, I am not sure about that idea...the man has probably been tortured, burned, eaten, and maimed by now, knowing Nifelheim. We should see to his recovery.

Lucas: As much as I agree with you, Cousin, I must also agree with Father. As soon as Ser Frost is cleared and healthy, we will need his strength in Jotunheim.

Garlith: An excellent compromise, Lucas. Now then, I am sure you both wish to rest and formulate the rest of your plans for this war...Please, take the nights to yourselves.

Sol: *he and Lucas both bow formally to Garlith before walking through the doors into the Palace interior.*


~The Great Swamp~

Robed men: *the men all hiss at the Kongs, screeching as they drop into the mist and dash off in different directions, fleeing*

Bayou Kong Mob: *the whole group begins hooting and hollering, beating the ground with their fists and howling into the trees, as if to scare off any more robed men. One of the Bayou Kong, however, stopped hooting after sniffing the air, and looks back right at Desmond. The Kong looked like a shaggy Howler Monkey, with big fat lips and a bald spot on the top of his head. Tweed cloth breeches and a sack cloth shirt adorned the Kong's body, and a shabby Straw Hat sat atop his bald head. He waddles over to Desmond, looking him up and down as he sniffs the Knight all over. Finally, he perks his head up and yells out to the large Kong that was clearly their leader*

Hootaban: Garooooooo! Hey, Bomarooooo! This 'un 'chere smells like one o' them Mist Seethers! But, he don't look like he drank their Black Water yet...An' the pertty Angel seems to be awful keen on 'im!

Desmond: Catia...those cloaked men...they were members of my home tribe....and these guys here...are our sworn enemies, the Bayou Kong....They're also the people of my old best friend, Romperoo...


~Dis, Grimoire Bastion Palace~

*the doors to the palace burst open, an infuriated Legion storming in as he angrily grumbles to himself. The servants all immediately scurried out of his way, not eager to invoke his ire as he stormed towards the throne room. As he moves to open the doors, a voice speaks out to him from his left side*

???: The King's not here, I'm afraid...he went with the others to watch the big fight between Krow and Grom....Hello, Commander Legion. *standing in the corner of the room by the doors was a skinny, wrinkled, old Demon wearing a full black cloak that wrapped entirely around his body as well as a broad-rimmed, black hat. His skin was a deep, ruby red and two black horns grew out from his chin, wrapping around each other to form a helix beard. The old Demon had a voice like sandpaper, with a dray air of mocking haughtiness to it.*

Legion: *he grumbles, glaring coldly at the old demon before him* Salazar...and to what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Spy Master?

Salazar: I've recently returned from an outing to the Mortal Continent...I have already begun awakening the remaining Hellfire Knights. Ruin was the first...I've sent her to locate the others. As for Xytos, when I went to his crypt...he wasn't there. Meaning, he never died during the war.

Legion: *his eyes begin burning, as if the news infuriated him further* That treacherous cur......

Salazar: I have already seen to his downfall, good Legion....my young protege, Aamir, and his lovely companions move towards Xytos's last known location. According to my spies in Silvenheim, he's hiding in the Great Swamps....Aamir will find Xytos, and any Mortals foolish enough to seek him, and rip them apart!

Legion: *he seems to calm, sighing as his fury dies down a bit* Still, we have much to worry about...there was a boy. He was able to elude me, with the help of the Giants and Vanguard....

Salazar: A mere boy eluded the mighty Legion? *he chuckles, hissing slightly as he does* How amusing!

Legion: *he growls low* ...and then there's that Inquisitor....

Salazar: Oh, you need not worry about that, dear Legion....You see, Lord Nifelheim sent his Shade to contact me, and I brought with me a most appropriate guard for him...Your old subordinate and brother in the Ways of Old....Sodom, the Violent Melancholy.

Legion: *a grin slowly forms on his face* Sodom, you say? How intriguing....perhaps this war on Jotunheim will be the bloodbath we were promised?


~Grimoire Bastion, Frost's Quarters~

*oustide of Frost's quarters, a figure completely covered in black cloth sits, leaning against the wall facing the door as if he was asleep. A long, ornate Demon Catalyst the size of a cane leaned against his shoulder as he sat motionless. Black, crackling mist seemed to seep out from under the cloth as the figure sighed, as if it was relaxing*


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Grom: *he roars, charging full-force at the massive horde of Krow clones. As the Malice projectiles rained down and tore at his flesh, he simply used the pain to fuel his rage as he grips Doom Desire with both hands and plows right into the clone horde, cleaving a vast swath through numerous clones as he the points his hand outward at one of the clones, a small ball of fire forming in his hand before exploding point-blank in the clone's face, a vast cone of flame erupting forth and burning away a massive row of clones. Grom then leaps up, taking Doom Desire in both hands and raising it high, only to be tackled mid-air by a clone. The clones all rush, piling upon Grom and raining blows and stabs upon him. With a roar of pure, unbridled wrath, Grom lets off a powerful explosion of Hellfire, flinging the clones off him as he flies up into the air. He soars through the hole in the arena's roof, sailing high into the air as the audience gasps. Grom then stops, swinging Doom Desire onto his back as it rests perfectly, as if held there by some force. Grom then holds both hands up, roaring so loud that his voice echos all throughout the landscape. Suddenly, a vast fireball, larger than even Grimore Bastion forms high above Grom's head. Grom appears to strain under the weight, as the orb begins to condense, growing smaller and smaller until it becomes no bigger than an apple. Grom looks down, watching as the Krow clones begin to hiss and writhe, climbing over each other as more and more form and climb up after him, a vast pillar of Krow clones now shooting up out of the arena* Krow....this Malice...this power....It is born from your struggle with your weaker, Mortal half...You feel emotions that are considered weak by the Demon Race, and yet you fight through them to please your King and your Kingdom.....I respect you. That is why...I WILL ACCEPT NOTHING BUT THE REAL KROW! *he flies down at the pillar of clones, meeting them head-on and plowing right through them, shooting straight through them until he finally hits the glowing, bubbling core that housed the real Krow. Bringing the condensed ball of flame to ready, he roars* AS YOU ARE REBORN, BE BAPTIZED IN MY WRATH!

~Grimoire Bastion Arena, Stands~

Nifelheim: *as Grom plows through the pillar of Krows, Nifelheim's smile slowly begins to return as he stands up and steps forward, placing a hand on Vipers shoulder* Gratitude for your ample timing, old friend....*he steps forward* But as you can see, we now....*suddenly, the entirety of the blackness that now consumed the arena is engulfed in a vast, hellish pillar of fire and heat* HAVE REACHED THE GRAND CLIMAX OF OUR SHOW! *as the pillar erupts, it slowly dies down. When the smoke clears, Grom stands on one side of the now charred and destroyed arena, a small pool of glowing black sludge remaining on the other side. As it writhed and roiled, Nifelheim's grin had finally become an ecstatic smile* Yes.....Krow's evolution is now complete...now, which Commander will prove stronger?! Grom, the Perfect Half-Demon, or this new Krow?!

Irituum: *he licks his teeth as he steps forward, his eyes shuddering violently as he seemed to eye up Grom* Oh yes, My King....they are indeed impressive....In fact, if you don't mind me saying so...I think Grom would make....quite the meal indeed...~
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by ShadowFantasy on 10/22/2016, 6:58 am

~Silvenheim Throne Room~

Loria: *she and Cameron both close their eyes and return Argyle's embrace, letting him leave as the two exchange happy smiles and a reassuring nod*

Lilah: *she smiles and nods to Jaeger's answer, turning back to Terran* Well then, shall we go? I know a great place to go off and drink here. Although I'll admit that it's been quite some time since I've been home.

Terran: *he nods, a grin on his face* A lady leading me to a bar? Been a while since I've had that happen! Color me intrigued! Lead on Commander! *he speaks, Lilah leaving with both Terran and Commander Jaeger in tow*

Lily: *she giggles and eagerly climbs up to sit on Shagga's shoulder, pointing forward with a happy laugh* Forward march Shagga! *she shouts in a bubbly, happy tone*

Karn: *he watches everyone leave, waiting until it was only him and Garlith in the room. He turns to him, his face still serious but his eyes holding a sort of momentary relaxation to them* Perhaps Terran is right your majesty. I do work a lot. What do you say to joining everyone for a night to drink and relax? Surely even someone such as yourself needs a moment or two of peace now and again?


~The Great Swamp~

Catia: *she peeks out from behind Desmond, giving the loud Kong's a shy wave* H-Hello there.... *she talks in a quieter tone back to Desmond* Are you sure they're such bad people? I don't sense any real hostility from them....at least....towards me....

Bomaroo: *he narrows his beady eyes and crouches down so that his face is right in front of Desmond's. He gives him a big sniff and snorts in his face* He sure does smell just like those Seether's doesn't he? *he stands back up and shifts the tree trunk on his shoulders as if he were ready to strike at any moment* Hm....Now what would a pretty young'un such as yourself be doin out here? Especially with this Mist Seether here! Ooookoookookoo!

Catia: *as the other Bayou Kong's start to howl and hoot at Desmond and draw closer, the angelic girl narrows her eyes and moves in front of Desmond. With a loud flap of her wings she spreads them out wide, covering Desmond's face and upper body with them as she holds her body out as if to protect him* Don't you dare hurt him! He's my friend and someone I care about very dearly. If you hurt him, he won't be your only enemy! *she shouts at them all, a sudden glow of light from a magic circle beneath both hers and Desmond's feet giving the Kong's enough of a shock to back up a few feet*

Bomaroo: *he stares at Catia for a moment before letting out a booming, howling bout of laughter* HWAHAHAHAHAHA! Bomaroo wasn't going to hurt the little Seether! If Hootaban here says ya ain't drank their black water yet, yer all oooookay in my book! OOOKOOKOOKOOKOO!

Catia: *her wings relax a little and she slowly lets her face spread into a gentle smile* Thank you....I-I'm sorry if I caused all of you some fright....

Bomaroo: *he laughs heartily again, setting the trunk down with a loud crashing sound* It's quite alright little lady! We just saw youuu in trouble and wanted to rescue youuuu from those horrible Mist Seether's! *he looks to the other Bayou Kong's* OOOKOOKOOKOOKOO!! Let's head on home everyone! *they all let out a raucous bunch of hoots and howls and start to disperse. Bomaroo looks back to Catia* Say, would yoooou like to come back with us and have a big feast? Much as I hate to bring that little Seether with us, if you say he's alright and yer willin to protect him, we'll trust ya both for nooow.

Catia: *she nods and looks back at Desmond* What do you think? Should we go with them for now?


~Elsewhere in the Great Swamp~

*elsewhere in the Great Swamp, another demon with shoulder length black hair and two black horns that curved out and back to point straight up walks seemingly on top of the swampy water. He had handsome facial features and well formed muscular features on his body with sparkling red eyes. Instead of humanoid legs however, this demon had two legs seemingly from a goat or satyr, the hooves well groomed and taken care of. He wore a long black robe with gold trim and bandages covered the lower half of his torso. He was Aamir, the handsome devil of Dis*

Aamir: *he seems to be humming a happy tune as he walks on top of the swamp water, grinning at his two companions* Come now Mercury! You mustn't dilly dally in this muck! It's dirty and will smudge your beautiful face~

Mercury: *a beautiful demon with long black hair, a well toned, voluptuous body and two horns that curved down with her hair was seen happily twirling and diving in and out of the swamp muck. Despite this however, her darkened skin seemed to mask whatever dirt or grime that got onto her nearly flawless body. She had purple eyes and wore a very suggestive top that almost went straight down the middle of her body into a large V. Her dark purple bra almost blended in perfectly with her skin and top were it not for the dark colored and worn out pants that she wore* Aww but you know I love to swim Aamir! Besides, my skin is so dark that I highly doubt it will matter~

???: *another, younger looking demon was seen also walking on top of the water. However, despite her timid appearance, long glossy brown hair and skinny yet toned body, the thorny and ravenous looking vines and flowers that sheltered her from her elder sister's splashing seemed to show that she was still quite dangerous to cross. Her emerald green eyes sparkled in the tiniest amounts of light as the large, fully bloomed lily in her hair happily swayed with her every step. She wore faded black pants and a red shirt over her tiny body, smiling as she happily swayed her arms along with her steps. Underneath hers and Aamir's feet however, large vines seemingly sprouted from nowhere and happily cradled their feet as they walked to prevent them from getting wet* This place is so lovely! If it wasn't for the smell I would love to live here!

Aamir: *he chuckles and starts to walk backwards, not noticing that he was slowly approaching a large willow tree as he spoke to the flowery young demon that was walking with him* Ahhh but the only thing that I can smell right now is your lovely scent Amaranth~ Which is why I'm glad that you're here with me! I think that if I had to smell this ghastly swamp as much as walk around in it, I would just about die! *he says with a hearty laugh as he turns around and smacks face first into the trunk of the willow tree in his path*

Amaranth & Mercury: *both girls immediately rush to Aamir's side and start brushing the moss and dirt from his clothes* Aamir are you alright? *they both ask in unison*

Aamir: *he seems dizzy for a moment before he gives a small shake of his head and a flip of his hair. He grins handsomely at them both* How could I not be? I have two lovely faces to gaze upon right now~

Amaranth & Mercury: *they both giggle* Oh Aamir~ *they both say in a very dreamy tone*

Aamir: *he returns to walking around the tree* Now then, let us continue our search for the dastardly man, Xytos shall we? *he says sweetly, prompting the two girls to follow him close behind eagerly*


~Near the Bayou Kong village~

*within the shadows of the trees, a cloaked man with deep red eyes, a toned body and somewhat pale skin looks on as the Kong's go about their daily lives. Though his face and dark hair is easily visible beneath the hood of his full body cloak, he seems very calm as he watches things in front of his eyes. His voice is deep and holds an air of authority to it as he speaks*

???: So....Nifelheim has finally sent one of his dogs here to retrieve me.... *he glances over behind him, sensing the presence of another demon as well as two mortal souls* ....Catia....That's you isn't it? *he moves his arm out from underneath his cloak, revealing what seems to be a tattoo of dark grey chains writhing around and moving within his arms. He narrows his eyes at it, knowing full well what it meant* ....Yes....That is you....My little girl, all grown up. *he takes a deep breath and turns around on the branch that he's standing on, his eyes focused away from the village now* I will leave you in the care of those Bayou Kong's now....I have to deal with the rabble that's looking for me first.... *with that, he appears to vanish through the trees at great speed*


~The Western Plains of Silvenheim~

*A young, very cat-like creature with dark skin and long black hair is seen walking through the tall grass of the western plains. Though it was obvious from her long cat-like tail and furry ears that she wasn't human, her bright yellow eyes and slitted pupils clearly marked her as a demon. Her black furred ears and tail swish and swivel around as if they were listening for something, the wind gently blowing past her very voluptuous body. She wore faded and torn up pants with very sturdy, clawed greaves on her feet, wearing a V-necked black shirt and bandages on her arms that loosely moved in the wind. She seemed to have a sharp nose and her hair easily covered that sides of her face. Her ears perk up as she hears that sound that she's searching for. She runs off on all fours and quickly comes upon the obsidian tomb of one of her comrades, the Hellfire Knights. With a big, catty grin and a flash of hellfire, her devil's arm appears on her arms and hands: a pair of viciously clawed gauntlets with a long obsidian blade going down the outer edges of them*

???: *her muscles in her body tense up and she gives a loud cry as she launches herself into the air and smashes her fist straight into the tomb. Cracks appear onto it as she kicks off of it and lands gracefully nearby. She watches the tomb crumble away a little and grins, her very cocky, feminine voice coming from her lips* Yooohoooo! Oooooh Belphagoooor~ I found you! Come on out already! *she taunts, giving a very large stretch and a cat-like purr*


~Grimiore Bastion, Arena~

Krow: *the large blow to the bubbly core that held Krow's real body seems to harden as Grom's attack hits it, making it feel as though he hit a large chunk of nigh indestructible material. The black malice energy bubbles up and starts to flow back over the ground that had been charred and destroyed by Grom's attack. But now instead of covering the entire arena and the stands, it instead condenses and lets a large black crystal rise about four feet into the air. Inside the crystal a small, curled up form could be seen. The dark color of the crystal however made it very difficult to tell who or what was even inside of it as the black malice energy flows out from it and splashes back down onto the ground. The liquefied malice energy slowly encroaches the arena once again as Krow's voice rings out in Grom's head once more:

....Why....It's all so....pointless.....
....No choice....Not allowed....To lose....
....This power....His eyes....His admiration....
....I....I want them all....
....This emptiness....It won't go away....Like a hole in my heart....


Krow?: *malice energy crackles and surges around the crystal as cracks start to form on it, the murder of Krow clones that had started to come up from the dark muck beneath their feet now stopping their advance and attacks to look at it. The crystal finally suffers enough cracks to break apart, slowly falling away from the tiny body that was within the crystal. A black fog rolls out from it as the form uncurls itself and slowly touches down onto the ground. Not two raven-like wings but four spread out wide from its back, much larger than Krow's wings had been. Long jet black hair sways behind its head as two red eyes open and start to gleam from the darkness. A long, sharp spear with a wide ring underneath its blade slowly rises from the muck next to the humanoid shape, two smaller rings on either side of the center one ringing quietly as it finishes rising up and forming. The shape reaches over to her side and grabs a hold of the new weapon, the smaller rings on it making bell-like sounds as it moves it to the other side of its body and then swipes away the black fog from around its body. With its body now fully revealed, it appears to be a much older and mature looking Krow. However, black markings cover what is revealed of her skin, pulsing with energy as they appeared to move like living creatures. Her eyes are devoid of pupils and simply gleam a pure scarlet red in color, showing that she was clearly not in full control of what was going on. The mature looking Krow moves the ringed spear's staff behind her body and reaches out for something. Krow's black longsword appears in a flash of hellfire and it readies it in front of its body, as if asking for a fight*


~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Viper: *he seems very on edge, his usually cocky tone having vanished from his voice as he spoke* It is possible that there may not be much left of our dear Grom after this fight has concluded my boy....That form of hers is unusually small for having so much Malice power. To say that I am wary of what she's capable of in that form is an understatement....

Grimoire: *she collects her scythe and dusts herself off, grinning sadistically as her own eyes start to gleam with glee* My my....to think that our dear Krow was hiding so much power in that little mind of hers....It's quite exquisite isn't it Irituum?

Mary: *her body can't help but shiver in fear as her now shot nerves start to pulse in her heart. These demons were all so aware of the amount of power that was in front of them and yet....she knew that it was only the mortal's who had a reason to be afraid of them. They were truly a powerful force....*


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Krow?: *she narrows her eyes and all at once the murder of her clones start to attack and lash out at Grom once again. This time however, it is in a much more coordinated fashion than before. It was as if Krow was the commander of this vast army and they were silently following her orders*

....You....You are....In my way....
.......Disappear.......

Krow?: *Grom feels two clones grab ahold of his feet and hold him in place as one other clone goes to each side of the arena. Malice energy collects into both of their hands and starts to grow uncontrollably as the real Krow speeds straight at Grom. Once she reaches him, she stops on one foot and swings around to kick him square in the back at another waiting clone. This one swings its palm upwards as if scooping something up from the ground. This motion results in thin, screeching pillars of malice energy erupting from the ground and juggling him into the air. Krow is above waiting for him, tossing her sword at him and using not piercing, but a kind of blunt force energy to shove him back down into the ground. She then flaps her wings and soars high above the arena with another gasp from the crowd. She closes her eyes and holds her palm over the larger ring on her spear, malice energy collecting onto the tip of it. As the power grows on the tip of the spear, the two Krow clones on either side of the arena from before now swing it in front of them, a massive wall of dark energy speeding towards him from both sides as he tries to get up. Two more clones are above him on black wings as they let loose two separate barrages of twelve orbs of malice energy each, beating him further into the ground as if to prevent him from trying to reach the real Krow high above the arena. Finally ready to attack, the real Krow's eyes open and it rears back a short ways, thrusting the spear forward straight down to the arena's center where Grom stood. A large beam of malice energy erupts from the spears tip, smashing into Grom and slowly shoving him into the ground as if gravity itself was increasing on him exponentially. When the energy barrage finally ceases, the real Krow lights down lightly onto the now destroyed and shredded arena floor. The malice energy starts to recede a little, showing that she had clearly exhausted much of her power now*

....You....Cannot stop me....
....Give in....Let the darkness consume you....
....All of this rage....this sorrow....this despair....
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 12/7/2016, 6:56 pm

~Silvenheim Throne Room~

Garlith: *he seems pleasantly surprised by Karn's offer of drinking with the Knights. He chuckles to himself, smiling wistfully at Karn* You're inviting me to your night with the others? I must say, its been quite a long time since I last went drinking with the Knights....However, I must politely decline. In the midst of a war with Dis, I must remain here in the palace, lest the Demon King's minions become bold...Ser Karn, I will confide in you something I have not spoken of since the days of Eddard, the Conqueror of Null, and Mary, the Emerald Gale....Silvenheim has been compromised. That is why I am sending Lucas to Jotunheim in my stead...If I die, the throne will pass to Lucas, and Myrr will continue to thrive. However, should he die before me, then the Kingdom will either pass to Siegfried, or crumble. Siegfried is a strong warrior, and a Knight of principles...but that is it. He lacks the empathy needed to rule, and I fear that lack of empathy will lead him down a truly dark path, should he rise to the throne...I am asking you, not only as your King, but as a father who loves his children and his kingdom....please, Ser Karn, speak of this conversation to no one, and please, keep Lucas safe in Jotunheim...


~the Great Swamp, the Bayou Kong Village~

*Deep within the Great Swamp, past the many dark bogs that line the waters of the marshes, lies a collection of vast, twisting mangrove trees growing from the murky waters. High atop the trees' canopy sat vast, woven huts of vine and tree branch. They sat in a wide circle, with a large hut the size of a feasting hall in the center of the village. Within the largest hut, Desmond and Catia sat in a large circle with various Bayou Kong, including Bomaroo and Hootaban. From what Desmond had gathered in the little time he was there, Bomaroo was indeed the village chief, as every Bayou Kong that saw him acknowledged him, be it with a hoot, a gesture of the hand, or beating their chest as if to greet him. Hootaban seemed to be his second, and while the Bayou Kong was smaller than the imposing Bomaroo, he must have been incredibly strong for his size to have earned the Chief's respect. In the center of the circle sat a large, circular basin of water made from what seemed to be a type of dark wood. Sitting at the Basin was a gray, pot-bellied Bayou Kong with shaggy, matted fur and a long, toothy Mandrill face. The hair atop his head hung in long dread locks that ran all the way down to his buttocks. The Bayou Kong was looking Desmond and Catia up and down critically, as if he was trying to blatantly read them and wasn't even bothering to hide it. His skepticism honestly made Desmond nervous. Bomaroo had said this Kong was the spiritual leader, their shaman, and his name was Bugaloo. Finally, the old Kong began laughing suddenly, so hard in fact that tears were streaming from his eyes. The other Kong suddenly seemed to relax, and Desmond could feel the tension in the room suddenly lessen greatly.*

Bugaloo: GOOOOHAHAHAHAHOOO! *he spoke with a heavy accent* My my my! Bomarooooo! You sure know how to pick 'em! This here girl, smells just like the Burning Man! We got us one of his kin! *he then looks at Desmond, his face growing more serious* This one, however...I know him. I've seen him before. Years ago, your little brother went with a bunch of Myrrian Knights who came to the tribe on a good will mission. I was guiding them back out of the swamp, when we stumbled upon something....a small Mist Seether boy, no older than your brother. He was lost, left to die by his people in the bog. The Knight, for some reason I never understood, to the boy with him, and decided that both of them would be his apprentices...I won't forget that Knight...Ser Richter Phobos.

Desmond: *he could feel a deep, dull ache forming in his chest. Sitting right before him was not just the Chief of these people, but the older brother of his dearest, oldest friend....*

Bugaloo: Tell us, boy...where is Romperoo?


~Western Plains of Myrr~

Belphagor: *a faint, orange glow begins to emanate from the tomb, a rush of hot wind slowly surging forward from it and growing ever louder as the glow begins to grow brighter. Suddenly, an explosion of flame erupts from the tomb, lighting the nearby amber grasses ablaze and setting fire to a vast portion of the field, the smoke suddenly billowing up as a figure rises from the tomb. It was masculine and clearly humanoid, but enshrouded completely in red, raging hellfire. What seemed to be a vast blade, a combination of a claymore and a curved saber, was clutched tightly in the figures hands as it stood up and staggered slowly towards the cat-like Demon. As the figure reached out, the fires suddenly vanished from its form, revealing a young, handsome Demon with short yet shaggy white hair that seemed to naturally sweep back. His skin was a creamy orange color, and his eyes were a deep crimson. He wore black Demon Iron armor, covering most of his body, including his neck and chin, leaving his head exposed. In his right hand, he held a wicked curved Great Sword with a smoldering, cracked black blade with serrated edges on both sides and a sharp, wicked tip. The pommel of the blade was spiked, as if it was meant to be used as a pointed, puncturing weapon. The Demon grabbed the cat by her neck gently as he comically began to shake her, small spurts of fire spraying from his mouth as he yelled at the girl* AAAAAAAAGH! RUIN! YOU BLIGHT UPON MY FORTUNE! DON'T YOU KNOW ITS TWO YEARS BAD LUCK FOR WAKING A MAN WHEN HE'S SLEEPING?! YOU FURBALL! TUNA-BREATH! THIS IS JUST LIKE THE TIME YOU BROKE THAT MIRROR, YOU SHRUGGED IT OFF, THEN GOMORRAH ENDED UP HITTING A HUGE RUT IN THE GROUND AND LAUNCHED HIMSELF HEAD-FIRST OFF THAT CLIFF! BAD LUCK IS THE END OF EMPIRES!


~Mystic Forger Gale's~

Gale: *she is seen pounding away at a large chunk of hot metal, shaping it using her hammer against the anvil she stood at. Next to her, Zigg leaned casually against a wall. They appeared to be talking about something important but happy, as Gale was all smiles* ...and then, he managed to parry both Creighton AND myself! I tell you, Zigg, the boy has talent! This was a perfect idea for him!

Zigg: *he grins, adjusting his sun glasses as he laughs in agreement* Oooooh yeah!~ With all the King's Knights getting that awesome gear from you, I figured I should give the kid a little something special. He's gonna destroy his arm if he keeps using punches like he does without something to properly channel his energy into...I would know. Luckily, I used my Awakened Sorcery to make it so I don't have to worry about that.~

Gale: *she groans, shaking her head* That ability of yours is the most broken thing I've ever witnessed...Seriously, how did Felix and them escape Avalon if you were their enemy?

Zigg: ....I tried to take to the battlefield as little as I could, that's why. *suddenly, a loud rush of hot wind seems to sweep from the north of the village. Zigg stands straight, looking north to see the vast, towering plume of smoke that was rising in the distance* Gale...you said you moved here to keep out of the war....but didn't you have another reason for staying West?...

Gale: *she immediately stops hammering the metal and looks to the plume of smoke, her face serious as she walks outside to look at it* Yeah...When Ember and Edd beat King Nifelheim, they made it a point to locate the Obsidian Tombs, the revival spots that each Demon uses if they should die and be revived by the Demon's Soul, for each of Ember's old Hellfire Knights....Xytos was never found, Ruin's were in the northern Mountains, Gomorrah's is at the bottom of the ocean off the coast of Silvenheim, Zephyr's was in the South....and Belphagor, the Berserker's, is located in the fields right outside this village. Edd wanted me to keep an eye on it, in case Belphagor ever came back, since Belphagor, out of all the Hellfire Knights...was known for killing more Mortals on average per battle than all the other Hellfire Knights combined.


~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Irituum: *he licks his teeth, standing next to Grimoire and chuckling as he looked her over for any damage* Indeed she is, Grimmy!~ So much so, that I would love to entertain an idea...perhaps, if His Majesty would be so generous, young Krow would be more useful elsewhere...as a member of my Cannibal's Carnival? She would make a SPECTACULAR illusionist act, to be sure!~

Nifelheim: *he smirks, only slightly amused by Irituum's proposition* An intriguing little bit of food for thought, but nothing more. I must deny you this time, dear Viscount. You see...*he looks back to Krow, his eyes lighting up as he watches her spear hungrily* Krow is the perfect Half-Mortal Commander, born from my own flesh and blood....not only is she more useful where she is now, but watching her, especially with this new form, gives me a feeling of ironic nostalgia...after all, as she is now, Krow looks so much like her lovely mother. *he looks back to Mary, his eyes shining cruelly* In fact, Mary, doesn't Krow's form look...familiar to you in any way?~


~Grimoire Bastion Arena~

Grom: *as he feels the beam and barrage forcing him deeper and deeper into the earth beneath him, the weight of Krow's attacks crashing down on his form, Grom can feel a fire burning within his gut. He had been Mother's loyal servant...her trusted bodyguard...her closest ally for years. She had confided in him, relied on him, praised him for his efforts, and declared him a true Demon...but now, all of it seemed so far away. Now, he was competing for the same affection and trust that had been his birthright from his mother, only this time, it was from his Grandfather. He could feel the beam crack his chest and abdominal area, his body breaking beneath the weight. At first, he could feel something he hadn't felt before...a feeling of hollow, bleak, guilty weight within his heart. What was this feeling? With slow-coming forethought, he finally figured it out...it was hopelessness. He could see the possibility that, if something was not done, he would lose here to Krow. Krow, the young Half-Demon Commander who accomplished what he could not...she was able to back the Azure Swordsman into a corner, even if it had been due to him being overwhelmed, and this thought angered him. Slowly but surely, he could feel the hollow feeling being replaced by heat, a burning anger that slowly began to well up within him. When the attacks ceased, all Grom could do was lay there, his body broken with a large, spiderweb-like crack in his chest, as if his body was made from the same Obsidian that covered his arms. As he lay there, he could feel Doom Desire pulse in his hand, as if it was telling him to get up. He growls deep, his teeth grinding together as he slowly begins to rise again, his body and power now at their absolute limit* Your darkness....is indeed powerful, Krow....however, you still do not understand....these feelings of sorrow, of anger, of hopelessness...they are what give a Demon their power...you have only just begun to hone your emotions into your blade....*he grips Doom Desire tightly, the joints in his hands cracking under the strain* I, however....have been honing my fury into a weapon since the day I was born....Since Mother gave me life, I have lived as her weapon, her confidante, but more importantly....her avenger....and so Krow.....*the fire within him suddenly rages out from his body, forming an aura of searing flame around him. His voice takes on a vengeful tremble as he speaks* My hate....my anger....my rage.....*Finally, he looks right at the real Krow, his eyes burning with murderous anger* IS FAR GREATER THAN YOURS! *his body explodes as he roars, a wave of flame escaping his mouth and erupting throughout the arena like an atom bomb's blast. A vast mushroom cloud forms out from the hole in the ceiling as the fire and heat rush upwards, the explosion consuming Krow, Grom, and the clones in its fiery wrath*


~Grimoire Bastion Stands~

Irituum: *his eyes widen to their fullest, almost like dinner plates as he rapidly, ravenously starts gnashing his metal teeth together* That Curse of his, Grimmy, What was it called again? Oh yes...I believe it was...Tide of Hate!~ Tell me again, what does it do?~
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Post by ShadowFantasy on 12/9/2016, 9:09 am

~Silvenheim Throne Room~

Karn: *he nods, smiling as he puts a fist to his breastplate* You have my word as a knight of the kingdom of Myrr, your majesty. *He tells him before promptly bidding him farewell and leaving the castle*


~Elsewhere in the Great Swamp~

Aamir: *he stops in his tracks as he senses the presence of another nearby demon. He holds his arm out to the side to stop the other two girls in their own tracks. He glances back to them, his face suddenly serious* Girls, I do believe we have a guest within our presence....

Xytos: *he's standing on a rather large tree branch, staring down at all three of them* You shouldn't be here Aamir. Go home.

Amaranth & Mercury: How rude! *they both say in unison*

Aamir: *he laughs joyfully* Xytos my old friend! How have you been? *he asks him casually. A spark of flames in the water nearby spooks Amaranth behind him, making his joyful mood start to fade* So that's how this is going to be....is it?

Xytos: *he hops down from the tree, landing in the water. The swamp water around him quickly begins to boil and steam rises from the area around him. His eyes narrow underneath his hood* This is my last warning Aamir. You and your whores will get lost. End of discussion. Now leave before you exhaust what little patience I have left for your shenanigans.

Mercury: *she laughs as her teeth sharpen into fangs. Her hands and feet become webbed as if she were a fish and her voice starts to echo as if she were underwater* You're such a rude old bastard Xytos. I think we should remind him who he's speaking to, right Amy?

Amaranth: *to Aamir's apparent and rather comical surprised face, Amaranth's lily in her hair turns black and more vines begin to slither around within the area. Her face was serious as opposed to her sister's more cocky, fang-toothed grin* Yes. Yes we should.

Xytos: *he glances at Mercury as she starts to take a deep breath in. His eyes narrow as a large spark of hellfire explodes in her face, stunning her. Without wasting another moment, he vanishes in a static sound and appears in front of her. Before she can react, he drives a fist directly into her stomach. The resulting impact sends her skipping across the water a short ways before she finally sinks beneath it. A larger vine props her body up thanks to Amaranth as she coughs violently, trying desperately to get her breath back*

Amaranth: *she moves a palm in front of her as a huge plant bud surfaces out from underneath the water. The bud opens up, revealing a beautiful flower with rows of razor sharp teeth lining its petals. She closes her hand and it quickly grabs Xytos into its jaws before picking him up and out of the water. It then promptly swallows him whole with a comical burp, making Amaranth smile* My plants were hungry anyways. *after a moment of silence, she feels her connection to the plants around her dampen. She feels herself sink below the waves of the swamp and looks up at her monstrous creation, her eyes widening. It was trembling and shaking as if something were trying to fight its way out*

Xytos: *a large black blade suddenly juts out of the plant's stem where Xytos was sitting. Slowly it carves its way in a full circle, releasing Xytos from its organic prison. Before stepping out from the plant's stem however, he glances behind him and swings his sword upwards. The resulting attack cleaves the plant in two as an after shock of black malice energy erupts from the blade of the weapon. Heaving it onto his back and calmly stepping back into the water, Xytos returns his attention back to Amaranth. Now that she could get a better look at it, his weapon was easily the same length as the warrior was tall. It had a viciously serrated edge like a monster's maw, the blade almost as wide as his own body was. The hilt also seemed to be made from some sort of obsidious material but it was obviously heat treated beyond anything that she had ever seen before. Black, liquified flames dripped from its edge, making Xytos' appearance all that much more intimidating to the girl. Her plants were for the most flame retardant. But his flames were so intense, the heat radiating from the demon's body was enough to burn even her plants. He stares at her, the aura of heat around him stealing the oxygen within the immediate area and making it very hard for her to breathe. He narrows his eyes once more, making it very clear that he was in no mood for games* This is your final warning. Leave. If you disobey me again, I will kill all three of you.

Amaranth: *she collapses to her knees in the swampy water, her eyes wide with fear. This was the Knight of the Burning Loch? Was he even a demon? Or was he some kind of monster that had taken the form of a humanoid creature at all? Whatever he was, he was well out of her and Mercury's league. Fear started to spread through her body, making her eyes hallucinate into seeing Xytos as a pure black visage that was draining the very life from her*

Aamir: *he wraps Amaranth into a one armed hug, blocking her view of Xytos with his body as he stared at the water behind her blankly. This fight was pointless. He knew that Xytos had the home field advantage and if he couldn't use Amaranth and Mercury along with his own powers....Victory was forever out of his grasp. He sighs and carefully picks up the trembling form of Amaranth into his arms, the girl clinging to him tightly in fear like a small child. He looks back to Xytos, his face one of little amusement for once* Very well Xytos. I can tell that this will only end in our failure. We shall leave you be for the time being. But know this; Lord Nifelheim has not forgotten that you had failed to aid us in the war so long ago. And the price for that ugly treachery.... *his eyes narrow* Is nothing less than death.

Xytos: *he silently watches Aamir gather Mercury's now unconscious body into his arms, the beauty obsessed demon giving him a final glance before vanishing from sight. A trail of rose petal's follows his exit, the wind making them blow away. He makes his weapon vanish before jumping back up into the trees, silently proceeding to return to the outskirts of the Bayou Kong village to watch over Catia once more*


~Western Plains of Myrr~

Ruin: *she lets out comical, distorted sounds as she's being shaken ending with a catty growl. She twists her body around and swings her leg up onto Belphagor's arm before kicking him in the side of the head with a rough roundhouse* YOU SUPERSTITIOUS NITWIT! LET GO OF ME!! *she shouts, twisting her body around and comically planting a swift foot into the back of his head. The resulting attack plants his face into the soft ground beneath them as she flips around to land on all fours once again. She stands up and puts her hands on her hips, the fur on her tail and ears still on end from the experience* Sheesh....Will you just hurry up and get up so that we can make ourselves scarce? That smoke from your tomb probably just woke up half of Silvenheim! *she scolds him, her ears perked to listen for anyone who would come to investigate the sight of the explosion*


~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Grimoire: *she cackles as she gives her scythe a quick spin* Ah yes....The ability to channel of his delightful malice into fueling his flames....Grom is truly his mother's boy!

Mary: *she stares down into the arena as the smoke clears, watching as Krow emerges from the site of the explosion, virtually unharmed. Smoke was coming from her body, however it seemed that the writhing black runes on her body had protected her from the attack just moments ago. She widens her eyes as she sees her using the spear like a cane, signifying that she was truly exhausted now. She knew that spear!* No....Raven.... *she whips around to face Viper and Nifelheim, the wind beginning to howl around her* What did you monsters do to her?!

Viper: *he cackles as black energy grabs her by her ankles, interrupting her concentration and snapping her back to reality* What do you think we did? We took her prisoner and used her as we saw fit of course! *he answered her, cackling madly afterwards as if he had told the most amusing joke of the century*


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Krow: *she stumbles forward, as more malice energy started to envelop the area around her. The voices continued to echo within Grom's head as she walked forward to continue fighting with her opponent. But this time however, they sounded....different*

This feels....wrong....
Why....Why am I still fighting?
No....I won't allow myself....to win....
When I kill....When I win....I want to see it!

Krow: *the darkness beneath Krow's feet slowly starts to recede as she falls to her knees, holding her head. Her eyes begin to flicker with black flecks as her pupils slowly return within her eyes. Her body's oppressive aura quickly starts to fade as the spear falls to the ground and vanishes entirely. She nearly falls to the side as her hands quickly move to steady her body. For the first that anyone had ever seen before, her lips were turning blue and her body was becoming pale. Sorcerial Hyperventilation was claiming her body, making it difficult for her to speak* No....No more....I refuse....I refuse to win....If I am not....In control of....my actions.... *she rasps, looking up to Grom as the red color begins to fade from her eyes. For a moment, Grom can see the mortal side of her through her eyes when they change colors to a soft brown. But no sooner did her mortality show did her eyes close and she falls to her side onto the ground. Her eyes close as she feels her exhaustion and her injuries finally claim her body, falling unconscious*

Rancid: *picking himself up from the mess that was the announcer's box, he searches for his microphone as he starts to speak* I....I don't believe my eyes folks....The mighty commander of the half-mortals has just fallen! Grom the Balrog is the winner!


~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Viper: *as the crowd starts cheering for Grom and Frost is seen walking out onto the field to retrieve Krow's unconscious form, he simply huffs and crosses his arms* Well that was anti-climactic....

Grimoire: *she narrows her eyes down at the arena below her* Indeed....It would seem even our dear Krow has her limits....how unfortunate....
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Post by Zazul on 12/11/2016, 12:55 am

~The Great Swamp, Bayou Kong Village~

Desmond: .....*he swallows hard, his face no longer calm. Instead, what appeared to be sorrow began to form* Phobos...turned out to be a spy for the Dragon Cult. After he was ousted by Ser Zorrin the Threader, we were sent to the Iron Keep for training under the famous Brave Companion, Iron Belwas. At first, we hated it. We were weak, arrogant...foolish. *his voice begins to break as he takes a deep breath before continuing.* When the Giants and Half-Demons hit the Southern Front, they hit the Iron Keep hard....Even us Apprentices were forced to fight. Romperoo and I charged alongside Ser Belwas, supporting him as we held the keep. Then....he appeared. Phobos the Betrayer, and the Dragon Apostle Beck, took to the battlefield. Beck attacked Ser Belwas...meanwhile, Phobos separated us from him. He toyed with us...beat me within an inch of my life....but Romperoo...Romperoo was not so fortunate. *his voice finally cracks as tears begin to fall down Desmond's cheeks* I watched, helpless, my limbs broken, as Phobos slaughtered my best friend with his bare hands. He left me there, alive...I shamefully begged him to kill me, but he left me there, stating that he wanted me to live, knowing that I failed not only as an apprentice, but as a warrior...because I couldn't even protect my comrade....

Bugaloo: *he scratches his chin, his face serious as he listens to Desmond* There ain't no falseness in your voice or words, boy....But it ain't me you gotta answer to...*he looks to Bomaroo, nodding* This be your call, boss. The Seether Boy a friend, or foe?

*the Bayou Kong all look to their chief, ready to move at a moment's notice. If Bomaroo willed it, Desmond would meet his end.*


~Western Plains of Myrr~

Belphagor: *he stands up, spitting dirt from his mouth in a comedic fashion* Ick! Gross! Did I swallow a Centipede!? OH NIFELHEIM, THE BAD LUCK IS TAKING EFFECT ALREADY!

Zigg: INCOMIIIIIIIING! *suddenly, an object comes flying in from the direction of a tiny village in the distance. Zigg crashes, his foot hitting Belphagor square in the face as he crashes. The Demon is flung like a rag doll across the plains, skipping across the ground before crashing into a crater. Zigg rises up, looking right at Ruin and grinning slightly* I was hoping it was that old bat Salazar or his pretty-boy assistant, Aamir, waking the Hellfire Knights up...but it looks like they only woke one of you, then set you off to do the dirty work...*he cracks his knuckles, his smile disappearing as he spits at the ground next to him* But, from what Nigel's files say on you Hellfire Knights, to me, you're probably going to be THE BIGGEST pain in my ass to deal with...especially with such a rabid endorsement from Wyald...

Belphagor: *he is laying in a crater several dozen feet from Ruin and the tomb, his body twisted and broken with his head spun entirely upside down, his legs bents at odd, painful angles, and his arms hanging on by the straps of his armor alone. Suddenly, his body begins to turn grey and cracks with flaming light as his skin appears to turn to ash. The ash falls away as his body makes painful, cracking sounds, his limbs twisting back into place as he starts to stand up. Finally, he grabs his head and twists it round, snapping it back into place as a thick layer of ash falls from his neck. His eyes gleam to life as he groans out, snarling in anger* Why you.....MORTAL COCKROACH! *his entire body bursts into flame as his whole form is coated in hellfire. The skin on his face begins to bubble and boil as it suddenly burns off, his eyes remaining in his skull as his whole head is engulfed in flames. His terrifying visage only enhanced by his exposed skull, Belphagor roars in rage as he grips his grisly blade with one hand and starts stalking forward, the field burning around him as he does*


~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Nifelheim: *he smiles wide, looking down at the broken form of Krow almost as if the sight of the battle had excited him. He then looks over to Mary, grinning evilly as he glides over to her and take her chin in his hand, bringing her face close to his* You wish to know what happened to Raven, dear Mary?~ Then, allow us to show you....Viper, take Miss Tritian to my personal Dungeon...and also...bring my favorite toy, will you? Showing Mary will be so delightful!~ *he roughly releases Mary, shoving her to the ground as two Demon Guards grab her by the shoulders and hoist her back up to her feet, awaiting Viper's orders. Nifelheim then goes to Grimoire and smiles, taking his daughter under his arm as he gazes down at the arena* Krow may be broken now...but Viper will rebuild her, Grimoire. That is why I called him and Warrior Sodom to the Bastion...Krow will become an even deadlier weapon than ever before, and then...we will send her out on a true test of her might...Krow will hunt the Elder Dragon beneath us, Jormungandr, and be the first Demon in history to slay an Elder Dragon! As for Grom...he will lead our first, decisive strike upon the Giants, and show the world that Dis once again reigns at the apex of Creation! Go, my daughter...conquer the Giants...*he then leans in closer, whispering to Grimoire* ....kill your weakness and become whole again, my Lilith...*he then stands straight, stepping away from Grimoire and looking to Irituum lastly* As for you, good Viscount...your Cannibal's Carnival will be needed soon...Once Krow has killed Jormungandr, she will be useful in retrieving them. Your joint squadrons will then fulfill the most extravagant performances you have ever thrown....a collaborative assault on Silvenheim itself! But until then...aid Grimoire and Grom in this campaign to the best of your abilities...and don't forget to keep...some form of diet, Irituum. War is well and good, but I don't want you getting fat.~ *he laughs walking out from the royal box and out the door*

Irituum: *he gnashes his teeth, growling impatiently* "Keep a diet"....Very well, Your Majesty....


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Eliazar: *he rises up from his seat, growling as he glares in disbelief at the scene before him* KROW! *he darts up and over the crowd, dashing over the stands and into the arena*

Pike: BOSS! W-wait! Eliazar! *he can only stutter before taking wing and flying after Eliazar into the stands*

Tonpetty: *he looks to Argon, nodding and taking the small Demon onto his shoulder before jumping over the crowd in one, mighty leap and landing with the rest of Krow squadron. The whole group runs out, passing Frost as they all stand in front of Grom around Krow, Tonpetty with his fists balled and ready while Pike hovers in the air and Eliazar stands protectively over Krow, growling and snarling. Argon stands back, prepared to change at a moment's notice*

Grom: *he looks at each member of Krow Squadron individually before letting out a low, hum-like growl* Stand down, Half-Mortals...I have no further wish to harm your Commander. She fought admirably...*he then looks at Krow, briefly recalling her brief moment of Mortality earlier. His eyes narrow and he sighs, thinking on it momentarily* ...but she has much to learn...*he turns around and begins walking out from the Arena, stopping at the gate to address a Perfect Half-Giant soldier* Prepare all Half Demon armies...we march in a week's time for Titan's Rook, and we burn Jotunheim to the ground....in the name of Mother, and Lord Nifelheim!

Soldier: *he salutes Grom, nodding* Understood! For Mother, and Lord Nifelheim!
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Post by ShadowFantasy on 12/11/2016, 8:33 pm

~The Great Swamp, Bayou Kong Village~

Bomaroo: *he narrows his beady eyes at Desmond, a hand going to his chin to think*

Catia: *she gulps nervously, hesitantly rubbing Desmond's back* I-I had no idea Desmond....I-I'm so sorry....I had heard from Master Loria that the two of you were never far apart from each other. You must have been very close.

Bomaroo: *he looks to Catia* Is that truuue?

Catia: *she nods, smiling sheepishly* My master Loria the Wind Cutter, used to tell Kiria and I all sorts of stories about Desmond and his Kong friend causing trouble for her. I-I had no idea that he was this important though....I'm sorry.

Bomaroo: *he takes in a deep breath through his nose before closing his eyes* Very well....Seether Boy is not our enemy. For now. *he opens them once more and stares straight at Desmond* But you put one little toooe out of line and we will all be on youuuu. Got that?


~Western Plains of Myrr~

Ruin: *she grins back at Zigg* Well hiya there tall, dark and handsome! *she lets out a pleased purr* I'm glad that I've become so well known in your little circle! *suddenly she vanishes and is sitting, crouched down on Zigg's shoulder* But you know, I really don't like mortal's who assert themselves in such a rude way. Soooo.... *she gives an excited laugh and a tiny hop, her foot kicking Zigg in the side of the head and knocking him cleanly into the dirt. She does a quick flip and lands onto her feet gracefully, as if she really were a cat as her appearance would suggest* Maybe I should teach you some manners! *she smiles at Belphagor* C'mon Belphy! Let's have some fun with him!


~Grimoire Bastion, Stands~

Viper: *he grins with an eerie sort of delight before looking to the guards holding Mary* You heard his majesty. Take her to his majesty's personal dungeon while I go and retrieve his pet! *he starts cackling as they do so, walking off to go and do as he was asked*

Grimoire: *she grins at Nifelheim, all too pleased with her father's words* It shall be done father....mark my words. Ember will not be getting away the next time I have her in my hands!


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Frost: *he blinks at the sudden uproar of Krow's comrades protectiveness over their fallen commander, sighing as he kneels down to pick her up* Grom is correct. Calm yourselves. Your commander needs to rest now. Lest she get herself into more trouble. *he carefully cradles her into his arms, standing back up as he looks to them* If you would like something to do to make yourselves useful then follow me. You can stand guard outside of her quarters while I tend to her injuries. *he tells them coolly before turning around and heading out of the arena*


~Elsewhere in Dis~

Viper: *he's humming a very merry tune to himself as he walks into Nifelheim's personal dungeon, coming upon a cell that had only one person in it that was sleeping with a single, dirty cloth draped over her body. Her long black hair, skinny physique and pretty face was strikingly similar to Krow's and when Viper tapped on the bar's to her cell, her eyes snapped awake, revealing them to be a light brown in color* Wakey wakey little bird~ Lord Nifelheim has a special treat for you!

???: *the woman raises her body up obediently, knowing that there was little point in resisting. Her voice was raspy but it still held a calm, motherly tone to it despite all of the torturous marks on her body* Lord Nifelheim requires my presence?

Viper: *he nods eagerly, rubbing his hands together out of excitement* Yes yes! One of our dear half-mortal commanders recently brought us home a special little friend that we intend to break! And you, my dear Raven, get to play the starring role! *he speaks, cackling to himself*

Raven: *she gives a tiny stretch on the rotting straw bed that she had been sleeping on, carefully standing up to reveal the heavy chains around her wrists and ankles. She had scant clothing left on her body but it was very clear that she was malnourished by the sight of her body. However, despite all of the marks, cuts, bruises and burns all over her body, she still held an air of beauty to her as she approached the door to her cell* Well....Let's get this over with.

Viper: *he nods quickly to her less than enthusiastic response as he opens the cell door to let her out* Come come my dear! His majesty is waiting!


~Lord Nifelheim's Personal Dungeon~

Mary: *she is shoved to the ground by the guards as she arrives, making her hold her head in pain from hitting the ground. She hears an iron door opening and whips her head around to see what was going on. What she saw made her eyes go wide and her heart nearly stop in shock* R-Raven....? Is that....I-Is that really you?

Raven: *she looks drearily from walking along, staring at Mary for a moment before her own eyes open wide* By the gods above....Mary....You....You're still alive....

Mary: *she scrambles to her feet and rushes over to hug her friend* Raven! By the blessings of the gods am I happy to see you still living! We all thought the worst when you vanished so suddenly! *she spoke, moving away slightly as she holds Raven's cheek in her dainty hands* What have they been doing to you? You're so thin and covered in injuries!

Raven: *she slowly shakes Mary's hand away* It doesn't matter....Mary, you shouldn't have come here. *her eyes now seem to be full of worry and regret* You....You're in danger here.

Mary: *she nods, gulping* I-I know....B-But I....I didn't have a choice.

Raven: *she narrows her eyes* Didn't have a choice...? What do you mean?
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 12/11/2016, 9:44 pm

~The Great Swamp~

Desmond: *he wipes the tears from his eyes, nodding respectfully before bowing his head* I will be sure to show the utmost respect, Chief Bomaroo.

Bugaloo: *the old Kong smiles and starts laughing* Well then, that be that! Now then, young'uns, tell us what brings you to the Great Swamp...what do you seek in this dangerous bayou we call home?

Desmond: ...We have been sent to find someone. A powerful being by the name of Xytos. He's an Immortal...a Demon. We have reason to believe he may be in hiding here in the swamp. We have no idea what he looks like exactly, but if he would resemble anyone, it would be Catia here...

Bugaloo: *the old Kong muses, placing a thoughtful hand on his chin as he listens* And...what do you plan to do with this person once you find 'em?

Desmond: Ask for their help. The Kingdom of Myrr is in danger. Nifelheim, King of Demons, and the rest of his race have returned from the dead, and we need his power in order to stand against the coming tide of war.

Bugaloo: *after contemplating for a few moments, the old Kong rises to his feet and walks over to the large dish of water he used for his rituals* The one you seek is indeed in the swamp, young Seether. Folks 'round here call him the "Burning Man", as everything that gets close to him is burned to a crisp should it mean him harm. *he passes his hand over the pool of water, its contents turning to mist as it rises into the air, showing an image of a red figure in the mist being welcomed by smaller, white figures* We met him on the border of the Swamp many, many years ago. He was lost, feeling he had no place in the world. We took him in, showed him the ways of the Swamp, *the image flashes to first, the white figures gathering around the red one and dancing with it joyously. Then, it shifts to a large, black mass forming in the mist and the red figure, standing alone before it and emitting a red light that forced the black mass to fade* and in return, he protected us from the Seething Horror within the Swamp...For the Horror and the Burning Man's peoples are natural enemies, according to him.

Desmond: *he watches the mists in awe* So he is here...do you know where he is, exactly?

Bugaloo: The Burning Man tends to keep to the innermost areas of the swamp, isolated from the rest of the world. However...it is that isolated area that is home to the Seething Horror's children...and the lost Seether Children whom it claims from your tribe. If you go there, those Seethers that attacked you before will be the least of your concerns....

Desmond: *he looks to Catia* We have a lead now...At least we know your father is here.


~Western Plains of Myrr~

Zigg: *as soon as Ruin's foot impacts him, his eyes widen as the sudden force actually sends him flying. He skids, stopping himself in the grass as his face remains serious* Damn...so that's your ability...Ruin the Mimic, known for her Curse, Copycat....it allows you to use the Sorceries or Curses of those around you, be them friend or foe....yep, definitely a pain in the ass...

Belphagor: AND THE HURT'S GONNA ONLY GET WORSE! *the demon roars in a monstrous, raspy voice as he leaps into the air and falls down at Zigg, bringing his sword down as it coats in Hellfire*

Zigg: *he faces the attack and catches the blade between his hands, snarling in pain as the Hellfire burns his hands but his Sorcery keeps healing him. He then roars and throws the sword and Belphagor with it to the side, crying out in pain as Belphagor turns the hilt slightly and slices Zigg across the chest. The Kong stumbles back and then hops forward, laying a forward kick to Belphagor that sends him through the earth in a large skid mark* Gotta deal with the Walking Torch as well....maaaaaaan, this is gonna be a major drag of a night....


~Grimoire Bastion, Arena~

Tonpetty: *he relaxes, letting out a jet of steam as he does so.* Frost is right...Team, we're moving out. We'll assist Frost with the protection of Krow until she recovers.

Pike: Woah woah woah, who put you in charge?

Argon: *he responds in his usual, calculating, emotionless tone* Since Commander Krow is currently incapacitated, Tonpetty assumes command of the Squadron until her recovery, as he is her Lieutenant.

Pike: *he sighs, looking utterly defeated* The Goat's in charge...this is gonna be fun.

Eliazar: *he stays quiet, not taking his eyes off Krow for a second. She was his Alpha, and he needed to protect her. As Frost made his exit, the group followed silently. It was clear that Krow's loss was weighing on all of them. But, from what Eliazar could tell, it wasn't that they themselves felt defeated...strangely, it was that they were concerned for Krow's well-being, a feeling that many Demons would consider weak. However, they all seemed to silently agree that they were concerned, and so would do anything they could to be of use to their Commander*


~Lord Nifelheim's Personal Dungeon~

Nifelheim: *the Demon King's voice enters the room like a hot wind, the cruel intent in it palpable as he spoke* Why, she means that Ezekiel the Traitor is dead, of course!~ *the Demon king saunters into the room calmly, his hands behind his back as his cloak trailed behind him. He had a twisted, smug smile adorning his face, and his eyes burned so bright, they could have burned a hole through a great oak if he stared too long. He then holds his hands out and large, black tendrils fly out. Grabbing Raven, they fling her onto a large Crucifix-like rack on the far end of the wall, chaining her there in one, deft motion. The remaining tendrils grab Mary and slam her into the ground, pinning her as they gather chains and bind her, stretching her out on the floor with her limbs out. The Demon King walks over her cruelly, stepping on her stomach and lingering painfully for a moment before stepping off her and walking across the room to Raven* You see, dear Mary, Raven has been my favorite toy for a long time....Viper and I have had such fun with her...caressing her beautiful body with hot irons, searing her lovely insides with controlled Hellfire, then repairing her with Vipers Dark Sciences....subjecting her body to various poisons, and then saving her when the sweet release of death was just within her grasp...but, the most delicious part....was forcing her to bear me my brood, Commander Krow and Commander Finn!~ *he runs his finger under Raven's chin in a sick, affectionate manner* You've become such a good little bird, haven't you? Why don't you sing for me?~ I have some news from the outside world that had yet to reach your ears, sweet Raven....*he looks back to Mary, smiling evilly as he explains* You see, we have kept her from the outside world for many years, and her knowledge on current events is...well, very out of date. Its so cute, hearing her whimper at night for the home she would have had, if we had not kidnapped her mere days after her wedding when she was moving to what would be her new home, out of retirement as a Knight...*he leans in close, smiling as he speaks to Raven* A small village out near Silvenheim in the Mortal Continent was destroyed about two years ago...by beast from Null. That village...was called Garuda Village....and among the casualties....*his evil grin hits a new height in ecstasy as he speaks* Was that fat, ugly little lout of a husband of yours, grown into an old man...what was his name again? oh yes....Odin Crewn!~


~Outside of Grimoire Bastion, the mountains of Dis~

???: *standing on one of the rock ledges is a being that appears to be made of pure darkness, much like Dire. However, his body is much bulkier, with no neck and a round mound for a head with two beady, red spheres for eyes. The creature uses its large, meaty hands as a visor as it looks out at the city, squinting his eyes. He then looks back, nodding to the person behind him*

Dire: *he nods and walks into the small ravine that he and the other members of Nigel's Rescue Party were using as a temporary base. He steps into the makeshift tent they were using and addresses the leader of the group* Helen, Nifelheim has left Grimoire Bastion's main palace and retreated to his private torture chambers beneath the city. Currently, the Half Mortal Commander, Krow, is incapacitated and Frost is only guarded by one Demon Warrior of Old, as well as a leaderless Krow Squadron. Wrath believes down would be the most appropriate time to strike, while the Demons are preoccupied getting ready for their campaign on Jotunheim. Your orders?
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Post by ShadowFantasy on 12/11/2016, 10:41 pm

~The Great Swamp~

Catia: *she nods* Yes. That's true. *she shifts uncomfortably* I-I'm still getting used to the idea that my father is a demon....At least he sounds like a decent man. That's good.

Bomaroo: *he laughs heartily* Yoooou have nothing to worry your pretty wings about little ooone. Why not rest here for the night and recover yoooour strength?

Catia: *she looks at Desmond* It's up to you Desmond. I don't mind getting up and returning to our search.


~Western Plains of Myrr~

Ruin: *she appears next to him, tapping his shoulder playfully and winking at him* Where ya lookin monkey boy? *She gives a quick spin and lays a roundhouse kick into Zigg's chest, easily sending him flying again* I'M OVER HERE! *she shouts after him, crouching down and vanishing once again. She appears in his path and gives a light hop, raising her iron-clad fist to smack him into the ground again* Monkey boy going down!


~Lord Nifelheim's Personal Dungeon~

Mary: *she cries out in pain as she feels Nifelheim's weight come off of her stomach, gritting her teeth through the pain. She knew her screams were exactly what he wanted and she didn't intend to give them to him easily*

Raven: *she hears the news about Odin from Nifelheim and her eyes widen, grief clouding them moments afterwards* O-Odin....He....No.... *tears form in her eyes and she closes her eyes, turning her head away from him*

Mary: *she looks over at her broken friend, a fond memory coming to her from days past....*


~Mary's Memory~

*It is a beautiful summer's day. Mary, Odin, Belwas and Eddard are all in a field together. Mary and Eddard were sparring while Belwas and Odin were watching on. Mary had just finished dealing a quick kick and a downward blast of wind to Eddard's body, planting him into the grass beneath their feet*

Mary: *she sighs as she watches Eddard struggle to his feet from getting beaten down by her in their latest sparring match* You're such a klutz Edd! How did you ever get to be a knight!

Eddard: *he gets up shakily from the last wind blast from Mary that had knocked him clean into the dirt. He spits out a little grass and frowns at her* It's not like I can predict your blasts of hot air that come out of your head! *he teases her*

Mary: *she growls at him* Why you little-!

Raven: That's enough you two. *from nearby, Raven walks up from the nearby village. She looks much younger and has a very toned body. Her hair had a slight sheen to it as she walked up to the little group, her multi-ringed spear quietly making tiny bell noises on her back as she moved. She wore a very casual, dark colored shirt and tight-fitting pants with loosely laced sandals on her feet. She smirks at Mary* If you're so inclined to beat someone to a pulp, why don't you try me on for size Mary?

Mary: *she rolls her eyes, shaking her head* Master Horvath said that we were only to spar amongst ourselves. Besides, with your rank I doubt I would ever really put a scratch on you. Much less put you in the dirt like I did Edd here.

Eddard: *he spits out some more dirt from his mouth, frowning at Mary* Ha ha very funny.... *he says sarcastically*

Odin: *he laughs, smiling happily at Raven* It's good to see you home Raven. How was your last mission?

Raven: *she sighs, her eyes clouding with grief* I had to strike down another younger soul today Odin....I know these missions are all for the good of the kingdom but.... *she holds her arm in comfort* I honestly don't know if it's really worth so much burden on my shoulders. Taking lives that are so young just feels....Wrong.

Belwas: *he puts a heavy, comforting hand on her shoulder* Stay strong Raven. One day everything will come to an end and then you won't have to kill anymore. *he gestures to the rest of the group* None of us will.

Eddard: My hope is that I won't have to take the life of anyone that doesn't deserve it. Young or old, that's a burden I really wouldn't like on my shoulders.

Raven: *she sighs again, smiling at them* Thank you everyone. I'm happy to have such good friends to come home to. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't come home to such good company. *she frowns and glares at Eddard and Mary* Even if two of them can't stop bickering over silly things all of the time.

Eddard and Mary: We don't bicker over everything! *they both say in unison, making them exchange confused looks as everyone else starts laughing*


~Lord Nifelheim's Personal Dungeon~

Mary: *her eyes tear up, making her shut her eyes tightly and look away. She couldn't bear to see her friend in so much pain*

Viper: *he cackles and lets his devil's arm poke through his fingers* Come now Miss Tritian~ That's no way to act while you're here! *he stabs Mary in the arm, making her cry out in both surprise and pain* That's better! Hahahaha!

Mary: *her arm begins to burn painfully and her muscles tense up in reaction to it* Stop it! If you're going to torture me, leave her out of it!

Viper: *he laughs madly as he looks to Nifelheim* Did you hear that your majesty? I think she wants to see her in more pain!


~Outside of Grimoire Bastion, the mountains of Dis~

Helen: *a pale skinned woman wearing a large, dark red robe is sitting at the far end of the tent. On her hands were massive steel gauntlets that looked as if they were several hundred times her own weight and half as big as she was. Despite the daunting appearance of her weapons, as she stood up it was obvious that she was just as pretty in the face. Her purple eyes sparkled slightly in the light as she walked to the center of the tent's main room, long silver hair that fell down just past her shoulder blades swaying gently as she moved. Visible underneath her robe it was clear that she was light colored pants and a white shirt underneath her robe. Her voice was timid but still held an air of command to it as she spoke* Now is as best a time as any Dire. If we're going to rescue Ser Frost from these demons, the sooner we strike the better our chances will be. *she reaches back for the hood that was attached to the head of her robe* I will lead the charge and keep them distracted. Once you have the target, signal our retreat immediately. The faster we move, the less time they will have to mobilize their forces to stop us. *she brings the hood up and suddenly she falls very silent. The room immediately grows tense as she walks past Dire. She looks up to the dark, bulky creature that was outside standing on one of the rock ledges. She gives it a silent nod before she crouches down. She gives a great leap, cracking the ground underneath where her feet once were as she falls from the mountain towards the Bastion. Moments later, she raises one of the large gauntlets on her hands and directs its force straight into one of the castle's turrets. The result is an earth-rattling crash that nearly makes the entire turret crumble underneath the weight of the sudden impact. As the alarms start to sound, she picks up a chunk of brick and mortar twice her size as if it were a pebble, hurling it at the nearest group of demons in an attempt to crush them and get their attention onto her*
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 12/13/2016, 6:27 am

~Bayou Kong Village~

Desmond: *he nods to Catia* We should at least eat and rest until morning. We'll set off at first light. The Great Swamp is generally safer during the day. At least we'll have our sight then.

Bugaloo: Koooo koooo! *he laughs, smiling* Wise decision! Now then, lets bring out the food! *with that, the Bayou Kong give a loud hoot, cheering as more pour into the great hut, carrying platters of cooked creatures from the Swamp as well as lush bog fruits, sour wines made from swamp berries, and various instruments for music. Within minutes, the hut was alive with a great feast. Bugaloo stands up, holding a large tooth of some kind that had been hollowed out into a large drinking mug filled with wine* WELCOME, TOOOO THE ANGEL GIRL AND THE SEETHER BOY! KOOOOO KOOOO! MAY THE BOG MISTS KEEP OUT FROM YOUR HOMES, AND MAY THE CREATURES ONLY ENTER AS YOUR EVENING MEAL! *with his blessing, the Kong all cheer and begin feasting, the party now in full swing*


~Western Plains of Myrr~

Belphagor: *as Zigg is sent flying down at him, his skull grins painfully as he takes his blade in both hands and swings with all his might, the flames coating the blade and turning it into a vast effigy of flame. The flames crash into Zigg, who channels his aura into his fists and releases a blast of Aural Manifestation energy to block the blade and propel himself away. He slides on the ground, loosing his balance as he painfully tumbles back and skips along the ground before catching himself and digging his feet into the earth to stop himself, leading deep, long ruts where his feet stopped* THAT ALL YOU GOT, MONKEY?!

Zigg: *he straightens his sunglasses and stands up* Alright...so, even if I enhance myself to the point of being able to shatter a mountain with my finger with my Sorcery, Ruin's just gonna mimic me and counter me, then by that time, all the damage to Flame Face will be negated and he'll be swinging back stronger...this is getting me nowhere. But, I got something the Pretty Kitty over there can't copy!~ Yo, Fluffy Tail! Check the Soul Sight...I hope you like Gold!~ *he grabs his right arm by the wrist as he feels his aura surge to his arm* Oh Soul of the Infinite One, Dwell within my arm and smite my foes....Apex Soul, Partial Transformation! *his arm suddenly explodes with light, transforming into its Apex Transformation once again* Having to use this twice in such short spans of time...*he grunts in pain, but grins* However...Lets see what you guys can do now...

Belphagor: *he uses his Soul Sight, looking as Zigg's soul burned with a bright, golden hue* He's not bluffing, Ruin...we got an Apex Soul on our hands!


~Lord Nifelheim's Personal Dungeon~

Nifelheim: *he cackles loudly* Yes, Miss Tritian! Scream some more for me, my dear!~ *he then looks right at the sobbing Raven, moving in close to her and planting a sick kiss on her cheek* Keep sobbing for me, little bird...Perhaps I'll make another Half-Mortal Commander to ease you pain!~ *he then turns his attention back to Mary* But...I'm not here for you, Raven...I'm here for young Mary....Yes, you see, I owe you for all those years ago, King's Shield! *he growls and punts Mary in the ribs, grinning as he then plants his foot on the spot he kicked, gently grinding his boot into it* I'm going to make you suffer. I won't use you for a brood-mare. No...I don't want your wretched bloodline to continue further. I will make you experience pain, agony, despair...and I will use the lash, and iron, and chains...Viper here will use his foulest poisons, his most intoxicating venoms, everything in his arsenal....however, Dear Mary...you will not be allowed to die. You will become Krow's Trophy, and also a warning to all who knew of yours and that wretched Eddard's tale...that this is the fate of the fools who would dare defy Nifelheim. But even with the lash, and chains, and irons, the poisons and venoms....nothing will compare to my favorite torture. For I will do the same things to Raven, as well, and you will watch in horror as the friend and mentor that your and the King's Blade looked up to...is violated mercilessly, and you are powerless to help them. This is your hell, Mary Tritian...and you crafted it the moment you were born!~ *as the scene pans out, the doors to the dungeon shut, and all that can be heard is Nifelheim and Viper's evil cackling, followed by a chorus of female screams layered within them*


~Grimoire Bastion~

Sodom: *as the bastion's walls shook, Sodom could feel something coming...a powerful, dark force. He immediately rose to his feet, feeling its intent was towards his charge, the captured Grand Inquisitor. He immediately dashes out, moving at blinding speed towards Helen's location. As soon as he sees her causing havoc, he stops, the boulder whizzing just past his head and taking out a large group of Demon grunts. He stands, silent, as the air begins to charge with energy, a wispy cloud of black smoke slowly forming around him as the energy leaks out from under his ragged covers. He lets out a depressed, focused sigh before reaching up and pulling the rags from his body in one, fluid motion. Sodom was a tall, well-built Demon with grey, ash-like skin and long, straight, black, flowing hair that hung down to his knees and remained swept back behind him. His face was youthful yet sad, with black markings that appeared to look like tears running down his face. He wore a black metal, harness-like chest piece with a flowing, black, scale-mail plateskirt that covered his legs completely to the ankle. His hands were adorned with sharp-fingered, black metal gauntlets that ran up his forearm until it hit his elbow. The cane-sized Catalyst in his hand began to surge with dark energy as a large, thick, black beam of energy suddenly sprang out from the focus end, forming a deadly blade of pure Malice Energy. He gives his weapon a few spins in his hand before casting his free hand forward and unleashing a large torrent of black lightning. As he unleashed the attack, Sodom lets out a baleful, woeful battle cry, as if his sorrow was giving his Malice even more strength*


~Grimoire Bastion, outside Krow and Frost's quarters~

Tonpetty: *he and the rest of Krow Squadron stood patiently with Frost as he cared for Krow. Eliazar and Argon stood watch at the door, while Tonpetty and Pike kept close to Frost and the Commander. As the alarms sounded from Helen's assault, Tonpetty huffs out a cloud of steam* An enemy raid?

Pike: Probably Avalon. The Mortals don't have the firepower to invade us, they'd just get crushed.

Tonpetty: Do not be so sure, Pike...we have their Inquisitor, as well as many other comrades of theirs. Who knows? Perhaps this is their attempts at a rescue?

Eliazar: *as Tonpetty and Pike chatted, his ears pick up. Something was coming...he could hear footsteps in the distance. But...his hearing must have been having a problem, because he could swear the sound was coming directly from a shadow in the corner of the room, being cast by one of Krow's reading chairs. He looks over, now suddenly catching a scent...but it smelled almost like Finn, Barbra, and Stelios...whatever that shadow was, it reeked of darkness.* Grrrrrr....

Argon: *he notices Eliazar's concern and immediately becomes tense* Eliazar? Whats wrong?...

Wrath: *suddenly, the shadow that Eliazar was glaring at explodes as a giant, humanoid form suddenly leaps out from the shadow and lands on Eliazar himself. The Vampyre snarls in pain as Wrath then roars at a startled Argon and grabs Eliazar by the neck, hurling him at the small Demon. Before Argon could shift his form, Eliazar crashes into him and the two are sent flying out of a nearby window*

Tonpetty: *he jumps up, casting his chair aside as he does so* ARGON! ELIAZAR! *he charges forward, meeting Wrath head-on as the two grapple to the ground, rolling as they layed into each other with powerful, thunderous blows*

Dire: *as Pike took wing and attempted to ambush Wrath from behind, another shadow, this time one on the ceiling being cast by the room's chandelier, begins to shimmer. Dire suddenly leaps out and lands on Pike's back, putting the Half-demon in a choke hold and forcing him to the ground. Within moments of struggling, Pike's body goes limp as he passes out from lack of oxygen. As Dire finishes his work on Pike, he watches Wrath finally pick Tonpetty up over his head and fling him out the same window he had thrown Argon and Eliazar. With the room now clear, Dire turns his attention to Frost, speaking softly as he does* Grand Inquisitor Frost? We are members of Commander Nigel's intelligence unit for the Vanguard. We have been sent to rescue you. I am Dire, partner to Commander Nigel. This is Wrath, another Shameless One from Null, like myself. His Master, the leader of this mission, Agent Helen, is currently drawing the attention of the enemy so that we might make our escape...come, let us make haste, before any other Demons notice that she is a diversion....
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by ShadowFantasy on 12/14/2016, 9:45 pm

~Western Plains of Myrr~


Ruin: *her ears flick as she stands up straight, staring at Zigg's soul with a less than amused face* So it's going to be like that is it? *hellfire starts to wreathe around her arms and her face turns into an excited grin* Fine then! Let's go monkey boy! *she raises her arms, smacking her fists together and causing a small explosion of hellfire in the process. Then she crouches back down like an animal and disappears. The very next hit is a fast kick to Zigg's chest, her small, lithe body letting her sneak between his guard. On contact with his body, an explosion of hellfire rings out over the plains of Myrr, adding an extra kick to her attack. She then twists her body around back to all fours as she vanishes once more behind him, her fist reared back to swing a straight punch into Zigg's back as he flies backwards*


~Grimoire Bastion~

Helen: *she silently picks up a large chunk of brick and mortar, holding it in front of her like a shield as the lightning hits it and flings her back a short ways. She gives a small flip to recover from the impact of the attack, her giant gauntlets skidding on the ground as she crouches down to all fours, staring at him. Without a word or sound, she digs her fingers into the ground, picking up a chunk of the ground twice her size and hurling it at him. Then she follows the chunk of rock closely behind to launch a heavy punch at him if he destroyed it*


~Grimoire Bastion, Outside Krow and Frost's Quarters~

Frost: *he sighs as he hears the rescue party announce their presence to him, calmly finishing up his letter to Krow and sealing it shut* Finally.... *he sets the letter next to Krow's bed, a small smile crossing his lips as he gazes upon her sleeping form. He had to admit that she was recovering quickly despite being in Sorcerial Hyperventilation. With a heavy sigh, he leaves the room and goes to see his rescuers. His face is one of little amusement as he sees them, closing the door patiently behind him* You have some of the worst and the best timing I have ever seen. While I will not refuse the rescue attempt, I would have preferred to stay a little longer to ensure that Miss Krow recovered on her own. *he sighs once again and walks over to them* Well, let's go home. And quickly before his majesty realizes what's going on up here. *he tells them, knowing that moving quickly would be the only way to ensure this rescue attempt's success*
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 1/18/2017, 10:46 am

~Western Plains of Myrr~

Zigg: *he moves to bring his fist right at Ruin, however a loud throb suddenly emits from his arm as he doubles over mid-air in pain. Ruin's fist connects, and Zigg is flung like an arrow right back at a waiting Belphagor*

Belphagor: *as Zigg is flung backwards, Belphagor roars out and cackles in delight as he runs head-long at Zigg and and catches him with his bare, flaming hand by the face* I'M GONNA PLANT ME A DRAGON-PUKE TREE! *he roars in delight as he lifts Zigg up and slams him head-first into the ground, planting Zigg's whole head and shoulders underground before letting his skull sneer and sizzle a bit* AAAAAAND NOW THE COUP DE GRAS! *he roars with all his might, cackling wildly as he shoots a powerful blast of flames down his hand and into the ground, a large pillar of fire suddenly exploding from where Zigg is buried. Belphagor laughs as his entire arm as well as Zigg is engulfed in flames, his jawbone clacking as he laughs* AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! SCALY TREE-CLIMBER, EXTRA CRISPY! *he sneers one last time at the shadow burning in the inferno before turning his head to Ruin* Oi! Mouse-Eater! What do you think hap-*suddenly, Belphagor is silenced by a sleek, silver foot hitting his face, his jaw completely dislocating as his flames suddenly go out. After what feels like a moment of him hovering there, Belphagor is launched so hard, a sonic cone forms around his form as he skips painfully across the field, his body rag-dolling lifelessly as it finally crashes deep into a crater.*

"Zigg?": *as the inferno continues to rage on, the silhouette of Zigg's body begins to move, pulling the leg back in as it brings both legs to the ground and tugs twice, finally pulling itself free of the ground. In the flames, Zigg's hair seems to writhe and roil, like serpents as the figure turns to Ruin. Suddenly, a grey flash appears where Zigg's right eye should be and a loud, piercing, beast-like shriek suddenly explodes out, blowing away the fire and emitting a force that near levels the entire field. Amidst the smoke, Zigg's form is still slightly obscured, however, a single, silver eye gleams and glares right at Ruin. The voice that echoes out sounds like a strange double over. It was a dominantly female voice with a raspy, violent hiss to it, with Zigg's voice underlying it.* Aaaaaaaah....to think, that Marley would be pushed to this point...that he loses his will to hold Our mind at bay....So then, a wretched child of Dis stands before Us?...How arrogant. Were it any other occasion, We would leave you as naught but a smear upon this wretched hive of Mortals...However, We are feeling generous in Our moment of freedom...Depart, Infernal Maggot. Leave the broken shell of a comrade of yours behind, and keep your life as a token of Our esteem. Refuse...and Our Infinite wrath shall be brought to bear, in all its weight, upon you. Look upon Our form, Demon...and know who it is you bear those claws at...


~Grimore Bastion~

Sodom: *he growls miserably before screaming out and cleaving forward with his blade, cutting the stone in half, He follows through on the punch, glaring with sobbing fury as his fist is coated in black sparks. Both their fists collide, unleashing a vast force wave that blows the debris around them within a 30 meter radius apart*


~Grimoire Bastion, Outside Krow and Frost's Quarters~

Dire: *he nods, promptly sinking into the ground, only to appear behind Frost. He wraps one arm around Frost's waist, the other slinking up his chest and grabbing his neck as Dire prepares to depart* Forgive me, Inquisitor...but before I take you to Silvenheim, there is someone who requires your presences first...soon, all will be made clear. *with that, Dire closes his eyes and falls back, dragging Frost with him as they disappear into the floor*

Wrath: *the large creature lets out a grumble before going to the window and reaching out with his mind to Helen* Helen...we have the Inquisitor...disengage and return to Null...the Headmaster will want to speak with the Inquisitor...meet him and Dire there. I will return to Nigel and report on the mission.
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Post by ShadowFantasy on 1/19/2017, 6:56 am

~Western Plains of Myrr~

Ruin: *she falls on her butt for a moment, staring up at the monstrous form of Zigg before hearing the Apex Soul's dragon offer her the chance to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she looks from Belphagor to Zigg before waving to him* Well since you're in such a good mood.... *she grins at Belphagor* Good luck Belphy! Bye! *she then makes a comical exit, using Zigg's copied speed to practically vanish from sight*


~Grimoire Bastion~

Helen: She gives an acrobatic flip from the shockwave and lands, a long, chain-like tail with a sharp, barbed tip appearing from underneath her cloak and digging into the ground as she skids backwards. Hearing Wrath's report, she stands back up straight as her tail lashes back and forth. After a moment of glaring at Sodom, she gives him a smug smirk from underneath her hood before turning around. Dark energy charges into her fist and sparks as she punches the air in front of her, a portal opening up that crackles and sparks with energy. It starts to close almost as soon as it opens, an endless darkness visible on the other side of the portal. Just before she passes through it, she turns around and gives Sodom another smug smirk before walking into it. It then promptly closes behind her, leaving almost no trace that she was ever there*


~Somewhere in Null~

Frost: *when he emerges in Null, all he can see is the inky, dark void of nothingness. He moves Dire's hands away from him before standing up. Just by looking around he could see that he was in a dark place. A cavern with no light maybe? He looks over as Helen walks up, still cloaked with her hood up* Are you a part of the team that rescued me? *she simply nods, making him more curious* Dire told me that I was to meet someone here....Where is here exactly?

Helen: *she doesn't reply, staying silent as she turns around and walks off into the darkness*

Frost: *he exhales through his nose out of irritation* The silent type....Why do women always have to be so complicated.... *he grumbles as he slowly follows her. They are in silence for a good while before Helen finally stops in front of a large opening in what seems like a non-existent wall. She looks to Frost for a moment before her eyes move in a way that suggests that he follow her inside. He frowns but still follows her as she leads him through the dark cave. There was very little light; only enough that he could see. Suddenly she stops and bows her head, making Frost walk up to stand beside her. She didn't move after she had bowed her head, making him give quite the comically confused look* What is it now? Groff fall down a well and can't get out? *he teases her, trying to get a reaction out of her*

Helen: *she stays silent, ignoring him very well despite the rude comment*
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 2/20/2017, 5:03 am

~Western Plains of Myrr~


"Zigg?": *with a deep, guttural sigh, the Apex Dragon turns an looks at Belphagor, its eye narrowing* We suppose this one will suffice...Marley can't return empty-handed. If they should discover Our temporary revival, everything will be ruined....but, We must make sure to use this time wisely...*the being looks to the sky, its eye growing softer as it looks up at the clouds* Our King....Our Love....Our great Father, please, hear Our cry...and use this information well....Long reign Avalon....*with that, the creature then rears back and lets out a deep, high-pitched roar that sends a sonic wave out and into the sky. The Apex Dragon had no doubt that its cry would reach its intended ears. With that, the creature then strides over to Belphagor, kneeling as it examined his body. His wounds were already healing, the ashes flowing off him in the wind as his body repairs itself* This infernal maggot will be awake soon....We shall sleep a while longer, until the time is right...for now, We will allow this fool to continue playing Mortal Knight...But, when the time comes, We shall have our vengeance...and right the wrong committed by that wretched Crewn cur... *with that, the Apex Dragon shuts its eye, its head falling as its hair goes limp. In moments, the silver armor falls from Zigg's body like skin being shed, and fades to smoke upon touching the scorched earth. Zigg's eyes flicker open, his body swaying as he suddenly catches himself, clutching his head and groaning in pain, his voice now returned to normal*


Zigg: Ugh...what happened? *he looks around the battlefield, rising as he does so* Sheesh...it looks like a falling star crashed into this place...*he looks over at Belphagor, surprise forming on his face* Oh yeah, I was fighting those two Demons! Wait....where's the other one?...*he glances around, realization slowly dawning on him as his face turns to one of horrified shock* Wait...how long was I out for?! I must have lost control! This is NOT good! *suddenly, Belphagor begins to groan as his body slowly starts shifting. However, before Belphagor can even open his eyes, Zigg immediately leaps onto him and delivers a swift, powerful jab to the Demon's forehead, a sickening crack ringing out as Belphagor goes unconscious again, his skull slowly beginning to repair itself* Ain't no way I'm letting you wake up after that....*he looks up as the smoke in the sky begins to disappear, the night's canopy clear in the sky. Zigg the reaches into his pants pockets, retrieving his sunglasses as he glances at the sky, staring at the stars and moon in order to determine the time* Hmmm...doesn't look like I was out for long...What did that evil bitch do while I was out?....*he grows serious tapping his foot as he thinks hard on the matter. Finally, he shakes his head as if to clear it* I can't think about it now...I gotta get this angry red ass-hat back to Gale's. There, we can make some bindings so I can transport him to Silvenheim proper...If Zephyr and them are really looking for Xytos, bringing them another Hellfire Knight might be a good idea. *he walks over to Belphagor, lifting his unconscious body up onto his shoulder like a sack of grain* C'mon, buddy. You're coming with me...



~Somewhere in Null~


???: *suddenly, out from the darkness in front of Frost and Helen echoes the sound of armored footsteps. Out from the inky blackness steps a single Knight, clad in what appeared to be shining, almost silver full armor that covered the knight's slim yet strong form. Around his waist hung a leather belt embossed with images of ghostly figures, dancing around a group of figures with a drum, a violin, and a pair of pan pipes. Hanging from the belt was a long, thin, straight sword that appeared to be styled after a rapier, but with a thicker blade that most likely meant the sword was designed for narrow piercing as well as cutting. From the appearance of the blade's pommel, the sword was clearly made from high-quality Dragon Bone, meaning the man before Frost most likely was a Knight of Myrr at one point. He even sported a dark, night blue cloth sash that draped around his hips loosely, the crest of the Myrrian Kingdom emblazoned in white on it. The Knight's face was completely covered by a silver full-helm, his eyes hidden behind the crack of his visor. As the knight strode forward, he spoke with a strong, yet casual tone. However, there was no questioning from his posture and stride that he was the one Helen was bowing to.* You'll have to forgive Helen, Ser Frost. Even getting her to chuckle is an endeavor I have been diligently at work towards for years...but, sadly, to no avail. Joking aside....*he reaches up and removes his helm, revealing his face. The Knight was handsome, with a strong jawline and chin but soft, grass green eyes. His hair was a bark brown color and was cut short, spiking naturally as he ran one hand through his hair to fix the helmet hair. Across his left eye, there was a long, pink scar that ran down his cheek to his jawline, the eye in the socket a blind, milky white. However, with all of these factors considered, the knight held a familiar air to him, as if Frost had met him somewhere before* You and I have much to discuss, and little time to speak in. You are one of the few people in the world that will become instrumental to the survival of not only the Mortals, but all of our world as a whole. I hope you are ready, young man....What I am about to share with you is the truth of this world...



~The next morning, Silvenheim Forest, right outside the gates~


Belphagor: I SAID UNHAND ME, YOU STINKING MORTAL APE! *the Demon was bound by a large sheet of Dragon Iron as thick as a fist, and was being carried on Zigg’s shoulder. When he was unconscious, Zigg was capable of using his full speed and power to travel to Silvenheim, covering a great distance from Gale’s to the forest outside the city easily. However, now that Belphagor was awake, all of Zigg’s power was being put into keeping him from wriggling out as he walked. The Demon had, upon awakening, already ignited his skull for battle and was now blowing fire in the air from his mouth, hoping to hit Zigg with a blast. However, the Kong was easily able to avoid each fire blast, further adding to Belphagor’s irritated rage.* I SWEAR TO NIFELHEIM, IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUT OF THIS, I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE FOREST TO THE GROUND!


Zigg: *he groans as he leans his head to the side, avoiding a fireball as it whizzed past his head, leaving a trail of smoke* Do you ever shut up, man?! You know, I was having a nice walk here until you had to wake your unpleasant ass up! Only reason I’m not going upside your head right now is because it would take way too much effort to knock you out right now, so don’t get a big head! *he sniffs the smoke, realizing he smells burning hair. His eyes widen behind his sunglasses as he then looks at the trajectory of the fireball and sees that it scorched off a portion of his dread locks. Zigg then looks at Belphagor over his sunglasses, clearly annoyed* REALLY, DUDE?! YOU COULDN’T JUST LET THE DREADS BE?!


Belphagor: *as Zigg is about to take a step, Belphagor’s eyes shoot down to the road beneath them. He suddenly lets out a shocked gasp* STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! *Zigg stops right in place, surprised by the suddenly shout* DON’T YOU DARE TAKE THAT STEP!


Zigg: *he sighs, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples in irritation with his free hand* Ugggh….okay, I’ll bite….What?


Belphagor: YOUR FEET, BANANA BREATH! LOOK AT WHERE YOU WERE GONNA STEP!


Zigg: *he looks down at the road, noticing a large boulder that had been shoved deep into the ground below them. On the boulder was a large, deep crack that ran all the way to the end of its edge, meeting the rest of the road* ….It's a crack.


Belphagor: “It’s a crack.”....OF COURSE ITS A CRACK, YOU UNCULTURED SIMIAN! YOU WOULD BE SO CALLOUS AS TO CARELESSLY BRING HARM TO YOUR MOTHER’S SPINE?!


Zigg: *he blinks for a second, processing what Belphagor just said before suddenly groaning out loud* You really BELIEVE that superstitious garbage?! Dude, pick up a book and put more knowledge into that skull, less flames!


Belphagor: I’VE SAID IT ONCE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN! BAD LUCK IS THE END OF EMPIRES!


Zigg: *he sighs, his face flat with annoyance as he rests his foot down, avoiding the crack*


Belphagor: Goooood! Now let me down!


Zigg: *the Kong gives a heave ho before steping forward and driving Belphagor head-first into the boulder, smashing Belphagor’s face right into the crack* There! If your momma’s back isn’t hurting now, it will be since I hit you so hard your whole family probably felt it! *he lifts Belphagor up, peeling his bone face off the rock. As he does, a few teeth fall to the ground from Belphagor’s mouth.*


Belphagor: *once he is back up on Zigg’s shoulder, he looks at the Kong with a look of utter contempt, many of his teeth now missing and his skull cracked as it begins to sizzle and heal itself, new teeth beginning to already poke out from where the old ones used to be* I. Hate. You.


Zigg: Yeah, you’re about to hate me even more...We’re here.~ *he stops, revealing that the two of them have arrived right outside Silvenheim’s gates* OOOOOOOOY! YOU GUYS! WAKE UP THE KING’S KNIGHTS ALREADY! ITS ZIGG, AND I CAUGHT ME A DEMON!


Guard: *on one of the city walls’ turrets, one of the guard sentries was napping blissfully as he waited for his shift to end. As soon as Zigg shouts out to him, the guard snaps awake. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looks down at the gates, shocked to see Commander Zigg of the Vanguard carrying a Demon. He immediately runs over to the other side of the turret, yelling down to the other guards in the courtyard below* SEND WORD TO THE KING AND THE KING’S KNIGHTS! SER ZIGG HAS RETURNED WITH A PRISONER! *with that, the guards immediately run off, each heading in different directions in order to arrive at each King’s Knight’s keep and the Royal Palace.



~Silvenheim Palace~


Garlith: *he was sitting calmly in his throne, speaking with Nigel and the large form of Wrath, who stood beside him* I see...so Ser Frost has been rescued successfully, and is being looked over for any injury or disease by your subordinates, Commander? Excellent. I knew that I could count on you, Commander Nigel.


Nigel: *he tips his top hat politely, smiling at the praise from Garlith* His Majesty is far too generous. It was Agent Helen and her compatriot, Wrath, who rescued Ser Frost. All the honor belongs to them.


Garlith: Then we shall see to it that they are rewarded handsomely for their service. *he nods to Wrath, smiling pleasantly* Thank you, to you and your partner. You have my sincerest gratitude.


Wrath: *he closes his eyes and bows his head respectfully, as if to say thanks*


Guardsman: *one of the City Watch suddenly runs into the throne room, taking a knee the minute he enters Garlith’s presence* MY KING! SER ZIGG HAS RETURNED FROM FORGER GALE’S! HE BRINGS WITH HIM TROUBLING TIDINGS, AND A PRISONER! A DEMON, WHO’S FACE IS NOT BUT A BURNING SKULL!


Garlith: *his eyes widen when he hears “Burning Skull”* Belphagor...the Berserker Demon has been defeated by Commander Zigg? Very well! Inform Zephyr and Ember that we have another Hellfire Knight! Have Zephyr go and meet Zigg, along with the King’s Knights and Brave Companions, at the gates! However, make sure that Ember is kept back! We have no idea if this is a trap set by Grimoire and Nifelheim...Belphagor was known as the most murderous of the Hellfire Knights. He could have let himself be captured in order to gain entry into the city…



~Loria Company, Keep~


Argyle: *as the morning sun began to crack through the window of his and Loria’s room, he stirs himself out from sleep. As he began to stretch out of bed, he felt his hand touch something. Looking next to him, he smiles at the sleeping form of Loria. She appeared peaceful, and he couldn’t help but reach a hand over and brush a strand of her hair out from her face, petting her cheek lovingly and letting his hand linger before rising out of bed and walking over to a mirror. As he looked himself over, he made his way over to the armor stand near the bed and began clothes. He wore a simple, azure cloth shirt and simple, brown cloth pants, his feet bare as he then made his way out of the room and down the hall. He stops as he passes Cameron’s room, looking in and smiling as he saw Cameron, sound asleep in her bed. He nods at the scene, content that his foster daughter was still able to sleep and dream peacefully. As he made his way down the hall to Loria’s personal kitchen, he heard the sound of the Keep’s front door bell being sounded. He immediately walks down the hall and towards the Keep’s feasting hall, where the main entrance was. He made his way to the large doors, leading to the keep’s front gate, and opens them. A single Guardsman is standing there, breathing heavily* Yes? Catch your breath, Soldier...you clearly have something very important to say.


Guard: *he manages to wheeze out a groan of thanks before catching his breath. He then takes a deep breath and speaks* Ser Argyle! You and Ser Loria are needed at the city gates immediately! Ser Zigg has returned from Forger Gale’s, with a Demon Prisoner in tow! His Majesty has decreed that all King’s Knights and Brave Companions save for Ser Ember are to head to the gates immediately!


Argyle: *he nods briskly* Very well. I will tell Ser Loria immediately. Dismissed, Soldier.


Guard: *the guard salutes Argyle and runs off, heading back to the city gates*


Argyle: *he immediately goes back inside and walks straight back to Loria’s room. He then walks over to Loria and gently nudges her to wake her* Loria...my love, we need to get our armor ready. Zigg has returned, and he has a Demon prisoner with him...His Majesty, King Garlith needs us to be at the gates to receive them…



~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~


Nifelheim: *he is sitting in his black throne, heat and anger radiating off him like a mist as he stares down Tonpetty, Pike, Argon, and Eliazar. His heavy breathing indicated that he was indeed keeping his anger in check, and was exerting a large amount of effort to do so* Were it any other….ANY OTHER group of Half-Demon lowlife trash, I would have the four of you fed to the Half-Dragons after being torn to pieces! In fact, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have the lot of you executed for your gross incompetence!? You not only let two beings of Null into my city...but you also let them take our prisoner! The one I was grooming specifically for my plans to eradicate the Mortals! I had him believing he was playing us...a few more weeks, and he would have joined us on his own accord, and we would know EVERYTHING about the Mortals of this era….But now, not only has he escaped, but if those Mortals get word to the Jotun about our plans for an invasion, our element of surprise will be lost! If this campaign goes up in flames because of your four...I swear I’ll-


Baphamet: *he raises a hand, interrupting the Demon King with a respectful, hesitant voice* If I may, My Lord, they were indeed ambushed. Warrior Sodom had been drawn away, and with Lord Kroan and yourself occupied in the Dungeons, we would have had no one with the Malice Potential to sense them coming…


Nifelheim: *his anger now turns to Baphamet, his eyes seeming to sear the small goat Demon as he glowers at him* Careful, Baphamet...your words bring you to a treacherous slope…


Baphamet: What I mean, My Lord, is that perhaps death would be too...final...a punishment? *he looks to Krow Squadron* Which of you was in command at the time?


Tonpetty: *he steps forward and drops to his knees* I was, Father...Lord Nifelheim...I take full responsibility for the failure of our team. We failed the Commander, and Your Majesty. I offer...all that I am as payment for this bungle.


Nifelheim: *he looks to Tonpetty, his eyes softening slightly and taking a more intrigued, sadistic light* You would offer yourself willingly, and accept the blame for all of your team?


Tonpetty: Commander Krow, if placed in the same situation, would do the same, My Lord...as her Lieutenant, it is only fitting that I follow her example. *he lowers his head and closes his eyes* If my head will satiate your anger, My Lord...then it is yours.


Pike: *he and the rest of the team shift uneasily. They knew there was no convincing Tonpetty to take that back, and even then, they doubted Nifelheim would allow him to. He had just taken all of the King’s blame, and focused it onto himself instead of his allies, and this was something that seemed to have garnered some respect from them* I’ll say this...The Commander was right to make him her second…


Nifelheim: *he smirks and then begins chuckling* Well well! It would appear you’re more reliable than I gave you credit for, Tonpetty...Baphamet should be proud, to have such an excellent soldier and war machine for a son...Very well. I have a good idea what your punishment will be, but...I wish to know how Commander Krow will react to it. When she awakens, we shall present her with my idea, and if she agrees, we will proceed. If not...then I will let her deal with you as she sees fit. However...if that is the case….I will strongly urge her to consider DISPOSAL...I may find your willingness to accept responsibility amusing, but I have no use for weak-minded failures… *he then looks to Salazar, who was standing among the Demons in his court* Tell me, Spymaster, what news of my rogue Hellfire Knights?


Salazar: *he steps forward, speaking in his usual tone* I had awoken Ruin, knowing she would be the best candidate to wake the others while I set in motion our spy network in Silvenheim. This “Piper”, who you had running my intelligence network prior to my awakening...he is talented, I’ll hand him that. We already have Silvenheim crawling with informants. The Mortals will make for Jotunheim soon. If Grom can reach Titan’s Rook before them, the war will be ours. However, if the Mortals and Giants form an alliance...we may have a much less one-sided battle on our hands.


Nifelheim: *he muses silently before continuing* And what of Xytos?...


Salazar: I had sent my young apprentice, Aamir, and his two lovely assistants to find and deal with him. However….they were promptly humiliated. It would seem that the old commander of the Hellfire Knights does not wish to be found….


Nifelheim: *he growls, squeezing the arm of his throne in simmering anger* Xytos...that damned treacherous deserter...I kill one traitor, and another sprouts up in his place! They are like accursed weeds! I-....*he looks back to Krow Squadron, a smile forming on his face as the gears in his head turn maliciously* I need a distraction...something to take my mind off such matters, and ease the burden that these treacherous curs have inflicted upon my already burdened mind...Tonpetty, would you like to know what your punishment will be?


Tonpetty: *he lets out a cloud of steam from his nose before nodding cautiously*


Nifelheim: *his smile grows as he speaks* Commander Krow had her duel...now you will get yours. You, Tonpetty, will meet the Lieutenant of Finn Squadron, Diavolo, in the arena for a private show for only myself, Commander Krow, and the rest of the Infernal Nobles present...and it will be a fight...To. The. Death.
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Post by ShadowFantasy on 2/20/2017, 10:21 pm

~Silvenheim, Loria's Quarters~

Loria: *she feels something nudging her and slowly she stirs, unable to help letting out a tiny groan of discomfort. Awakening that morning was uncomfortable, a queasiness stuck inside of her stomach that was making it difficult for her to get up and out of bed* Argyle....Please do me a big favor....Could you fetch me something for my stomach? I'm not feeling the best today....


~Silvenheim, Town~

Terran: *he groans as Karn informs him of what was going on* You gotta be kidding me....of all the times for me to get up, his majesty is making us go to the gates this early in the morning?

Karn: *a bead of sweat goes down the side of his head* It's nearly midday already Terran....How do you sleep so much and yet remain a knight?

Terran: *he frowns at him* Oh don't even get me started Karn. I wonder the same exact thing about you and your workaholic attitude.

Karn: *he sighs* I would disagree with you but you would not be the first to tell me that I should relax a little more.

Terran: *he nods, walking in front of him and proceeding to move backwards as the two were headed towards the city gates. While both knights were equipped with their weaponry, Terran his new sword and Karn his new sword and shield, neither were wearing their armor* Exactly! You and I need to go out to pubs more man. You would have a much better time doing your job if you took a break every once in a while.

Karn: *he narrows his eyes at him* Every once in a while is fine Terran. Lazing about like you do isn't.

Terran: *he rolls his eyes and turns around, adjusting his pace so that he was walking beside his comrade once again* So I'm a little lazy. I do my job well enough when it's needed.

Karn: *he sighs* If you were to apply yourself during your knightly duties as well as you did in combat then you would be a much higher ranked knight than you are now. Does that not bother you?

Terran: *he shakes his head, moving his hands behind it in his usual lazy posture* Yeah right. I'm perfectly happy with my knightly position as it is. Unlike you, I don't feel the need to please his majesty as much as I possibly can. Besides, I've saved everyone's arses more than once before. I think everyone knows I can handle myself in a fight if the situation calls for it.

Karn: Bear that in mind the next time you need help against a foe whose might surpasses your own Terran.

Terran: Like you wouldn't help me if I really needed it.

Karn: *he grumbles something inaudible, knowing that Terran was right but still needing to bite back a sharp retort*


~Silvenheim, City Gates~

Guard 1: *he's sitting atop the gates, waiting for the King's Knights and the Brave companions to arrive. He as well as one other guard look excessively bored as they're waiting* When are they supposed to arrive here? I know that Ser Zigg probably has a good hold on that demon he caught but that doesn't change the fact that he could lose his grip any mo-! *he's cut off as a lithe black shadow rushes past his face and darts around to land on the very edge of the wall facing the outside of the city*

Zephyr: *he looks back at the guards, having flew to the city gates as quickly as he could once he'd heard the news of Belphagor having been captured. He has his usual mask on over his face, only one of his crimson red eyes showing as he stares back at the guard who had just been complaining about the knights and reinforcements coming to help transport Belphagor* You would do well to hold your tongue mortal....Just because the King's Knights are slow does not mean we all are.

Guard 2: *he smiles awkwardly, trying his best to stand at a salute despite shaking in his greaves* Z-Zephyr sir! We were just-

Zephyr: *he narrows his eye at them* Complaining about the sluggish reactions of your comrades. It is early morning and not every man, woman or child will be as quick as me to snap themselves awake to do their duties. You would do well to remember that.

Guards: Y-Yes sir!

Zephyr: *turning back to the area beyond the city walls, Zephyr gives a simple step forward and lets himself fall straight down over the city walls. Just before hitting the ground his wings appear in a flash of black energy and he starts speeding forward away from Silvenheim, quickly spotting Zigg and darting around him once in a circle before lighting down in front of him* Good morning Zigg. *His eye lands onto Belphagor* Belphagor....looking lovely as always....I see you're a tad bit stuck.... *he jokes dryly*


~The Great Swamp~

Bomaroo: *he is in the middle of explaining the dangers that Desmond and Catia would face within the deepest parts of the Great Swamp* ....And don't forget now, if you encounter some big old monster, you tooooo high tail it out of there like your life depends on it! Because it very well might! OOKOOKOOKOOKOOKOO!!

Catia: *she gives Bomaroo a respectful bow and a light flit of her angelic wings* Thank you so much for your help Chief Bomaroo. We really appreciate everything that you've done for us. *she stands back up straight and smiles at him* We'll do our best to stay out of trouble so that we might meet again. Perhaps with the Burning Man in tow!

Bomaroo: *he laughs heartily* That's the spirit girly! Now then, off you goooo! OOKOOKOOKOOKOO!! We'll all be eagerly awaiting your return! *he trudges off back towards the village*

Catia: *she smiles at Desmond pleasantly* Now that we've gotten a nice warm meal and a good night's rest, I think we can handle whatever big, bad monster is lurking in the deepest parts of your home swamp. Bomaroo did say that my father was probably wandering around here somewhere. But I guess he's the least of our worries isn't he?


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Krow: *the sounds of some demon guards outside the throne room hurriedly rushing out of the way of someone can be heard as the doors are shoved open on the other side of the room. A very irritated Krow can be seen entering the throne room. However, unlike before her fight with Grom, her hair had actually maintained the length that it had grown to during her rather explosive transformation. She was sporting her usual casually worn sleeveless black shirt but her worn pants had two loosely fit belts tied around her waist in a relaxed x-shape. Some black energy was still on her hands and forearms but it looked as if it were only a temporary side effect of her explosive use of power from before. Her eyes had changed as well, now a soft brown color as opposed to their usually menacing scarlet red. In fact, if one were to make the connection, she looked remarkably more like her mother now than she had before* Alright....Which one of you wants to explain to me why Frost is gone? *she glares daggers straight at her squadron, clearly unhappy that one of her 'trophies' had disappeared* Well? Fess up!
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 2/22/2017, 11:05 pm

~Silvenheim, Loria's Quarters~

Argyle: *he smiles and nods* I'll go fetch you some ginger tea. That should help ease your stomach. *he turns and exits, heading straight to Loria's personal kitchen. Within a few moments, he returns with a hot cup of ginger tea, the sweet smell of the ginger wafting lightly as he offered the cup to her* Here, this should help. Its a recipe my grandfather taught me. He said it was taught to him by an old student of his, a girl who had an extraordinary talent for cooking. He said she was the Shield that fought alongside Ser Eddard, the famous "Roaring Gale", Mary Tritian.


~Silvenheim City Gates~

Belphagor: *his eyes widen when he sees Zephyr, his thrashing growing more violent* First Lieutenant! Thank Nifelheim you're here! Quick, use those Malice Arts you learned during your time in the Warriors of Old to knock this dumb ape out and free me! He's a hazard to my luck and.... why are you just standing there doing nothing?! *as he had been babbling on, he noticed Zephyr was making no signs of hostility towards Zigg. If anything, he seemed to greet him as an ally. Shock, awe, and possibly even a look of pained betrayal soon set in as the fires around Belphagor's skull slowly died* ....what's going on here?...

Zigg: Maaaan, Zephyr, you got here just in time! This angry ball of burning agitation has been messing with my mojo hard! *he grabs his burned locks of hair, showing them to Zephyr in comical annoyance* SEE THIS?! THESE DREAD TOOK MY GAME TO A NEW LEVEL, AND HE DONE BURNED 'EM UP!

Belphagor: *realization slowly dawns on his face as he begins to sizzle and the fires begin to rise again around his skull* You.....YOU GOD-DAMNED TRAITOR! THIS MUST BE WHY EMBER WAS ABLE TO GET KIDNAPPED BY THE MORTALS IN THE FIRST PLACE! YOU PROBABLY SOLD HER, THEN BRAINWASHED HER INTO FALLING FOR THAT MUTE BRUTE!

Zigg: *he lays a swift jab to Belphagor's face* Oy! Don't bad mouth my man Forcestus! Dude's got a good head on his shoulders! 

Belphagor: *he spits a tooth out, glowering back at Zephyr and surprisingly ignoring Zigg* First the Captain loses heart and abandons us right before the battle....now this....Maybe Lord Nifelheim was right...we Hellfire Knights are a disgrace...Well, are you here to end me, "brother"?! Then get it over with! Just know that though I join the Demon's Soul yet again, I will forever curse the names of you and anyone else who corrupted and brainwashed our Princess!

Zigg: ....*he looks at Zephyr, a look of utter disbelief on his face* Either Nifelheim has these guys worshiping him on some next-level kinda crap, or this guy is denser than Wyald and Shagga combined!

Shagga: HEY! I HEARD THAT, MARLEY! *the Brave Companions come into view, walking past the gates towards Zigg, Zephyr, and Belphagor* Well well well! If it ain't old Faceless, coming to burn the biscuits again just by smelling them! This is honestly too rich, Belphagor!~

Belphagor: Grrrr.....Giant's Bane and the rest of the Companions....*he notices, however, that Ember was strangely absent* Where's the Princess!? What did you animals do to her?!

Belwas: *he raises an eyebrow, confused at Belphagor's question* We didn't do anything to her?....

Wyald: Hey, Zigg, I think you hit him one too many times in the head! OOOOOOKIKIKIKIKIKIKI!



~The Great Swamp~

Desmond: *looking cautiously ahead, he takes a deep breath before he begins to trek through the murk yet again* You have no idea...the Deep Swamp is a place only two types of people from my Tribe are sent...either Warriors, looking for the blessings of our Deep God, or....children, sent in as sacrifices to its hunger...guess which one I was. *as the two continue to trek deeper into the swamp, the canopy of trees becomes denser and denser, blocking off the sunlight more and more. After what felt like an hour of trudging through the mire, the area around them was so dark it was almost as if it was night. Desmond looks around, the sounds of various wildlife around them letting out a chorus of calls in the inky dark* I can barely see my hand in front of my face, and I don't want to waste energy on Mystic Focus to enhance my eyesight...*he reaches back to Catia, still looking around cautiously* Catia, would you reach into our travel pack and hand me a torch? A little light would be better than none, and now that we're rested we should be able to fight off anything that might come after the light....


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Tonpetty: *her entire squadron was silent. None of them could even look her in the eye, so great was their shame. Finally, Tonpetty spoke up* It was my fault. The enemy got the drop on us, Commander. Before we knew it, they were on top of us, and the larger one had flung myself, Argon, and Eliazar from the window. Pike fared longer, and the smaller one had to incapacitate him. I take full responsibility for this failure, and submit myself to yours and Lord Nifelheim's judgement....

Nifelheim: *he smiles to Krow* My dear Krow, Tonpetty's failure was truly...bothersome, however, due to evidence brought to light by good Baphamet, we believe his incompetence is not entirely his fault...and so, we have devised a fitting punishment. Tonpetty, in three hours time, will meet Diavolo of Finn Squadron in the arena for a private show, for the viewing pleasures of this court as well as yourself.~ Winner leaves with honor, laurels, and their head. Loser...leaves on a body cart. However, if this is unsatisfactory for you, we can always terminate this one...after all, he is only a basic Half Mortal soldier, and can easily be replaced with a more....updated model.~
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Post by ShadowFantasy on 2/23/2017, 7:17 am

~Silvenheim, Loria's Quarters~

Loria: *she gratefully accepts the tea, carefully sitting up and beginning to sip at it* Thank you Argyle. I think maybe I should see Ser Sol soon. He might be able to give me some more information about what I should be expecting from everything that's happening. *she takes another sip of the tea before continuing* Why don't you head on out without me? I'll just catch up when this tea starts to take effect. If that's all the same to you I mean. I would hate to be the one to slow you down on your knightly duties.


~Silvenheim City Gates~

Zephyr: *he cooly stares at Belphagor, not at all phased by his accusations* It would seem that you were horribly misinformed Belphagor....Please, allow me to shed some light on the current situation. *he stands up straight, folding his wings against his back as he begins his explanation* Lady Ember is safe and sound I assure you. We made sure to keep her back for fear of you attacking her and trying to force her back home. I can also assure you that none of us have been brainwashed at all as you call it. Ember and I are both here of our own accord. In fact, I went straight to her following my own awakening from my tomb. Granted....I was welcomed back to the world of the living with quite the thrashing from Miss Lily....

Lily: *she waves from Shagga's shoulder, giggling and laughing* That's me! Hehe! It was his fault for not fighting back though! He was only interested in Ember's location.

Zephyr: *he seems to ignore Lily's statement as he continues* I learned the full situation from her but it wasn't anything that I hadn't already suspected in the first place. At this current moment in time King Garlith has sent out a knight and a young girl whom Wyald had taken under his wing as a demon hunter's apprentice. They are out searching for the Captain in the Great Swamp. Meanwhile we are assembling all of the Hellfire Knights to fight alongside Lady Ember once again. Lady Ember has also made it very clear that she does not wish to leave the mortal's side of the war. She feels as if her place is here amongst them rather than with the other demons. She said that she didn't feel as if she were wanted there and has had a peaceful time with the mortal's. More so than with the other demons. *he crosses his arms over his chest* So rest assured Belphagor, you are not wrong when you say that we are betraying our own kind to fight alongside her once again. But I have made my peace with it and have decided to fight by her side until the end. Whether or not you choose to do so is up to you. But do know that if you refuse, we won't be able to just let you go back to Lord Nifelheim.


~The Great Swamp~

Catia: *she can't help but giggle as her voice starts to echo out as an angelic song. A bunch of bright orbs of light start to appear around the two of them as she reaches for the torch and hands it to him* Here you go. Sorry I couldn't exactly see either....What do you mean by things coming after our light though...? *she sounds a little worried, looking around nervously*


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Krow: *her face is scrunched up as she looks from her squadron to Nifelheim and then back to her squadron. She was clearly irritated but for once, no malicious energy was coming from her. She was clearly angry! Yet....no malice could be felt from her as she lets out an exasperated sigh* Personally I think you should've at least died trying to keep Frost out of the hands of the enemy again. At least then you would've kept some of my squadron's honor intact! *she puts her hands on her hips and looks straight at all of them* You're all a disgraceful bunch of misfits! I'm out for a few hours and I lose Frost due to your incompetence. *she takes a deep breath before addressing Nifelheim, kneeling to him* My sincerest apologies Lord Nifelheim. Were I at my full strength I would punish them myself. But I believe your eminence's idea is much better than any punishment I could give them. *she smiles up at him* A duel to the death it is. *she looks at Tonpetty as she finishes* And Tonpetty had better put up a good fight. I will not have you smearing my reputation on the castle walls by losing again without giving it everything you have. Is that understood?
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 5/12/2017, 6:34 am

~Silvenheim, Loria's Quarters~

Argyle: *he nods, leaning in and placing a loving peck on Loria's cheek before walking over to his armor stand and dressing himself* Just be sure not to push yourself, alright? Last thing I want is you or the baby getting into trouble... *as he places his azure cloak around his neck, he couldn't help but think about all that was going on...He found out who his mother and father really were, that his entire life had been one big secret, and that now he was walking in his own father's footsteps and becoming a Knight, all in the span of a few years. It was a lot to take in, but Argyle shook his head, kicking the thoughts to the back of his mind. He couldn't worry about himself...he had too much else to worry about. Loria, the baby, the Kingdom, the war against the Infernals, and the mysteries behind Null. Then there was that creature they encountered at Tide Hunter's Wharf, that massive thing that swam beneath their boat. Whatever it was, Argyle didn't like it. As he continued to think, his face was clearly becoming more and more troubled as he mindlessly continued to put on his armor, tying his grieves on absentmindedly*



~Silvenheim City Gates~

Belphagor: *as he listens to Zephyr's explanation, the fires around his skull die down and his flesh slowly re-forms on his face. Finally, by the time Zephyr finishes, Belphagor's face had already been restored to its regular, handsome form.* So Ember really did leave on her own....why didn't she take us with her? Surely she knows we would have gone with her! Ember was...Ember was....



~Belphagor's Flashback~

Belphagor: *He and a tall male Demon with a rugged patch of beard curving around his jawline, ashen gray skin, and short, spiky black hair hidden beneath a black, broad-rimmed rancher hat seemed to be arguing about something. The Demon that Belphagor was comically debating with was clad in a black leather vest with no undershirt, a pair of black cloth pants with full iron grieves and boots, with bare hands and a strange belt slung around his waist. On the belt, two strange devices that looked oddly like Eastern pistols hung from his hips. The Demon was getting blasted by Belphagor's yelling, so much so that he had to hold onto his hat* -AND ONE MORE THING, YOUR LOVE OF POSTERIOR IS A PERVERSION GOMORRAH! A SICK PERVERSION THAT HAS NO BUSINESS AROUND THE PRINCESS!

Gomorrah: *the demon spoke in a smooth, rich accent that made him sound like a rancher or cowboy, his foot tapping as he contained his rage* Oh come off it, Belphagor! I don't bring no Giant women around the Keep anyway, so why do you care?!

Belphagor: BECAUSE, OH HEINOUS ANUS, ITS PRINCESS EMBER'S REPUTATION AS WELL AS OUR OWN THAT YOUR RISK DRAGGING THROUGH THE MUD!

Gomorrah: *before he could retort, a set of female Demon hands suddenly rest on Gomorrah and Belphagor's heads. Without warning, the two are driven face-first into each other, their noses cracking painfully as their heads bash together. They both fall back, clutching their faces as they begin to heal. Gomorrah looks up at who hit him and grows* Damn it, Teach! That hurt!

Belphagor: *his eyes are streaming with tears as he glares up as well* OW! AURORA, WITH FRIENDS LIKE YOU, I DON'T NEED BAD LUCK!

Aurora: *the she-Demon who had banged Belphagor and Gomorrah's heads together was tall and voluptuous, with long red hair that seemed to flow off her head like fire and was tied back into a large, flowing ponytail. Her skin was a light, creamy orange color and her nails were perfectly filed, with her eyes shining red like two rubies. She wore a large, broad-rimmed hat with a large, elegant, white feather sticking out from the left side. Over her left eye, she wore what appeared to be a monocle with the pattern of an intricate crosshairs made from demonic runes etched into the lense. She wore a white, large-sleeved dress shirt with a red corset, with a pair of black leather tracking pants and black combat boots adorning her legs. She smirked, a playful warmness coming off her as she shook her head at them* That will be enough of that, you two. We can’t have the Commander of the Raiders and the Commander of the Cavalry ripping each other to pieces before we even leave for the Mortal Lands. Besides, the Princess would be embarrassed if two of her top officers made mincemeat of each other before the campaign even began.

Kari: *standing next to Aurora was a short Demon girl with ashen gray skin and a youthful appearance. However, beneath her pigtails and piercing pink eyes, one could see a void where all emotion should be. She wore a long, black overcoat that formed to her slight frame perfectly, with four belts wrapping up her torso to hold it in place. On her hip hung an abnormally large Demon Catalyst, looking like the hilt of some type of massive blade, easily the size of the girl herself. Folded behind her back were two large, flowing, black wings that gave her the appearance of an ashen angel. As she looked between Belphagor and Gomorrah, She let out a light sigh before looking up to the Demon who stood before all of them. Atop a large, craggy piece of rock that jutted out from Dis’ landscape, stood the Commander of the Hellfire Knights himself. As she spoke, her voice was soft and emotionless, talking in a drab monotone* Commander Xytos...we are ready for deployment.

Xytos: *The Captain stood tall and proud atop his perch, scanning the entirety of the battalion. Nearly three thousand Demon Warriors strong. A small battalion, to be sure, but still he felt as if he would rather fight alongside these brave three thousand than any army four times their size. His armor seemed to glow with a powerful, intense heat as he rested his arms on his great sword, which he had stabbed into the crag to create an armrest for himself. With a slight groan, he stands straight and takes his blade in hand, swinging it out from the ground and resting it on his shoulder. He turns his head, looking directly to the Officers under his command. With a smile and a slight nod, he jumps off the crag and lands among them* Then we move to meet Princess Ember and Lieutenant Zephyr. Ruin should have secured our vessels for the voyage to the Mortal Continent. Hellfire Knights, to arms! For our Princess, and for Dis!

Hellfire Knights: *all the present Knights raise their fists in response* FOR THE PRINCESS!



~Silvenheim Gates~

Belphagor: ...Ember was our lives! The only reason that Nifelheim didn’t discard any of us! She was the reason we all fought so hard for so long! We shed our blood, our sweat, our tears, all for her! Yes, “Lord Nifelheim” is our King, but he would also throw any of us to the hounds at a moment’s notice if it would further his campaign! But Princess Ember...she said she would gladly give her life to keep us safe! *his head hangs low, sorrow clearly enveloping him* Why, Dis, oh why?....*he looks up at Xytos, determination in his eyes now* Is Princess Ember truly in there? If so, I would speak to her. You and the monkey can keep me chained up for all I care, but just let me see Ember! Let me look upon her Soul once more with these Eyes...so I can know the truth for myself...please, Zephyr...If Ember is truly as happy as you say, then I will have no problem turning my back on Nifelheim, Legion, and all those evil bastards who had the gall to lie about our Princess!

Shagga: *he crosses his arms, looking hard at Belphagor* You would turn your back on your own people? Just like that?

Belphagor: No offense, Giants-Bane, but my loyalty is to Princess Ember and Ember only. “My people” would have seen me fighting beasts and being torn apart by Nifelheim’s deranged scientist, Viper, purely because I “Can’t follow orders” according to Mephistopheles….

Belwas: *he looks to Zephyr* What’s your call, Zephyr? Argyle and the others should be coming soon.



~The Great Swamp~

Desmond: I mean predators...the Great Swamp is easily the most dangerous environment in all of Myrr…..and the reason for that is the creatures that live in the deep swamp. *as they moved deeper and deeper into the swamp, Desmond could feel as though the swamp itself was shifting, rushing around them slowly as they moved. Finally, they came to a large clearing in the bog. It was a vast, partially submerged sand bar that formed a crescent beach before a large, black mass of water that reflected the light of the orbs like a mirror on its surface* ...something feels weird. *he looks back to Catia, concern in his eyes* How long were we walking for? I lost track of time in the darkness. *suddenly, the soft sound of something breaching the water’s surface and gliding back into the gloom below echoes out behind Desmond. He goes completely still, moving his hand back to the handle of one of his shotel blades before glancing back at the inky, black depths before them* ….We are not alone. *suddenly, the water explodes violently as a black mass suddenly rises up from the water. The creature appeared to be a large, black-skinned salamander-like beast with blue, glowing orbs lining its back in two rows. Its stomach begins to ripple and glow a bright, neon blue as the creature growls. Its eyes, located at the sides of its head, roll forward and look directly at Desmond. The creature’s cheeks and neck suddenly expand like a great frog’s as it roars violently at Desmond, a wave of blue energy suddenly flowing out and hitting Desmond hard. He feels his body slowly start to grow cold and week as he begins to shiver in the water, his hand barely being able to grip his sword* S-s-sorcerical Hyperventilation?! B-but I didn’t even use my S-s-sorcery or Mystic Focus!

Creature: *the monster begins to bare down on Catia and Desmond, slowly crawling onto the beach. As it does, it lets out a strange, deep, croaking sound that sounded, to Desmond and Catia’s horror, almost like it was laughing at them*

Desmond: *he starts to stumble back, looking back to Catia with terror in his eyes* Go! I’ll hold it off! RUN CATIA! RUN!


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Tonpetty: *he keeps his eyes low, only looking up at Krow when she addresses him directly. He nods, not finding the words to speak. How could he? The shame he bore was enough to silence any Demon.*

Nifelheim: *he smiles, pleased with Krow’s answer. He then waves off Krow Squadron casually, returning to his lounging position on his throne* You’re dismissed, Krow Squadron. Except for you, dear Krow!....I have something absolutely delicious that I must share with you….*his eyes flicker, like smoldering coals* Call it….a way for your squadron to redeem itself. Tell me, Krow, feel like making history?
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by ShadowFantasy on 5/14/2017, 5:11 am

~Silvenheim, Loria's Quarters~

Loria: *she continues to sip her tea, staring at the bed for a few moments before gazing up at Argyle. She notices his troubled expression and her face slowly begins to turn to worry of its own* Argyle? Is everything alright?


~Silvenheim City Gates~

Karnage: *he and Terran arrive, Karn clad in full armor and Terran wearing his newest weapon on his back. He nods to Ser Belwas and the other companions as he and Terran join the others, addressing Zephyr as he caught the tail end of the conversation* My apologies for arriving so late Zephyr. What do you think we should do?

Zephyr: *he stares back at Karn for a few moments as his eye glows briefly with his soul sight. Moments later he closes his one visible eye underneath his mask and lets out a sigh* Seems that the princess is not going to give me much choice....

Ember: *a commotion can be heard near the city gates as Ember starts to struggle to push her way past the other Knights* Let me through dammit! I want to see him! *she demands childishly, growling as Terran kneels down to grab her by the crest of her neck to keep her back*

Terran: You know why we can't just let you talk to him Ember. Whether he was a friend to you in the past or not, we simply don't trust him.

Ember: *her body begins to heat up but slowly her fox-like ears droop slightly and her tails fall limp, acknowledging that Terran was right. She looks over at Belphagor, sadness in her eyes. But within them also lied something else, something that was clearly visible within her soul; a twinkle of relief and hope*

Zephyr: *he lets out a breath from his nose underneath his mask and looks to Belphagor* There you are. Her stubbornness has granted you one look at her soul. I suggest you use this opportunity before the other Mortals take her back into the city. *he tells him sternly. While he meant well, he knew that Belphagor was easily one of the most dangerous of Ember's Hellfire Knights. That told him to remain cautious no matter what he said....*


~The Great Swamp~

Catia: *Fear began to creep into the angelic girl's body as she gazed upon the lizard-like creature in front of her. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn around and run away, to do as Desmond said and live to fight another day. But yet another part of her knew that despite everything that Desmond was saying, he would die if she simply just left him here. The adrenaline pulsing through her body, she forms a spell seal to her right side and draws her devil's arm from it. Though she was no swordsmen unlike her fiery counterpart, she could shoot. Transforming the weapon from sword form to bow form, the girl's voice begins to echo out and around within the forest. A large spell seal briefly appears beneath her feet before she vanishes from sight. She reappears near Desmond before a barrage of five light arrows fire from her bow and hit their marks. But it wasn't of any use; once the smoke from the attack cleared, it was obvious that energy-based attacks couldn't scratch this creature. As she hears its croaking, twisted laughter at her attempt to defend Desmond, she shakily stands in front of him. Her grip on her bow was shaky and fear continued to go through her consciousness. Was this the end of her? Surely Cordelia wouldn't just let her die....right? As the creature's stomach rippled again to fire another draining roar at her, she couldn't help but shut her eyes tightly and raise her hands in front of her body in a futile attempt to block the inevitable* Gods above, help us! *she yells*

???: *a loud demonic roar can be heard from what seems like miles away, the roar suddenly growing loud enough to shake the entire forest to its core. A light sparks to life nearby, suddenly erupting into a massive shape of orange, red and black flames. A massive, humanoid creature crashing through the forest next to Catia and Desmond and straight into the salamander-like creature. In a vicious, dramatic movement, the creature effortlessly tosses the monster into a nearby tree. The resulting crash nearly topples the tree in the process. But another primal roar from the new, hellfire consumed beast and it's upon it once more. It grabs it by the neck and tosses it backwards into the now burning swamp muck. The huge, jaw-like blade in the burning monsters other hand comes around and slams down into the creature's body, bouncing it up and out of the muck as another swift kick sends it careening into another tree. This time the attack had enough force behind it to send it through the first few trees in its path and give a nice cracking sound as it impacts the fourth tree in its flight path. A triumphant, demonic roar is heard from the burning monster as it crouches down low. Two molten wings spread from its back as it seems to get into a ready stance, waiting for the lizard-like creature to get back up and come back for him*

Catia: *her eyes slowly open as the carnage settles down, her eyes widening as she finally gets a much better look at her rescuer. It was definitely humanoid in shape but bore much more monstrous, demon-like qualities than any normal creature. It easily towered over both her and Desmond, not only being nearly three times her own size but covered in an extremely dense layer of bubbling hellfire. It was so thick that it was almost as if it were the creature's armor, the massive, jaw-like sword in its hand being its sword. It only had three fingers on either hand but its face was easily the most monstrous part of its form. Four, long fangs came from all four sides of its mouth as well as two rows of viciously sharp, molten teeth. The entire creature's form seemed to move as if boiling magma from Myrr's core had spilled onto its form and never cooled. But that wasn't the strangest part. As Catia looked, writhing chains seemed to have formed from the middle of the crest of her neck and lashed themselves to the creatures sword less left arm. They had an almost ghostly appearance. She didn't need her soul sight to know who this creature really was* F-Fa....FATHER!!! *she shouts, the creature momentarily breaking its focus as it turned its head to gaze at her*

Xytos: *a small smile spreads on his massive forms face, happy to see that his own daughter recognized his power. But his job wasn't done yet. No sooner had his eyes been taken off of the monster from before did he hear the roar of the creature's breath attack. Raising his form's sword in front of himself, the breath weapon impacts his blade and temporarily removes the liquid hellfire from its surface. Mere moments later however, more liquid hellfire bubbles up onto its surface to replace it as the creature attempts to bite down onto his arm. Though the attack succeeds and the liquid hellfire there begins to get soaked up like some twisted sort of sponge, a sharp crack to the back of its neck from his other fist followed by another brutal throw sends it spiraling away into another tree. Wasting no more time, he lets out a loud roar and charges after it, clearly wanting to protect Catia and Desmond from its wrath as much as possible*

Catia: *with a quick shake of her head, her mind refocuses back to Desmond's situation. She begins to sing as a seal is placed just above Desmond's body. Four stars form around the border of it and she carefully takes Desmond's hand and moves it to other side of the seal* Desmond....I was never going to leave you in the first place....Now please.... *the seal begins to glow brightly as she closes her eyes and places her other hand to the other side of the seal* Take my strength and fight with us! *the seal crackles violently as a blue liquid begins to flow into Desmond's arm, slowly restoring his mystic energy as Catia steadily begins to grow weaker. Though Cordelia was nowhere to be found, she wasn't just going to let him die here. Not if there was something she could do to help it!*


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Krow: *her eyes seem to hold some confusion to them as she looks up at Lord Nifelheim and narrows her eyes* Make history....? What would you require of me Lord Nifelheim? Rest assured, I am still his majesty's faithful servant. I will do whatever it is that you ask of me.
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Re: Myrr Saga: War of the Infernals

Post by Zazul on 5/18/2017, 2:13 am

~Silvenheim, Loria's Quarters~

Argyle: *he looks up, Loria snapping him out of his thoughts. He smiles, trying his best to reassure Loria* Oh, I'm fine. Just got a lot on my mind is all. *he stands up, inspecting himself so that he didn't miss anything before going to a corner of the room, his Dragon Fang Murokumo sitting in its sheath, as if it was waiting for him. With his blade now slung over his back, he takes a moment to stand in the doorway, collecting himself before looking back at Loria and giving her one more smile* I'm heading out now. Meet the rest of us at the Palace after you've seen Ser Sol, okay? And please, Loria, try not to push yourself. *he nods to her, raising a fist slightly as a goodbye as he exits the room, making his way out of the barracks and towards the City Gates*


~Silvenheim, City Gates~

Belphagor: *of all the members of the Hellfire Knights, Belphagor was known as the one with the most potent Soul Sight. So potent was it, that Belphagor could use it to peer into a person's deepest depths. It was literally impossible to keep a secret from Belphagor when he was looking at you with his Soul Sight, or "These Eyes" as he called them. His eyes flicker with light as he activates his Soul Sight, wasting no time as he peers into Ember's soul and through it, her very mind. After what seems to be several minutes of him just staring at her, tears begin to well up in Belphagor's eyes. His Soul Sight flickers off as he stares at Ember, his face appearing completely disarmed by what he had witnessed in her soul. What he witnessed was a vast, swirling vortex of emotion. Yes, there was sorrow and regret, but those shades were overwhelmed by others. Love, happiness, fulfillment, satisfaction, friendship. It was all Belphagor could do not to suddenly start sobbing from the sheer weight that these feelings poured into his chest.* So...beautiful...*his body completely relaxes, going limp as he hangs his head* To think, you were so happy to have finally found a way out...And we had no idea that what you would find would bring your soul such beauty, such light...*he looks to Zephyr, nodding slowly* I understand now...First Lieutenant....No, we're not in Nifelheim's army anymore....Zephyr, we Hellfire Knights have been gravely deceived. I will tell you, the Princess, and your Mortal King everything I know. Belphagor, the Burning Horror, now stands with the Mortal Kingdom.

Dolph: *he listens to Belphagor, musing at his words* There is no falseness in his words, good Zephyr. It would seem that Belphagor has seen the light.

Belwas: It looks like we have a new ally...

Argyle: *as the group continues talking, Argyle finally arrives to catch the last part of the conversation* A new ally, Uncle Belwas?

Belwas: *he turns, smiling to Argyle and greeting him with a clash of wrists* Good to see you, Argyle. Belphagor was just learning the truth of what transpired with Ember's defection years ago.

Argyle: *he nods and looks to Belphagor, smiling at him pleasantly* Well then, any friend of Ember's is a friend of mine! A pleasure to meet you, Belphagor! I'm Argyle Crewn, the current King's Shield!

Belphagor: Crewn?! WHAT THE HELL IS ONE OF THOSE CRAZY BASTARDS DOING HERE?! I THOUGHT HORVATH AND HIS BRAT KIDS WERE THE LAST!

Argyle: Huh?

Belphagor: Back during the first Immortal War, when Felix was making his Exodus from Avalon, he was helped by a powerful Warrior clan. These guys were freaking monsters! Killing Dragons left and right, even Demons weren't safe! The one that stood at their head, right beneath the chief, was the guy you call Horvath, and he lead the Crewn Clan members who participated in the War. Of course, most of them were slaughtered during the Exodus. They used arts they picked up from the Eastern Lands during their travels, since they were some kind of nomad clan or what have you. Either way, you Crewns are bad luck! KEEP AWAY!

Argyle: I assure you, sir, I am by no means "bad luck". Zephyr and Ember seem to trust me enough to want to work with me. Does that strike you as "bad luck"?

Belphagor: *a look of curious surprise forms on Belphagor's face at Argyle's statement* They do? This I gotta see...*his eyes suddenly flicker with light as his Soul Sight activates, looking deep into Argyle's soul. However, unlike with Ember, his face remains hard. Occasionally, his eyebrows rise as if he saw something that surprised him, but his expression remained the same as he analyzed Argyle down to the core*

Zigg: *he gives Belphagor an annoyed eye* You see all you want to see, buddy? A lot of us are...protective of the kid.

Belphagor: *his eyes flicker off as he nods* I can see why. Kid, I can't tell if you're just hard like the rest of your bloodline, or if you're a complete maniac...but if Zephyr and Ember trust you, I might as well give you the benefit of the doubt. Just know this...They may have joined your little "Company" or what have you, but I won't be doing any such thing. I take orders from Ember and Captain Xytos, and only them. Besides....*his flesh bubbles a little before simmering slightly and dying down* Your soul reminds me of someone who used to really piss me off...I don't think I'd make a good subordinate under those circumstances...


~The Great Swamp~

Desmond: *he grits his teeth, stopping them from chattering as he feels his body heat return to him through Catia's healing. He rises up to his feet, his shotels clutched firmly in his grip as he looks back to Catia and nods, ready and eager to fight. He dashes forward, using his Mystic Focus to enhance his speed and reflexes in his legs as he dashes across the water, running around Xytos and the creature as they wrestled in the water. The creature lets out a loud, throaty roar as it sinks its teeth into Xytos' shoulder, the sounds of the liquid Hellfire hissing in its mouth as it absorbs the energy from it mixing with the creature's growls and Xytos' roars of anger. Desmond crouches low, spotting a log jutting out from the water like a pillar. He leaps forward and hops off the pillar, using it for a boost so he could sail high above the creature's head. He falls forward, landing perfectly on the creature's back and immediately digging one of his shotel blades into the creature's hide. With a loud, enraged gasp, the creature lets go of Xytos and immediately twists its body, moving to try and catch Desmond in its jaws. However, the Knight rolls off just in time as the creature slithers out of Xytos' grip upon moving for the bite. Desmond then brings his Shotel to either side of his body, crouching low* Energy won't work on it....so....*he then dashes forwards, using a burst of energy from his Mystic Focus to propel himself forward at the creature's tail. Sharpening his reflexes as he dashes, he nimbly scales up the creature's tail as if it was a balance beam. Upon reaching the base of its tale, Desmond releases another burst, moving so fast that he become a gray blur that launches off the Creature's head and lands in one of the trees. Moments later, the creature howls in agony as the orbs on its back are sliced off, shaved by Desmond's blades* I'll do what my old master taught me to do best....And cut this thing up like a fish!

Creature: *the beast lets out a croaking, whimpering sound as it examines its wounds on its back, finally locking its large eyes on Desmond. It growls, lumbering forward as energy begins to surge forth from within its stomach, causing it to turn a glowing blue color. The creature roars, but this time, instead of a psychic wave that robs energy, it fired a beam of blue light that scorches the ground it crosses, creating a trail of explosions in the water as the beam travels straight at Desmond*

Desmond: *his eyes widen as he leaps off the tree, barely avoiding the initial beam. However, the following explosion catches him, flinging him hard and causing him to skip painfully across the surface of the water. He stops himself, using one of his shotel blades to help prop himself up. However, he notices something....the familiar, dark ring that surrounded his vision was gone, and his face felt lighter. He moves his hand up to his face, feeling not the touch of his mask, but his bare flesh. When he withdrew his hand, blood stained it slightly. His mask must have been destroyed either in the explosion, or when he was skipping across the water. He growls to himself, wincing in pain slightly as he tries to steady himself.*

Creature: *the creature roars again, this time charging straight for Desmond and barreling at him with all its fury, prepared to mow the young knight down*


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Tonpetty: *he and the other members of Krow Squadron make their exit, unable to speak. They could barely even look at Krow as they left, knowing full well that they would get a real reaming from her later. For now, all Tonpetty could do was let his thoughts swirl. As they made their way out, he lets out one last puff of steam. However, this one was not like the ones he was releasing out of shame. Never the less, the Demon Guards couldn't help but snicker at the group as they left. However, Tonpetty knew one thing that they didn't. That Krow knew her squad mates as well as she knew her own hands, and that the message of his last steam release would surely reach her.*

Nifelheim: *as Krow Squadron made its exit, the Demon King holds his hands high. Flames of red Hellfire surge forth from his palms, creating a vast window of Hellfire above him. Floating in the window was the image of a vast, black cloth covered in what appeared to be small, horned figures performing certain feats or tasks. The cloth appeared old, ancient, and seemed to surge as if it were made from black, screaming faces that could find no sound for their agony. Nifelheim then stands and makes his way gracefully to Krow's side, taking her under his arm as his cloak swirls around them. He motions to the image with his hand as he speaks, smiling evilly as his voice crackles like a warm, smoldering hearth* Behold, dear Krow...The Annals of Demonhood. In my own capital, I have this vast tapestry hung above my own throne. Do you know what the Annals record? *he grins wickedly before answering* All of the deeds, both horrible and epic, done in the name of Demonkind and Dis. You see? *he gestures to the bottom of the tapestry, where the cloth seems to smolder as if it was alive. At the bottom, right before the smoldering end, was the image of a Demon with beautiful wings made from obsidian gems raining red death upon what looked like a vast fortress' outline, etched into the cloth* You are already there, my dear....You're feats have not gone unnoticed.~ But, there is one feat on this great record of our people that none have added, that none have ever accomplished....I want the next image carved into this great tapestry of evil to be one that will be sung throughout the ages...the slaying of an Elder Dragon by Demon hands! However, there can be only one Demon fit for such a task...I must send my strongest, my most trusted subordinate to do this wonderful deed. And so, young Krow, I shall send....you.
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Post by ShadowFantasy on 5/18/2017, 5:37 am

~Silvenheim, City Gates~

Zephyr: *he sighs and his devil's arms appear on his wrists in a flash of black, crackling energy. The sharp, curved, claw-like blades shined in the light as he raises one of them above his head* With the negotiations complete, I now release you to Ember's servitude as a Hellfire Knight once more. *a swipe of his blades downwards and a swift slash of black malice energy cuts straight through the chains binding Belphagor, freeing him*

Terran: *he lets go of Ember and sighs, scratching his head* Remind me never to cross him....

Ember: *she rushes forward after being released from Terran's grasp and barrels straight into Belphagor, happily hugging him with her tails wagging back and forth rapidly* Thank the gods you're back Belphy!

Karn: *he chuckles* 'Belphy'? Nice pet name.

Terran: *he laughs at Karn's observation* Indeed it is! Probably better than what nicknames Ember's given us though!

Zephyr: *his claws vanish once more as he turns around and starts to head back into the city* You would do well to at least attempt to bond with some of the Royal and King's Knights here Belphagor. They are not all bad people. *he says to him as he heads into the city in a calm, cool stride*


~The Great Swamp~

Xytos: *he lets out a loud roar and charges straight for the creature, catching him with his forearm and flinging it up into the air. A large flap of his wings later and he's upon it once again, his massive blade raised above his head to strike. With a powerful downwards swing, he sends the creature flying downwards into the swamp water once again*

Catia: *her spell now complete, she sinks into the water and closes her eyes. Her strength was mostly useless in this encounter. She wanted to help but....how? then a voice comes to her in her mind, taking her by surprise as a warm light begins to envelop her. Flames begin to lick her body gently as she's pulled up from the water by a force only visible to those with soul sight*

Cordelia: You gonna just let the men take care of business or what? If you're tired then switch with me! I won't let that boy die without putting up a fight!

Catia: *as she feels Cordelia's power enter her body, she feels the rush of the water nearby and the soft movement of a hard object rub up against her body. Two halves of a cracked masquerade's mask are seen floating there. As she feels her soul switching with Cordelia's power, she takes the two halves of the mask and narrows her eyes at them. As her body takes on Cordelia's characteristic's, she lets out a low growl as the mask is stowed away in her pocket for later* Kick that ugly monster's ass Cordelia! No one hurts Desmond and gets away with it!

Cordelia: *with control of the girl's body finally shifted to her completely, she gives Catia a grin and leaps into the air, the water spilling off of her body as flames flow to her back into two large wings* Hey you overgrown lizard! Up here!

Xytos: *as he hears the distorted voice of his daughter above him, he looks up only for the sockets of what should be his eyes widen in surprise. His daughter was above him, taking flight on wings of flame just like he uses. And above her head was a massive, swirling ball of demonic flames. Wasting no time, he grabs the creature by its neck and gives it one last cut with his blade before flinging it up to Catia to attack*

Catia: *with a yell, she hurls the ball of flames at the creature and produces her devil's arm. A spell seal appears behind her as she twists her body to let her feet touch the circle. Her angelic voice rings out across the swamp as four rings of light appear in front of her, all with the same mystic runes and patterns splayed out on them. Vaulting off of the spell seal under her feet, she rockets through the rings, all of them further increasing her speed as she uses the extra boost as a means to slash straight into the creature's body. The mach speed slash cleanly cuts the creature straight across the belly, cutting deep into its abdomen as she uses three spell circles to slow her descent onto the top of the water. One last spell seal forms underneath her feet, keeping her body on top of the water as her aura begins to burn with nearly identical mystical power to Xytos' own. From her aura alone, it was easy to tell that she was indeed Xytos' daughter*


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Krow: *she stares at the tapestry, smiling ever so proudly at her visage that was emblazoned on the very bottom of it, destroying the Giant's fortress with one of her favorite attacks. Upon hearing Nifelheim's request, she can't help but smile as she moves away from Nifelheim and bows deeply to him* To undertake this task would be my honor and my greatest pleasure Lord Nifelheim. However.... *she stands up and holds up her hand, the weak black energy on it barely visible or felt* It would seem that my burst of power from my fight with Grom has left me oddly weakened. Would anyone be able to offer me an explanation or, even perhaps, a remedy for my problem? To give that creature anything less than my all would be embarrassing and an insult to both of our names....
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Post by Zazul on 5/18/2017, 6:33 am

~Silvenhiem City Gates~

Belphagor: *he falls over comically as soon as Ember tackles him, closing one eye as he comically tries to push her off of him* P-PRINCESS! PLEASE! IF I LANDED ON A CRACK, SURELY THAT WILL MEAN MORE MISFORTUNE!

Argyle: *he smiles, nodding to himself upon seeing Ember so happy* Now we just have to wait for Desmond and Catia to return with Xytos, and then we should have a strong enough fighting force to bring a real campaign to Jotunheim.

Belwas: Indeed. Ember, Zephyr, Belphagor, we'll give you three time to catch up. The rest of us will report what happened out here to His Majesty, the King. Meet us back at the palace whenever you are able. *with a polite bow and a raised fist, the group turns around and leaves for the city, leaving the three Demons together*

Belphagor: *he sighs, laughing with Ember and Zephyr before growing calm again. Finally, when he speaks, his voice is flat and serious* So, you really trust that Crewn kid, Princess? You and Zephyr both?


~The Great Swamp~

Desmond: *as Catia and Cordelia's attack hits its mark, the creature's eyes widen as it lets out a loud, high-pitched, distressed shriek. In moments, Catia's blade cleaves the creature completely in two, its halves falling and landing loudly in the water. The top half, its head still barely alive, lets out a small, gurgling croak into the water before its eyes roll back into its head and its body parts slip beneath the surface of the water. He hobbles over, hurt and exhausted, towards Xytos and Catia* Catia! Ca-*before he could finish his statement, the water suddenly explodes behind him as a massive tentacle, the size of a castle tower with slimy, dark skin that seemed to glow with blue, web-like veins shoots up into the air. The limb whips down, the point aimed right at Desmond as it suddenly wraps around Desmond's waist, picking him up into the air violently* CATIA! *the tentacle whips and drags Desmond beneath the surface of the water. Beneath the surface of the water, Desmond could feel the water rushing around him as he desperately held his breath. Soon, not even the sun could be seen above him as the darkness of the water engulfs him. Then, he feels the tentacle stop, the weight of the water almost unbearable as he looked around in a weakened panic. Suddenly, a vast, blue, glowing eye opens before him, easily the size of an entire Keep. The eye looks right at Desmond, his body growing colder and colder the longer he stared at it. A blue mist seemed to surge around Desmond, entering his ears and nose. Slowly, he could feel a sharp pain welling up in his stomach and an electric, painful, tingling sensation start to crawl over his skin. As he was about to scream, a voice suddenly enters his mind. It is old, calm, and eerily comforting, yet he could feel only a sense of natural horror upon feeling the voice penetrate his mind*

Your will....is mine

Desmond: *he screams, his voice drowned by the water as his vision turns blue, his arms and legs throbbing painfully as his stomach felt as if it was going to explode. As the pain enveloped him, all he could do at first was beg silently for death, anything to end the pain! As he felt his consciousness fade, he could only think of one word: Catia*


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Nifelheim: *he smiles, wiping his hand and causing the window of fire to vanish* Why of course, dear Krow. You see...Grimoire is very proud of your ability with Malice Manipulation. However...your mortal body cannot take the strain of heightened Malice for long...yet. That is why I have requested for experts in the arts to come here!~ Sodom, the Violent Melancholy, is a prodigy in the Malice Arts, and is practically unrivaled in terms of prowess with its pure use without Hellfire or Devil's Arms! He will serve as the perfect sparring partner for you.~ And then, there is your teacher...Viper Kroan, the head of my Council of Dark Science, is a pioneer in Malice Manipulation as well as a master in all forms of its application. I have invited him here, not only to work his deliciously evil ways upon our Mortal friends, but also to train you, and hone your Malice into a weapon that will raze the enemies of Dis like wheat in the field before a great scythe! However...until you have healed, and regained your strength, dearest Krow....rest. Recuperate, and ready yourself. Once Viper has deemed your training complete, you will be deployed to bring death to the Elder Dragon beneath our feet! However...whether you have the same subordinates for this mission will be entirely up to you, and whether or not your Lieutenant has the strength to best Diavolo...~ 
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~Silvenhiem City Gates~

Ember: *she blinks at Belphagor for a moment before looking back at Zephyr, who was about to spread his wings and fly off* Zephyr? Do you trust Argyle?

Zephyr: *he stops for a moment, only turning back to let his only visible eye see them* If you trust him, then so do I. However, if he ever brings you ill will, may the gods be merciful on him in the afterlife.... *with that said, his wings appear in a crackle of black energy and he flies off over the city walls*

Ember: *she nods, turning back to Belphagor* Well....I guess there you have it. I trust Argyle with my life. Zephyr hasn't been here for very long but I think he'll come around once he sees what everyone is like. *she grins at him* Especially my husband! Did you know I got married too? *she flops over onto her back in Belphagor's lap* He's so cute! I love Forcestus to death and beyond! *she says with a happy giggle*


~The Great Swamp~

Cordelia: Desmond! *she shouts, squeaking loudly as the large shape of her father rushes past her and dives after him into the water with a loud hissing sound. With a low growl she starts to sing, closing her eyes as she starts to weave a spell circle in the air in front of her*

Xytos: *as he dives into the water, he can feel the hellfire from before slowly fading away. He knew he didn't have much longer to maintain his stronger form so instead of keeping it, he let it fade away into the water. Slowly he emerged from the giant, hellfire behemoth as an insect would a cocoon and started to dive again. Fortunately it didn't take him long to spot Desmond with his soul sight. But he also spotted the eye. With an angry glare, the water began to heat up around him as he dove down to grab Desmond. Some tentacles reached up to grab him and stop him from taking the boy but a quick swipe of his sword gave him enough distance to start swimming upwards again with Desmond in his arms*

Cordelia: *as her spell finishes its final runic marking, Xytos bursts from the depths of the water, coughing and sputtering. She halts the spells and breaks the seal on it. A small array of swords made of light pierce the water beneath them*

Xytos: *he hears the cries of the monster beneath him and looks over at Catia* Come! We must leave this place before it comes back to finish what it started! *without wasting another second, wings of flame burst to life on his back and he soars high into the air*

Cordelia: Hey! Wait up! *she shouts at him with a low growl. With a large flap of her wings, she too soars up into the sky just as her swords are eaten away by the creature within the swamp. Spotting the distant shape of her father, she flaps her wings again and goes after him. But as she caught up, she sees him dive down to a larger patch of land farther away from the swamp. She could see the Kong village nearby and dove down after him*

Xytos: *he carefully sets Desmond down onto his back when he lands, letting his wings vanish. He looks back to see Cordelia touching down and immediately points at the trees* Get some fire wood going. We need to make a fire so that he-

Cordelia: *she growls at him loudly as she speaks* Like hell I am! Why don't you go and get the fire wood ready and you let the healer take care of her boyfriend?! *she snaps at him, clearly out of breath by now*

Xytos: *he blinks at her in surprise but only moves out of her way as she rushes over to Desmond* He'll likely be out of it for some time if he isn't already. *he tells her as he starts to wander around to gather up wood for a fire*

Cordelia: *she carefully props Desmond's head up into her lap as she laid back against a tree, her palms glowing warmly with healing magic as she watched Catia's soul flit around the two of them in a panic*

Catia: Is he okay?! What's going on?! What happened to him?! Is he breathing?! *she asks rapidly, frantically flitting around as she tries to get a better look at him*

Cordelia: Will you cut it out?! It's hard to concentrate with you flying around like a deranged gnat! *she snaps at her, a vein comedically popping out of her forehead*

Xytos: *he merely chuckles at his daughter's interactions, casually wandering around gathering what large blocks of wood that he could to put together into a fire*


~Grimoire Bastion, Throne Room~

Krow: *she blinks for a moment as the thought of having Viper for a teacher and Sodom for her training partner sinks into her mind. While she had never really heard of Sodom she had seen enough of Viper to know that he was somewhat of a deranged, mad demon. But she had no idea that he was such an important part of Nifelheim's demonic court. With another deep, respectful bow she smiles at Nifelheim* If that is what you wish Lord Nifelheim, I will do my best to gain control of these new powers of mine as quickly as I can. That Elder Dragon won't kill itself after all~
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