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Post by The Designer on Jan 26, 2007 22:07:37 GMT -5
Mission Name: The Battle of Vichy
Suggested Level: Apprentice-Archmage
Format: Self Role Play (Role Play by Yourselves or with others; the Admin will post only when needed)
Sign-Up 1.________ 2.________ 3.________ 4.________ 5.________ 6.________ 7.________ 8.________ 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______ (When you sign up, please also post yourself in the middle of the battle
Scenario:
The Rosicrucian Alliance and the Order has had border disputes along central France, with tensions on the rise. While the Situation between the two was never enough to start a battle, the Order launched a pre-emptive strike, sweeping across the border to take several small towns. The Order, however, was stopped dead in it's tracks at Vichy, where the Alliance requested the Aid of the Academy to stop The Order. For 3 days fighting has continued, hidden from the human world as Tracers and the Order work frantically to hide this battle. Otherwise, the damage is going to go to small scale riots here and there, gang turf wars, and other small factors. At any rate, the city has fallen into a war zone, a war zone where a regular human can walk by free while a mage would get shot several times in the head.
Currently, there are about 3000 Order Soldiers in Vichy, with a 1000 Rosicrucian man front and 1500 Academy troops, about 500 students, backing them up. The fighting is getting intense, as the French Government works desperately to hide the Battle of Vichy from human eyes on the request of the Academy and Alliance.
The Rosicrucian warriors have been left under the command of Byron, who is also leading the Academy troops. The Order's current lead is Shadow Archbishop Minos, whose position is unknown at the moment in Vichy. While the Alliance-Academy soldiers can range from any type, the most common is a cloak wearing, machine gun bearing thug. The Order, however, has anything from blade wielding nuns to gun-toting priests to ninja-like Friars.
Enemy Stats:
Swords-Nun Strength: 20 Dexterity: 20 Endurance: 13 Intelligence 5 Wisdom: 10 Energy: 5 Weapons: Long Sword, Bastard Sword, Great Sword or Daggers Magical Abilities: Heal - Heal some Damage Speed Up - Increase Speed and overall movement Strengthen - Increase Strength
Katana Wielding Priests: Strength: 25 Dexterity: 19 Endurance: 10 Intelligence: 5 Wisdom: 15 Energy: 5 Weapon: Katana, or similar bladed weapons Magical Abilities: Holy Light - Fires a laser of pure light Heal - Heal some Damage Burn the Unholy - Upon touching, the Target suffers damage equal to it's energy
Gun-toting Priest Strength: 10 Dexterity: 20 Endurance: 15 Intelligence: 6 Wisdom: 20 Energy: 5 Weapons: Any type of Firearm Magical Abilities: True Shot: Fires a Homing Round at a foe Faith Slug: Sends a burst of three bullets made out of "Holy" magic Eye of God: Allows the User to see the area in clear definition Transmute Bullets: Allows the caster to transform a base object into bullets of any kind.
Heavy Weapons Abbot Strength: 5 Dexterity: 20 Endurance: 5 Intelligence: 7 Wisdom: 25 Energy: 5 Weapon: A Rocket or Grenade Launcher Magical Abilities: Double Damage - Doubles the Radius of an Explosion Follow the Unclean - The Rocket or Grenade may follow a target the caster designates Holy Ammo - The Caster may instead fire ammo created purely out of magic, rather then regular rounds.
Powered-by-God Friar Strength: 5 Dexterity: 10 Endurance: 5 Intelligence: 20 Wisdom: 15 Energy: 20 Weapons: A Crossbow Magical Abilities: Any Spell that ranges from Simple to Medium-difficulty in the Light Element
Ninja Friar Strength: 10 Dexterity: 25 Endurance: 15 Intelligence: 5 Wisdom: 15 Energy: 10 Weapons: Small Sidearms such as Knives, Silenced Pistols, etc Magical Abilities: Blend into the Night - The Caster melts into the shadows Silent Strike - The Caster makes no noise when doing an action. Ethereal - Allows the caster to by pass physical objects, but can;t interact with said objects either. Spider-like - Allows the caster to stick to walls
Martial Artist Monk Strength: 20 Dexterity: 20 Endurance: 20 Intelligence: 5 Wisdom: 15 Energy: 5 Weapons: Only their Body Magical Abilities: Super Speed - Grants speed bonus Strengthen - Grants Strength Bonus Tough as Nails - Increase Endurance Holy Chi Strike - Channels Qi energy into fists Bullet Catching Prana - Causes the Monk to move their hands so fast as to catch incoming projectiles.
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Aeon
Apprentice
Free, Bold, Badass...
Posts: 13
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Post by Aeon on Jan 27, 2007 22:00:45 GMT -5
OOC: Aeon's not carrying any of the weapons listed in my sig for this mission except for the Mustard Gas Grenades. Only weapon he has on him for the mission is a trusty chainsaw full of gas and ready to cut. I talked with Designer about the chainsaw and told me to go for it.
1.Damon 2.________ 3.________ 4.________ 5.________ 6.________ 7.________ 8.________ 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______
How and why did I get myself into this shit again?!
Damon had found himself in the midst of a very brutal and violent battle between the Rosacrucian Alliance with the help of the Academy and the Order which operated within Jerusalem but had an HQ from the Vatican. He hadn't gone to killing anybody yet.
However, Damon served no loyalties but to himself. Depending on how much he would get paid, he would either side with the Rosacrucians, the Academy, or the Order. He was still trying to get used to using his powers. Each time he tried to use his powers, Damon would suffer migraines. And he happened to hate migraines.
For now, Damon decided to stay hidden for now in the back of a cafe. Luckily for him, the structure hasn't been damaged. He was trying to make an assessment of everything that's been going on so far. He could hear the constant fighting around him. Before joining this "mission," he made sure to do quite a bit of research on all three factions taking part in this battle.
This was all pretty freaky. The Order's minions consisted of nuns and monks that carried guns, swords, etc.
"I can't believe this shit's been hidden from the world for almost a week," Damon said to himself shaking his head a bit. He was still trying to make sense of things. Hell, he was still trying to get adjusted on the Academy.
At least Damon managed to prepare for the mission. He was dressed in a pair of black SWAT uniform with knee pads, a black kevlar vest to protect his chest and back, black gloves, black elbow pads, a pair of black steel toed boots, a black bandana tied over his head, and a black gas mask over his face.
Why did Damon have a gas mask on?
He had packed several mustard gas grenades on him. Mustard gas what you call a "blister agent." The skin blisters up when it comes into contact with the gas. Exposure could possibly lead to cellular death and/or cancer. These types of grenades had very dangerous effects, being the reason that Damon packs a few mustard gas grenades for each job that he does.
This job was no different from the rest. Mustard gas isn't soluble in water but soluble in fat. Which explains why it absorbs into the skin faster and thus having some of the components of the gas cause the skin the blister up.
4-24 hours after being exposed to the gas, the skin starts to blister up. Dying to mustard gas is rare. But if at least 50% of your body's surface is exposed to a blister agent like mustard gas, you're going to die. Mustard gas is also a carcinogenic and a mutagenic. Carcinogenic meaning it causes cancer and mutagenic meaning it damages DNA of exposed cells.
You expose someone to mustard gas, you could pretty much fuck up his/her generation of descendants. If the gas is inhaled, your entire respiratory system will bleed and blister. Not a very nice way to die... It's kind of like suffering from tuberculosis. Which was why Damon kept a gas mask on him. The outfit was to protect his skin from getting into contact with the mustard gas.
Just to be on the safe side, Damon always carried at least 2 bottles of a decontamination solution known as "DS2"(2% NaOH, 70% diethylenetriamine, 28% ethylene glycol monomethyl ether). He happened to have a bottle conviently attacked to his tactical belt.
That was a brief explanation on mustard gas. He coolly and quietly leaned against the wall of the kitchen area of the cafe trying to make sense of everything that he had learned so far at the Academy. Damon didn't want to use his magic skills that much due to the harmful drawbacks.
It was safe to say that Damon would be using his natural abilities as a combatant. He had the mustard gas grenades strapped to his tactical vest and a chainsaw in his hands. Yes, Damon was going to be fighting in this battle with a chainsaw. He was in the mood to hack anybody that decided to fuck with him.
Despite trying to make sense of things, Damon was pretty cool, calm, and collected. It was like any other job but this time dealing with people who use magic and other supernatural abilities.
"I'll wait things out a little bit."
Starting Weapons/Items:
Chainsaw Mustard Gas Grenades 8/8 Bottle of DS2 100% 2/2
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Chephros
Spell Caster
The Blood Ambassador
I play the game of life, Double or nothing.
Posts: 180
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Post by Chephros on Jan 28, 2007 2:54:14 GMT -5
1.Damon 2.Chephros 3.________ 4.________ 5.________ 6.________ 7.________ 8.________ 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______
The lure of combat had drawn Chephros out of the school on one of their missions. He was normally content with just wandering around, talking to students, and training in the training grounds whenever no one was there, but this promised actual use for his 'talents' and he felt it would be good to help on earth where he might be able to cause chaos while working under the academy.
Starting off, Chephros had been briefed slightly that walking through town would be suicide. He was a demon, and if it wasn't obviously then whoever was looking at him was either blind or mentally retarded to the point of no return. Honestly, with wings and a tail if you couldn't understand that he wasn't human you deserved to be shot.
Then of course there were the wrist blades he almost always wore. Mean looking and definitely bloody already from an alley way fight with a knife wielding nun about to jump someone else. He had gotten lucky that time and crept up on the lady, impaling her through the chest from behind. Not a pretty scene. That was his first kill in the mortal world besides his blooding and it felt good. It had been all luck he had avoided a fight though, and now he was being attacked by a damn friar with the abilities of a ninja.
How did Chephros know the guy was like a ninja? He was stuck to a wall and shooting for the demon's heart with a silenced pistol. Only problem? The armored plates in the clothes ricocheted the bullet in another direction. Didn't mean there wasn't a transfer of force, he simply didn't get a bullet wound, just a bruise. The fact that a priest was sticking to a wall and shooting a pistol was kinda freaky though. The priest part even more so as any attempts at exorcism wouldn't be taken lightly. Hell, it might actually work.
So, here we had a demon in an alley with a dead nun on the ground, fighting a ninja-ish priest. Spreading his wings a bit, Chephros was going to spring when the Ninja/Priest came off the wall with a knife and his pistol. Raising his arms to block his chest, he moved them quickly to intercept the bullet paths. The side of the blade tipped the bullet which careened off and bit through the top of his shoulder, but only taking off a bit of skin and scorching the rest. Bullets did get quite hot, I mean they only come out of the gun via mini-explosion.
This is where my little background story ends. Why? Because I just came to the present didn't I? Right, breaking the fourth wall. Anyway, Chephros moved forward to start striking the guy, but he oddly went incorporeal and sprinted out of the place. Knowing he would be screwed if he stayed there, Chephros moved to find somewhere to get cover. Of course, there was a cafe not too far away that he had passed from the back. Sprinting there quickly, I pulled my shirt off and tucked my wings in, painfully using my hands to force some down, not to where it broke any bones or muscles, but to where the would be hidden under the shirt when I replaced it. Then I pushed my tail up under the wings and thus everything but my wrist blades were hidden. Then I came out of the alleys that went behind the buildings and a long wall and entered the cafe.
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Jason
Spell Caster
Come. Help me push my limits
Posts: 231
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Post by Jason on Feb 2, 2007 15:36:06 GMT -5
1.Damon 2.Chephros 3.Jason 4.________ 5.________ 6.________ 7.________ 8.________ 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______
Another one down. Though Jason as his mana blade slashed through his fourth oponet from The Order. Not that he really knew the faction. but after wiping out a few of the gun toting cloaked guys several sword wielders from another group had come after him. Apparently his show of being highly focused on his magical energies caused the cluster nearby to focus on him. he had already suffered a few cuts and blasts but nothing he couldn't handle. Jason was clad in the red armor and it had saved him often today. But his left guantlet was gone and the chestplate beginning to crack. Plus the wetsuit he wore underneath was cut up slightly. he'd have to do some repairs. Need to get this enchanted. He thought as he blocked a sword strike and was sent back from the force of it.
This is pretty intense. I haven't even run across anyone I really know yet. this is getting out of hand. How can the tracers keep up with this. We need to stop the battle soon. He thought as his foe came in slashing with his katana. Jason side stepped the attack and stabbed at the guy who blocked it and attempted to blast Jason. Jason brought his mana shield to bear and then slashed once more ripping the guy in two. Jason wasn't enjoying this. He loved combat but he hated killing. Though this was a kill or be killed situation so he wasn't heisitating. He would be reflecting on the lives he took though. he was still young after all. not even truly out of his teens yet he had already killed many a person since being with the Academy. He worried about the toll it would take on his sanity.
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Onira
Student Teachers
TEH CRAZY SUICIDAL FALLING-TO-EARTH GUY
Yeah. It's THAT cool.
Posts: 349
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Post by Onira on Feb 2, 2007 17:39:19 GMT -5
1.Damon 2.Chephros 3.Jason 4.Onira 5.________ 6.________ 7.________ 8.________ 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______ Onira was one of the more recent people joining the fray. Like most others he wasn't all that happy with killing, and though he did sometimes find enjoyement in battle as, most males did, he wasn't all that happy about killing. Well, at least he didn't have to fight other Academy students, so one figured himself lucky on that front. After all, there was a lot of students stronger than him that he would much rather not have to face. Most of "The Order" guys weren't that incredible when it came to magics, but physically they could hold their own.
At the moment, Onira was doing battle against two priest-looking guys, one with dual six-shot Peacemakers, and the other with a six-shot grenade launcher. Father Shrapnel (Grenade Launcher) had one grenade gone, and Friar Magnum seemed short a few rounds.
Unlike the movies, Onira never had any stare down. Never had any waiting. Never had any time to really think out his battle strategy. Just right off the bat, really, he had seen Magnum and Shrapnel, and apparently they had seen him, because Magnum started right off, blasting away with his six-shots.
"Son of a-"
Onira quickly threw himself to the floor, two rounds missing him, but the Six-shots now pointing directly at him again. With his hands to the floor, Onira alchemized a stone wall in-front of him, but no more rounds hitting him. Obviously his opponents weren't too quick to act at shooting walls. At least, Magnum wasn't. Obviously Shrapnel was, cause he sent one round right into the top of it, forcing Onira, as soon as he heard the sound of explosion, to get up and dive backwards, the large chunks of rock barely missing him.
Meanwhile, Magnum had already moved around the wall, now pointing both six shots at Onira. There was true panic in his violet orbs as he could see those barrels, and one shot was set off. In the right of his chest he suddenly felt warm, and his breathing got heavier. The pain wasn't as bad as he had imagined, but the sensation fo knowing you had been shot was enough to make up for it. But... no. He had to move it out of his mind. Luckily Onira's random mind gave him the ability to do that quite easily.
With hands to the ground and those tattoos firing up, a large stone sleave suddenly burst out of the ground around Magnum, surrounding his entire body. Onira could hear his voice inside of it.
"What the hell!"
Onira had only created this alchemy off the top of his head, but it was all fair enough. If not jsut a bit overly dramatic Onira roared out with hands still against the ground, Magnum sweating, well... sweating bullets in the stone sleeve in obvious nervousness.
"Blast Chamber!"
Suddenly the stone sleeve exploded, mostly upwards, but a fair amount of stone chunks bursting out from the sides as the sleeve was no more. As well, although Onira could not yet see it, it was almost two birds with one stone, for as the sleave acted as a kind of frag grenade, Shrapnel had ended up with a nice chunk of stone through his left shoulder, right lung, and right thigh.
Remembering it was a battle, but still proud this new skill had worked, Onira quickly hopped up, and suddenly he felt it. He had pushed it away before, but now he could feel the bullet in hsi lung, and it was already slwoing him down. He needed to alchemically repair himself, but concentration was key, especially for something so complicated, where many tissues had to be repaired, and this concentration he wouldn't be able to find very well on the battlefield. He noticed a Cafe out of the corner of his eye, which seemed to already have some people who weren't deadly priests in it. It seemed suited for his needs, but there was sitll something he needed to take care of.
Breathing heavily with that pain in his chest he quickly ran around the wall, crouching instantly for alchemy's sake, and trying to spot Shrapnel. however, as he looked, he didn't even notice that he was only three feet behind him, near the remnants of Magnum.
The man, apparently still conscious, slowly began to pick up his grenade launcher, casting a silent spell on it that would double it's blast radius. If it ran into a wall, the damage would still probably be the same, but at least he could go with it.
Slowly he let his finger against the trigger, ready to shoot the bastard down, but just as he did, an instance of confusion struck Onira. The guy was gone, so he looked behind him and saw the barrel. Instantly he turned back in instinct and fear, and the man pulled the trigger. Only as the round left the barrel did Onira's long golden strands go metallic, and the explosion set off, forcing Onira foreward a good three feet, and skull feeling as if someone had just taken a jack-hammer to it, not to mention the weight of his hair tugging on his scalp.
He released the spell, but it was a moment before he found himself back on his feet. He looked behind him, seeing only smoke and ash. Strangely, his hair was still in pretty good condition, but one couldn't say the same for Shrapnel.
"Well... I guess... it was... your own fault..."
Onira had to take heavy breaths in between words, which quickly reminded him of the Cafe, and without another moment of thought, he set off for it, going as fast as his body would still allow.
After not even a minute of running, Onira swung open the door, breathing heavily with a fair bit of blood on his dark blue T-shirt, msot of which was his own. He quickly sat down, allowing himself a minute of rest before he'd start the alchemy. he was happy to see some fairly friendly company.
"So how are you guys doin?"
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Syril Ænari
Apprentice
Wind King
Poetry in motion.
Posts: 44
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Post by Syril Ænari on Feb 3, 2007 18:49:12 GMT -5
1.Damon 2.Chephros 3.Jason 4.Onira 5.Syril 6.________ 7.________ 8.________ 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______
Gunshots, explosions and screams rent the dust-filled air hanging like a pall over the central French town of Vichy. Here, members of the religious group known as "The Order" Fought desperately with representatives from both the Rosicrucian Alliance and their allies from the Arcane academy, resulting in a neigh-apocalyptic scene of magical destruction and carnage. Of course, the human residents of the city were completely unaware.
Syril, however, was not a human resident of this city, and the unusual robe/coat he wore, complete with swirling green patterns climbing up the left sleeve, marked him fairly clearly as a mage. This significantly meant two things; one, he was fully aware of the existence of the war zone he now found himself in, and two, a significant percentage of the city's population wanted him dead. The latter was clearly demonstrated by enraged priest currently in the act of swinging a katana at his head. And as a matter of fact, Syril was having the time of his life.
It was funny how the majority of people made such a huge distinction between killing and not killing. Syril considered the phenomenon, a thoughtful expression layering over his usual happy grin as he ducked easily under the blade. After all, when a person died it was merely the transition between one life and another, and int he long run, fifty years or so wasn't that big of a difference. Combat was merely a game to be played; when lives were on the line, all it meant was that the stakes were higher. And when there was more risk involved, it just made that game all the more fun.
The priest was slashing back the other way now, trying to catch the side of Syril's neck and decapitate him. Such vulgar methods; couldn't this pseudo-holy man find a way of dispatching his enemies that didn't involve covering the ground in bodily fluids? A sigh escaped Syril's lips, but only a slight one; he wasn't one to spend much time on lamenting inadequacy. Actions speak more heavily than words, and Syril's field of influence, Valdi, was already activated.
With a flick of his mind, Syril coalesced a line of air precisely through which the sword was aimed, deflecting the weapon and releasing control simultaneously so that the expanding molecules catapulted the priest's sword arm back, knocking him off balance. Ira Lyndi. At this point, Syril had already extended a coiling tendril of linearly solidified air from his left palm, which had curled around embedded its tip at the base of the aggressor's neck. Ira Wysa. Dispersing the whip, Syril straightened up, smiling down at the man's corpse. A single drop of blood had been spilled, but the wound had been just deep enough to sever the man's spinal cord.
"See now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
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Eyvindr
Apprentice
Beware, for I am obsessed with pointy objects...
Posts: 42
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Post by Eyvindr on Feb 6, 2007 1:20:36 GMT -5
1.Damon 2.Chephros 3.Jason 4.Onira 5.Syril 6.Eyvindr 7.________ 8.________ 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______
Eyvindr had been in a foul mood when he had heart about this battle, and had some anger to let out. So he had joined it. When he had arrived, for a while, he had been wondering what on earth he had done. But as he got involved, he began to enjoy himself. It was like the ultimate test. Life or death.
At the moment, he was engaging what appeared to be a crazed woman trying to stab him to death with twin daggers. She was annoyingly quick, and Eyvindr was having trouble dodging. He had already accumulated a variety of scratches and cuts, but, of course, he wasn't just going to stand there dodging all day. He had weapons of his own. Just as the woman was gathering mana into her arm, about to deliver god knows what, a handleless dagger shot from the belt that Eyvindr always wore, and intercepted her arm. It went in near the wrist, at about a fifteen degree angle, through, and out near the elbow on the other side.
The woman's eyes shot open in shock, causing more than enough of a moment of vulnerability for another identical dagger to shoot up and enter her neck. It was the second kill Eyvindr had ever made, and both had been during this battle. He would think about it later. At the moment, he had to be dealing with the gun placed on his head from behind.
Almost without thinking about it, Eyvindr ducked and spun, and, in a rare maneuver for his fighting style, invaded the mind of his assailant. Using what he had figured out from his little invasion, he knew that another bullet was coming soon. Right now, actually.
Eyvindr fell over sideways, avoiding the next bullet, and rolled straight into the man's legs. Stunned momentarily, and his grip on the gun loose, the man would soon find the gun wrenched from his hands by some invisible force, and his legs giving way seemingly without cause until he felt the burning pain of the ten fresh holes caused by telekinetically-lifted needles. Unarmed and unable to move, the man was effectively out. In the carnage, he would likely die soon.
Eyvindr stood up quickly, and scanned the area for another opponent, or someone else who wanted to kill him with a cheap shot. He almost overlooked a slight disturbance in the shadow of a nearby building, and quickly looked back. In a world where magic existed, nothing even strange in the slightest could be overlooked. Briefly, Eyvindr reached out to touch any consciousness that might be present in the disturbance, and found one. A moment later, there was an accidentally predicted flash from that area, and Eyvindr knew he was yet again being attacked with a firearm.
Eyvindr sidestepped and dashed forward, and was met by another man jumping from the shadows, attempting to impale Eyvindr with a short Japanese sword. But as one of his legs was leaving the ground, the other was given an unexpected push. Off balance, the apparent ninja was vulnerable for a moment that was soon extended by a hard palm strike to the chest, and taken advantage of as one of Eyvindr's handleless daggers flew into his neck. Yes, it was uncreative, but it was effective, and he had made three kills with such a deathblow so far.
Such methods, however, were exhausting his mana and his mind. He needed a more effective way to kill. He stepped over to the dead woman and took her daggers, and stood up just in time to see a similar woman charging him with a broadsword, and the man from earlier standing, his wounds apparently healed, and pointing the gun at Eyvindr's head again.
Eyvindr readied himself for an intense battle.
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Post by The Designer on Feb 16, 2007 12:37:28 GMT -5
"How is the battle coming?" A voiced asked, calling out from the darkness of the room.
"Not so well sir, we're currently at a standstill Shadow Archbishop. Most of the intense fighting is taking place around this small cafe' here, breaking through that will give us the other half of the city."
"Is that so? And how are the civilians?"
"We've been able to account for the destruction in the form of terrorist and riot actions, and so for the most part regulars have no idea what's going on..."
"Interesting... In that case, send out the reserve 1000 to the cafe'. Breaking through will not only give us access to the rest of the city, but break the morale of those heathens"
"Right away sir"
With that, a priest scurried away as a large imposing figure turned around, looking out of a nearby window.... Watching as fires and destruction engulfed Vichy.
"BEHOLD! THE POWER OF THE VATICAN!" He yelled, at the top of his voice, as a chorus of explosions accompanied him.
In the distance, a cadre of Helicopters, all of which are bearing the cross, suddenly began to descend upon the cafe' point, unloading Order soldiers and firing their weapons at the enemy mages. All civilians were instantly dispersed, using some spell to instantly move them somewhere else. Those who did have access to their magic, however, were not removed.
Regardless, a vanguard of priests soon set themselves in line, rifles in hand as they began to fire into the opposing mages, firing as though there was no tomorrow. In the midst of this, the sword wielding nuns began their rush at the mages, the priest giving them cover as the magic-inclined members of The Order began chanting the scriptures, and in an instant lighting and fireballs rained out of the sky.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Feb 23, 2007 13:26:03 GMT -5
1.Damon 2.Chephros 3.Jason 4.Onira 5.Syril 6.Eyvindr 7.Tristan 8.________ 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______
Sebastian had been at Vichy from near the beginning of the battle, and had several scrapes, scars, and currently open wounds from the seemingly endless mages. After displaying his mental prowess on the second day, he became a high priority target to the opposing priests. Already he'd had to use a ridiculously large amount of his repertoire of spells to kill his share of the enemy, and be healed daily at a safe house for mages.
The young mage no longer carried his usual smirk, but a battle worn, blank, expression. A wave of the hand and a large chunk of stone debris flew at a charging wave of enemies, crushing and slaughtering an even dozen of on coming sword-nuns.
Around him lay the scorched, crushed, and mangled bodies of at least fifty priests and monks. More added to the hundreds he'd been forced to kill already. Now Sebastian was known to be a ruthless bastard, but even in his mind this was getting excessive, the battle needed to end, and soon. "Lightning Arc." He shouted, flexing his quickly draining mana to slew an entire battalion of the opposing forces, which gave him a temporary reprieve.
The chorus of explosions then rang out in the distance and a fleet of combat choppers, bearing the holy symbol of the Vatican poured into sight. When the hail of fireballs and lightning bolts began assailing toward the allied forces, Sebastian dug deep into his telekinetic powers. Luckily, a large amount of the other telekinetic mages from both the Rosicrucian Alliance and the Academy had the same idea, and a massive barrier was erected around the people of the Rosicrucian Alliance and Babylos.
The hail magic was deflected effectively enough, and most of the fire balls and some of the lightning strikes shot back on their own side, demolishing 70% of the the airborne squadrons. Despite his lack of emotion, the sight of thousands of flaming bits of shrapnel and chopper remains, falling on their own comrades, wrought a small sigh of relief from the red eyed mage.
"WHOOOO HOOOO!!!" Tristan roared at the top of his lungs, diving off of Igneus. Unfortunately, they had just arrived to the carnage, having only just learned about the battle. [Igneus, use your new spell and dive bomb the enemy] He projected, and his massive partner dove past him, pushing his dragonic mana into his scales and hide.
'Harden' was the name of this new ability, and it hardened the black dragons scales past the point of diamond. It could last for a good while, but it drained his mana past the point of no return.
The massive beast flipped over onto his back in mid-air, and dropped like a house sized boulder into the opposing gun-men, instantly grinding near 100 of them into powder.
Tristan dove like there was no end to the decent and he was just trying to hurry to his doom. His hand guns were drawn, pointing at the forefront of the attack, and he landed after flipping himself over with a manipulation of wind. The impact crushed the two sword nuns that ended up under the Crusniks feet. He instantly began spinning in place, pouring his mana into his bullets and letting them fly in a flurry of fire.
The element bullets found their targets and exploded with just enough force to remove a limb, or blow a hole clean through the chest. The Crusnik had put tiny, highly dense bits of air within the core of the bullet it self with the same type of magic that made his Kamataichi attack work, and combined with the fact that each shot was engulfed in flame, made a small, but intense explosion on impact.
His twenty round clips were quickly deminished, and his element bullet attack was expended. With those forty bullets he'd been able to put that many opposers out of commision, even nailing two of the chanting priests who's energies fueled the hail of energy that had proved to no avail.
The gauntleted thumbs of the hunter pressed the ejection button for the clips and the twin .45 calibur guns flew to the inside of the dragon hide coat, finding two of the six spare clips that were on the in-human slaughter house. "Haha!!" He laughed, blasting through another handfull of the Order. As a hunter, and a decendant of vampires, Tristan was having the time of his life.
"If only there were Vampires here. Then my day would be complete!" He shouted, blasting away and emptying the next two clips. He quickly reloaded, but it wasn't quick enough, a fighting monk rushed to the front lines with a speed enhancing spell and laid a hard blow across the Crusniks face.
Tristan spit out a bit of blood, and stood back up, activating his own chakra, doubling his speed. The two went back and forth in a blur of dodges, punches and kicks, and a handful of bullets. The monk caught two of the shots that had been acurate enough to the point where they would have blown clean through his skull, so he'd been forced to waste more energy using his bullet catching prana.
A bullet entered the side of the monks head, and he dropped to the ground. Tristan ducked and faced the direction of of the bullet. "Sebastian!" He called out in surprise to see the boy who'd led Tristan and Seeker on a mission to dispatch an occult group who may or may not have been part of the current opposition.
The young mage was dispaching a 'Powered-by-god Friar' who'd been part of the group who launched the energy assault not minutes before. "Knightrhode." Sebasitan called back, though much less excitedly, both from his usually cool demenor and his fatigue. "Quite the party huh?" The hunter called out sarcastically with a smirk, walking over to his younger ally. "Quite." Sebastian responded, his own mood restoring to its' ruthless self, and that same smirk returning to his face. "Shall we?"
"Of course." They both walked forward, Sebastian deflecting bullets and hurling debris at the opposition, Tristan firing away with what was left of his spare clips.
After a few minutes, Tristan was down to his last two .45 calibur clips, one drained of 4 bullets, and Sebastians fatigue was beginning to take hold again. "Ok...Let's stop fuckin' around. KAMATAICHI!!" Tristan said, and shouted, swinging his arms out in a wide arc, sending out three blades of wind. The blades them selves each flew through several people before Tristan shouted, "Ignite." and the whole area, several hundred feet infront of the pair set off in a briliant fury that annaihilated another battalion. "Impressive." Sebastian said half heartedly, almost drained of his energy after countless hours of almost non-stop action.
"If you thought that was a nice light show, wait till you see this. TEOLUS!!" The hunter shouted whilst making a huge motion with his arms that signified a massive onslaught of a spell was about to reveal itsself.
And reveal itsself it did. A massive whirlwind kicked up and began to lift bullets, dust, and stone from the ground. Now, 'Teolus' was a wind spell designed to slaughter and maim those caught inside by tiny particles like dirt. What happens when that spell takes hold of large bits of copper, steel, bone, and stone? Gratuitous destruction. Thats what.
At around one-hundred and seventy feet high, and with an eighty foot diameter, this cyclone of massive particles and countless bits of shrapnel made a B-line of devistation, straight through the Orders forces.
While it was insanely huge and powerful, just creating it was extremely draining on the Crusnik who fell flat on his ass, and struggled to make the spell keep its form. "I think I can help with that." Sebastian said, using his telekinesis and bits and peices of wind element to keep it running through to the back of the forces, where it hung a left and began to utterly demolish any hiding places for the opposing forces.
Another minute and Sebastian to fell to his knees, sweating and breathing heavily from the energy drain. "I believe...It is time...to make...a...tactical retreat...Knightrhode." He said past his breathing. "Good idea." Tristan said, then calling out with his mind [Igneus, we're retreating for now.]
Igneus the whole time had been using himself as a battering ram to smash the opposition to bits, to much of his physical drain. When the mental call came to him, the black dragon emmitted a huge flaming blast that engulfed a good portion of the enemy that he'd been fighting, and teleported away.
The massive beast appeared infront of his partner and Sebastian as they were slowly making their way back to a safe haven. Get on, I can still run. The pair did just that, Sebastian hearing the projection himself, and they made it back to the cafe' Igneus had cut off his armor spell early enough so that he'd had enough mana to teleport and transform, so when the hunter and the white haired boy slid off, the massive beast did just that.
He wearily floated to his partners shoulder and the three entered the cafe'. "Got room for a few more?" Tristan asked sarcastically, and plopped down heavily in a chair. He hadn't felt this exhausted since he was a child, but he was having the time of his life.
Sebastian did the same, though much more tiredly, and requested for a medical mage. One of the school nurses, a portly but powerful german lady came out. "So viele Verletzungen. Diese Idioten müssen lernen vorsichtiger sein." (So many injuries. These idiots have to learn to be more careful.) She said in german.
"Es gibt zu viele, um sich darüber zu sorgen, vorsichtig zu sein. Ein Mann sagte einmal, 'Ein Krieger am stärksten ist, wenn er sich nicht um sein Leben sorgt.' An diesem Punkt das ist das, was wir, Kampf tun müssen, bis wir fallen." (There are too many to worry about being careful. A man once said, 'A warrior is strongest when he cares not for his life.' At this point that is what we have to do, fight until we drop.) Tristan returned in her native language. Being a hunter across the globe, one tends, and needs to pick up various languages.
Schließlich! Ein anderer, der Deutsch spricht! Bezüglich was Sie sagen, ist das leider wahr genug. Aber es kann nicht vermieden werden." (Finally! Another who speaks German! As for what you say, it's true enough unfortunately. But it can't be avoided.) She responded, irritably, while beginning to heal Sebastian.
After she'd healed Tristan and Igneus, "Who els needs healing before I leave?" In a heavy german accent.
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Leon
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Post by Leon on Feb 24, 2007 0:53:41 GMT -5
1.Damon 2.Chephros 3.Jason 4.Onira 5.Syril 6.Eyvindr 7.Tristan 8.Leon 9.________ 10._______ 11._______ 12._______ 13._______ 14._______ 15._______ 16._______
Since the beginning. Thats right Leon had been there for the longest possible. Ever since the Academy stepped in Leon was there with the first group. So far he was well you could call it alone, but Tai was there with him, hunched down as far as he could which still made the huge summon 6'6". They where pinned down and at a stand off with some forces across the street ina market place. Tai and Leon where in a small building that had the roof calapse already, so the walls where standing on luck and hope. Leon had his spear by his side, while he confiscated a gun, in which he had never held before, but picked up the concept very fast, not to mention since the bullet conducted electricity and was able to be magnetised, he could fend off direct shots and keep his bullets on target.
They where low on ammo, and bruised, dirty, bleeding, Tai was running low on energy, and things wheren't loking very good. The enemy where shooting less and less, but not because the where running low on ammo, but because they knew Leon and Tai where. They had been awake for the past 40 hours. Cut off and stuck behind enemy lines. Leon looked at Tai who was already looking at him. His brown eyes looking into those powerful eyes of an other worldly creature. They both knew what they where about to do. And it was gonna leave Leon tired and almost healpless, because Tai would be forced to his own dimension.
Leon sat there with his back to the wall as Tai prepared his Mega Smasher spell. The electricity finding the center og the giant. As Leon dropped the gun his arms out infront of him straight the palms facing forward with the fingers curled slightly acting as if they where cannons, Leons usually spikey hair was beginning to fall down as 2/3rds of his energy was being drained into his arms. 1/3rd in each arm as the balls formed themselves infront fo the hands, electric orbs with streaming sparks. Tai's own huge energy was blowing up dust at the market keeping their line of sight to a minimul, which was good.
Then as if trained for it, Leon stood spinning around and pointed his arms out at the market, and Tai stood braced the energy pulling inward to the cente rof his body. Leon's body shaking and sweating fromt he strain of trying to release so much energy. Tai's form was already fading into a shadow like presence see through almost, but Tai stopped before he reached the point of no return. Wind was picking up, but not from them. A freaking tornado, or what looked like one was heading they're way. He didn't release the energy and it dispersed through his body returning his form to thsi world completely, unnoticing and undetoured from his aim Leon was ready to release the RAH-KEN. A double dose right into the enemy, why? To end the stand off, and give Leona n opening to get out of there. He can't be expected to stay there forever incase the Academy pulled out and the group they where there to help was defeated, right?
Tai took Leon to the ground, throwing off his concentration as the energy he had begun to release had no where to go, except back where it came from. Accepting it in was Leon as he hit the ground hard, the tornado demolishing the area, almost taking them if it wheren't for the fact Tai had both wrist blades deep into the ground holding them there. Once it passed it was almost completely quiet. The battle wasn't over that was for sure, but the odds had just tipped the other way. Now the best bet would be to stay clear away from the area in which could be called the Tornado's path, because they where still behind enemy lines, but enemy activity would increase in the area of the tornado's path for obviouse reasons not needed to be stated.
Getting up and finding his spear under a huge wall that fell from the wind they made their way east towards a cafe that had been the consentration of the main force of the enemy as Tai said, so that meant allies had to be there. With the enemy in pieces trying to collect its self for the rest of the attack after being hit with a powerful spell like that tornado, this made it easier to reach the cafe, but he didn't want to startle anyone on the inside, so he knocked, with an answer knock on the wall he was at he entered. Now in the cafe with a majority of the other's who had been fighting was there more hope? Most likely.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Apr 10, 2007 15:42:46 GMT -5
Tristan and Sebastian had been talking. This battle had gone on for too long and needed to come to an end. They'd need one final front, one big enough to take out the entire city if need be. Then the tracers could simply blame terrorists and SCUD tactical missiles. As the pair debated on how exactly to do that, as neither of them had an attack strong enough, Leon walked in.
The hunter then had what you could call an epiphany. Leon and Tai had tremendous energy, and could unleash it all at once. So did Tristan. The two of them combined could create the attack big enough to annihilate the order. "I have an idea," Tristan told his mage friend.
"Leon!" Tristan shouted, going over to the boy with the almost ridiculously spikey hair. "I need you and Tassadar to come with me. You can take this chance to get healed, but after that we have to end this." He informed the boy and his elemental.
If they would be healed, the nurse was still there. Once they'd recovered, Tristan directed Sebastian to call in the higher ups. "Call the observation room of Babylos. Have them get a lock on all allied forces except for: you, me, Leon, his elemental, and Igneus. Then have them teleport every one out of the city and up to the Academy."
Sebastian knew what Tristan had in mind, and closed his eyes. A mental connection between he and professor Byron was established. Professor, have the observation room get a lock on all of the allied forces except for me, and these four individuals. He then projected an image of the four he meant. Have them maintain the lock, and wait for my order, then get every one out with the teleporters.
What about the five of you? What have you cooked up Arete? Byron demanded across the link. We have a plan to take out the entire enemy force, but you need to do this to minimize casualties.
Hmm. Quite. It will be done then. I hope you know what your doing. With that the communications room, deep within Babylos, began scrambling around, getting locks on the energy signatures of all the allied mages, aside from the select five within the cafe'.
"It's done, Professor Byron awaits my command to teleport." The red eyed mage told the Crusnik, his usual smirk and attitude in full flare. "Alright. Leon, Tai, let's go." Tristan shouted to the pair, then marched out the door with Igneus on his shoulder.
Sebastian followed.
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Leon
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Post by Leon on Apr 10, 2007 16:00:20 GMT -5
Leon smiled when he looked to someone he actually recognized, it was Tristan from a little while back who showed him what a comic book was. Well that was a pleasing sign, but what he heard made him snap back into the seriouseness of this battle. He looked for the nurse after hearing of the chance to get healed as he and Tai where both rejuvinated. It felt good to feel healthy again, but enough of that, while he wa sbeign healed he heard Tristan and another person talking about what was to be done, and Tai helped him with big words he didn't understand like 'Teleport' and explained the political delaings of the magical world to him. Tai was old, there fore was a good source of wisdom, he was everything Leon wasn't, but everything he is at the same time, as they where both beings of the electric element, which is why it was so hard for Leon to even conjure a simple thing like a fireball.
Once they where both healed Leon and Tai joined up with the Tristan and the other fellow who seemed to be much more powerful if not then had the presence of it than the four of the present beings. Sabastian confirmed that the teleporting would start on his signal and Tristan was already on his way he shouted back the need for Leon and Tai to follow as his dragin rested ready on the guys shoulder, still Tristan wasn't an easy place, his cloths and other slightly off body language, it still got to him sometimes but he understood. The tall Summon Tassader gave the blonde boy a slight nudge and they began to follow Tristan out the door.
~What do you think he meant by time to end this?~
Leon's voice appeared in Tassaders mind as they followed Tristan.
~I believe he has cooked up some plan involving your Rah-Ken. All of our attacks combined would possibly destroy the city, though I have no idea how strong Tristan is, its obviouse thats the idea since they are teleporting everyone away and to safety.~
Leon was silent in his mind, as he was already focusing on the wondering magic left on this battle field from the powers being thrown around. A slight glowing tent around his body as he did so, it was very little, as this place may have been blasted with magic for a long time, but the amount of magic still lingering in the air was so little, he thought he mite of been taking it from Tai on accident, so now he was ready for whatever Tristan was planning. Tai would take less time to form the Mega-Smasher and easily conjunction it with one of Leon's Rah-Ken magical shots. But still the main question was.
~How do we get out?~
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Apr 10, 2007 16:15:06 GMT -5
"Thats where the dragon comes in dear boy." Sebastian told Leon, having heard his woes about the five of them getting out alive. Tristan, having his own psychic dealings with his partner, knew what had just happened and gave a reasuring nod to his friend as he marched on.
Two Katana Weilding Priests approached the group, baring their blades and shouting. They were silenced with a large crunching sound as Igneus exploded into his gurth and ate the pair of opposers in a single mouthful, crunching uncomfortably of the steel weapons.
Sebastian was the next to defend the group as a handful of fighting Monks charged up at full speed. Three pebbles and two expended bullet casings flew into the enemies heads, killing them instantly, and leaving a clear path. Carnage could be seen to the left as Academy troops dealt with one of the battle ship choppers that had survived the shield counter delivered by the telekinetic mages not two hours prior.
"We'll need to go another mile or so behind enemy lines to do this right...This way." Tristan angled off to the right, his partner and friend following.
Another few minutes and they were in good position. "Alright, Sebastian, Igneus, set up a perimiter and kill any priest lookin' fuckers who come near." Tristan barked his orders. Sebastian nodded and Igneus growled their affirmatives. "Leon, Tai, charge up every bit of energy you can, and release when I say so. Sebastian, tell Byron we're almost ready." And the mage did just that, keeping the mental connection intact so the orders could be given at moments notice.
Tristan took a knee near his spell caster friend and the elemental and began charging his own energy. He had to release all of it at the same time...every last bit, then rely on Igneus to loan him, and Leon if need be, the energy to stay conscious and get aboard.
A couple of minutes after he began charging, "Alright, I'm ready." The tension in the air rose as the air began to weigh thickly with the ambient mana that was being exuded.
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Leon
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Post by Leon on Apr 10, 2007 16:47:23 GMT -5
Leon looked to Sabastian as he told him that the Dragon would be getting them out, so that was the idea, they throw everything they have at the enemy and Igneus would get them all to safety. Easy right? Hopefully. Watching the enemies drop like flies as they made their most preciouse march behind enemy lines. Leon did nothing, not because he couldn't or didn't want to Tristan and Sabastian not to mention Ineus had things covered quite well, and if Tristan wanted that much energy, then Leon had to save what he had.
Finally to the point Tristan barked out the orders needed, Sabastian would help Igneus protect the three while they get ready to blow the living hell outa this whole city. Leon;s feet seperated, the right one moving forward and the left behind him ready to hodl himself in place for the tremendous force that would be put on him. bith arms flexed as the fingers appeared to be forced into a claw like form. The tension of his body making the joints in the fingers crack. Electrical sparks shot from his arms to his body and the floor, before he began to strain raising both arms up, completely straight like canons. there seemed to be some invisible force tryign to fight against his arms, but he powered through it, the glow disappeared, his spikey hair fell down around his head.
Tai had formed an 'X' with his massive arms around his center and gathered energy, as both Leon and Tai formed their explosive attacks of electricity, Tristan was finsihed, with was the signal for Leon and Tai to finish up.
"Done."
They spoke in almost perfect unicen. And as soon as Tristan released Leon and Tai would send their massive magical spells outward in a destructive forse.
"RAH-KEN!"
His vouce echoed as if it where some other worldly cammand that effected the fates.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Apr 10, 2007 17:01:38 GMT -5
Tristan nodded when Leon said he was done. He then stood and shouted to Sebastian. "Now!" The message was sent to Byron. The entirety that was the allied army, in all its various locations dissapeared in an instant, and reapeared in a massive hall inside the Academy. Roughly fifteen hundred were left.
"TEOLUS!!!" Tristan roared, throwing all of his energy, even that of his Crusnik side into the spell. A tornado of mammoth proportions formed and kicked up the surrounding debris. This one's gurth dwarfed any thing els that Tristan could fire. This blast would be the equivalent of an F6 class tornado, if there was such a thing. Its base was three quarters of a mile wide, and was over three miles tall.
Leon shouted his spell, and the massive electric blast shot its way into the very core of the Teolus spell.
Sebastian used his sheild spell to lift the four of them onto Igneus' back, who then teleported away with what was left of his energy after giving a good portion to Tristan in order to keep him conscious.
The whole lot of them hovered five miles in the air, where they could see the entire city, and the monstrosity that was the Teolus/Rah-ken combo. The hunter was on his knees, favoring to use his energy to control the magic assault instead of standing.
The utter destruction of the Orders forces now commenced. The spell moved west, heading for the bulk of the remaining forces where the encampments and vehicles lay. Pitiful screams could be heard even at that distance as people, building, animal, and every thing els in the city was sucked into the vortex, and demolished. The Rah-ken shot bolts of energy out, disabling just about every thing that had even a remote chance of getting away, then Atomized everything that ended up within the vortex.
Within minutes, the entire western part of the city, the half that was occupied by the Order, was demolished.
The civilians had already been moved by some magical means some hours ago, and the allies had been teleported to the Academy. The Battle of Vichy was now over...The Academy had won.
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