Clash of Worlds by Bloodshadow

[Helios]

@Gl1tch: Provided your abilities, you have probably heard the Grey Wanderer's communications with Valerian.

I would assist Jonathan, except that the Wanderer has no reason to turn from his intent to travel to the capital of Light and seek information from the Archangels and Miracle.

[Bloodshadow]

@Helios: Maybe Ticarael can encounter Jonathan when he was heading toward the capital, Illucius. Also, Jonathan briefly mind-touched the Sun Obelisk, which contained the Orb of Light, the source of all Light elemental energy in the world of Elements; all of the more powerful Angels in this world, including Ticarael, should have felt something.

I'm now trying to think of capital cities for all the elemental regions.

 
  Atmosia
  Umbrios
  Necropolis
 
  Anarchia
  Phlogiston
  Barycenter
  Yggdrasil
  Illucius
 
  Atlantis

[Helios]

The Wanderer upon the Lightway was slightly startled by the scene unfolding before him.

A man faced his two assailants, white energies crackling in his two hands. In front of him was a demon warrior, clad in obsidian armor and carrying a bloodstained greatsword, and a skeleton mage, covered in gray robes and holding a staff of bone. The two monstrosities glared at the man with their baleful eyes, ready to attack.

To intervene or not to intervene, that is the question. Whether to use precious time upon this quest of the gravest and most extreme importance to assist this man, or to continue onwards.

Operael, please relay to Lord Lindalael that I wish to intervene in a matter not directly relevant to the mission in this world.

And the Wanderer described the small situation.

Lindalael authorises your intervention, but reminds you to be aware of your purposes and to finish your mission as soon as possible.

That is simple; both will I do.

And with clear voice, hinting at the beautiful, yet dignified and more grey than white, "Greetings, stranger. Perhaps you might appreciate assistance?"

[Bloodshadow]

Reserved.

Jonathan gazed at the two creatures before him, his eyes calm and impassive. Should he let those two live? They had obviously tried to kill Jonathan, though that might be an act purely in self-defense. "I have no quarrels with you, creatures of Darkness and Death," Jonathan said calmly. "If you would lower your weapons and leave me be, I shall spare your lives."

"Ha!" The Demon barked in contempt. "Spare our lives, my ass! You Angels are all the same, actin' as though you rule the goddamn world! We'll decide if we'll let you live, you self-righteous-"

Suddenly, the Lich raised one skeletal hand to stop its companion. "Do not waste time with an Angel," the undead mage said with its hollow-sounding voice. "He is Light, therefore he is the enemy. Enemies will be terminated on sight." Then, without any warning, the Lich raised its bone staff and fired a bolt of purple virulent energy, straight at Jonathan's face. Swiftly Jonathan dodged to his right, and the bolt soared past his face. Where the deadly energy made contact with the ground, the pristine white granite turned a deathly shade of gray, all Light energies drained and dead.

Jonathan sighed. Why did this always happen? He didn't want to kill, yet he was forced to do so again and again. "You don't know who you're dealing with," he muttered, and sent a blast of piercing, blinding white light toward the Lich. However, the Demon was there in an instant, blocking the attack with his obsidian spiked shield. Jonathan raised an eyebrow; apparently those two were stronger than they looked. A quick sweep with his sixth sense confirmed his suspicions. The two creatures in front of Jonathan were very powerful, too powerful for Jonathan's unarmed mortal human form to handle. He would have to fight them seriously, perhaps with his sword Excalibur.

Jonathan was about to summon his sword, when he sensed another presence close to him. He turned his head around sharply, focusing his eyes on the form of a tall man clad entirely in a light gray hooded cloak. "Greetings, stranger. Perhaps you might appreciate assistance?" The man said.

Jonathan frowned. He could instantly tell that the newcomer is an Angel, and a very powerful one; his essence shone with Light and purity. But why was that Angel clad in a gray cloak? Though less tattered, the Angel's cloak was rather similar, at least in color, to the one worn by the Lich. This was the land of Light, and Jonathan could scarcely imagine why an Angel would want to hide his form in his own domain. Nonetheless, Jonathan knew he should try to befriend the Angel; perhaps the Angel could lead him to the mysterious entity that Jonathan was speaking to a moment ago. "I can handle those two by myself, though I would appreciate it if you assist me and save me some trouble."

And with that, Jonathan slammed his palms together. A bright golden light burst into existence between Jonathan's hands, as the Sun-shaped tattoo on his left palm lit up. He pulled his hands apart; the moment he did so, a shining bar of white-gold light seemed to have been pulled out of Jonathan's left hand. In an instant the light solidified itself, into the shape of an elegant silver longsword decorated with golden runes of Light.

"What, another one?!" The Demon growled. "You're both dead!" The creature let out a feral, bloodthirsty howl, and charged at Jonathan, its bloodstained meat cleaver raised high above its head. Jonathan allowed his lips to curl into an arrogant smile, as he raised his own sword to block the Demon's greatblade. With a single hand Jonathan stopped his opponent's sword that was much larger than his own, and began to push back. The Demon bared its vicious fangs and tightened its grip, trying to overpower Jonathan with brute strength. Before it could succeed, Jonathan opened his left palm, and hurled forth a sphere of white light the size of his head, slamming it straight into the Demon's armor-clad torso. The ball of light exploded, blowing the Demon back more than ten meters. The Demon stood up and left out a ferocious snarl, telling Jonathan that it was more enraged than hurt.

Human form isn't going to be enough for this brute, Jonathan thought. Immediately he spread his Angelic wings, and a bright white aura materialized around his body. He could upgrade his Excalibur too, though it didn't seem all that necessary; his sword in its basic form appeared to be perfectly capable of handling the great meat cleaver carried by the Demon. With a wave of his hand, Jonathan materialized a dozen energy swords made of concentrated Light, each of them pointing at the growling, black-armored Demon.

Jonathan gave a sidelong glance at the gray-clad Angel. "Want to show me what you can do?" He asked casually.

Helios, your character is probably facing the Lich right now. You haven't written an introductory battle, so I don't know how your character fights; I'll leave that to you for now.

BTW, there might be some confusion after the fight. Jonathan will think that Ticarael is an Angel from Elements, while Ticarael will probably think that Jonathan is an Angel from Elements.

[Helios]

Twelve swords of purity impacted swiftly with the Demon, whom screamed in agony and growled, his jaws open in a fierce snarl, his head towards the heavens as if he had experienced a change of heart and were resolved to seek the magnanimity of God.

"Not bad; I suppose the turn is mine."

With a fluid motion of his hand, he summoned forth a lightning storm, for almost immediately, gathering stormclouds began to obscure the Sun directly over an area of the field where the foes stood 35 metres in radius and suddenly, powerful bolts of purple lightning struck the targeted area with great precision.

Smitten twice more, the Demon howled and finally appeared to be on the verge of collapse, though he was not to be underestimated; a small amount of the will to fight remained in him still.

The Lich, though very startled, appeared to have reacted in time to create a Death-energy barrier above him.

Not bad, but all I need do is to increase the intensity and the voltage.

He chuckled grimly.

The bolts of lightning became ever stronger, now blue-white in colour, piercing the Lich's defences upon the third strike and forcing his adversary to his knees.

A lightning storm on a Demon and a Lich? Overkill indeed, Operael said dryly.

Better than summoning meteors or tornadoes, Operael.

In the Host, one is instructed carefully to always value the economy of energy. Perhaps some military training would be good for you.

In the Host, most people need to conserve energy. For myself, that need is non-existent where a small lightning storm is concerned.

This conversation between Angels lasted for an extremely minute period of time. In fact, simultaneously, the Wanderer had summoned Alpha and Istva, and, his opponent suppressed by the lightning, had charged forward with great agility and sliced off the Lich's right arm, simultaeneously dismembering and disarming his opponent.

Without his weapon, the monster was essentially powerless.

The lightning ceased.

"I know not why you attack this Kingdom of Light, creature of Death, but it is not my concern. Swear by the High Ones to no longer bear arms against this realm again, to never disturb its peace, and I will allow you to go," he said calmly.

[$$$man]

Zeni after being teleported sees a vast thunderstorm off in the  distance, with such concentratred power it was shattering what seem like a wall made of death energy. He began walking closer, thinking to himself "What is with the fighting going on every where." When he saw the two angels fighting alongside, He cast mutation upon himself to become an angel. Very proud of his actions he walked up to the group, casting dissapation shield over himself, and asked. "What may you be doing my fellow bretheren."

[Helios]

Observing the approach of the newcomer, the Wanderer says calmly, "You may wear such a mask, stranger. The Dark One himself once was clad in fair form to deceive many, but your essence you cannot conceal. You are not of a Light-alignment. So the question then, is, whom are you?"

[Bloodshadow]

Aww... Helios, I was gonna blow Zeni's cover...

Reserved.

BTW, maybe we should make it so that Dissipation Shield only absorbs energy-based attacks; otherwise it would be overpowered.

Jonathan narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the "Angel" that just greeted him. The gray-clad Angel who had just assisted Jonathan seemed to notice the strangeness about the newcomer too, and he asked for the stranger's identity. When the stranger did not answer immediately, Jonathan focused his piercing golden glare upon the Angelic-looking stranger. "You cannot fool me; you are no Angel. You are Entropy."

"What do you mean, my brethren?" The stranger pretended to be startled. "I am-"

Jonathan sighed. "Next time, when you're trying to hide your Entropic essence, make your Dissipation spell less noticeable. And I warn you, stranger; your Dissipation Shield will not save you from my blade."

The Lich, forgotten by everyone else, suddenly stood up and let out a blood-curdling shriek. "YOU ANGELS!" The undead creature screamed. "YOU WILL ALL DIE!"

The undead mage's skeletal body burst open, scattering dry bones and gray cloth everywhere. From the body of the Lich came a sickly gray vapor tinged with indigo, rapidly spreading like some sort of vile disease. The half-dead Demon Warrior whimpered in terror, but it was too injured to get away. The moment the indigo-gray gas made contact with the Demon, the Demon began to dissolve, until there was nothing left of him but a pile of gray bones.

Jonathan sighed again. Insolent fool that doesn't know when to give up, he grumbled in his mind. With a flick of his fingers, the center of the ghastly gray fog burst into brilliant golden sunlight. In an instant the localized Sun flare consumed the gray vapor, purifying it and converting it to clean, harmless air. More needless slaughter... He sighed a third time.

Jonathan turned to his two companions. "You are an Angel," he said to the gray-clad figure, "and I'm not sure what you are," he said to the fake Angel who smelled of Entropy. "Can either of you tell me who you are, and what is going on in this world of yours?"

[Helios]

"I am, and yet, am not an Angel. However, that is a tale which will not be told now. If I was aware of what had happened in my world, I would scarcely be here. I must now hasten to complete an investigation ordered by the High Ones. My path takes me to the capital of this Kingdom of Light, for the moment."

And it appeared as if he had begun to prepare his departure.

[Bloodshadow]

Remember, guys, that this isn't an RPG. Short posts aren't against the rules, but I'd appreciate it if you write longer, more story-like posts.

[Helios]

It would be difficult for me to assign actions or dialogue to your characters, however.

[Bloodshadow]

Well, make them up and try to be in-character. If anything doesn't work, I'll object. You've done this before in Gradual Massacre.