Elements RPG! Part 1

[Purity_Riot]

OOC:

Don't worry about Xanriel, I won't mess up the story line at all.

InC:

He watched as the cells withered and died, and yet one remained, as though they were multiplying quicker than they could be killed. Remarkable he thought as he stood and squished the life out of the last cell remaining. Life was so fragile, he needed to make it stronger. Staring at the pile of dead, diseased flesh, he could only marvel at what he had done. Spreading his wings, he took to the skies, looking about the city. So much potential... so many experiments he could conduct... From his vantage point, high above the city, Xanriel looked across the horizon and was mortified. What first seemed to be a black cloud slowly came into sight. Though it was far away, Xanriel was sure he could see a great black dragon headed to the city, hundreds of smaller creatures flying around it. He could not believe his eyes, but he knew someone needed to be warned. Looking to the ground below, he quickly spotted the safe house and dove for it. Though he spread his wings to slow himself down, his momentum carried him onward, through a window on the highest floor, glass cutting and scrapping his wings, rendering them useless, feathers dusting the floor.

[icybraker]

OOC: They're coming already?

InC: Heimdall thanked the strange proprietor. He looked pained as his wrinkled fingers slowly let go of the vial of Nymph's Tears. Heimdall tucked the vial inside an interior pocket of his cloak. "My heart goes against it, but my purse does not," said the proprietor. "If there's nothing else I can help you with, good day to you." Heimdall, Dorfl, and Zanthos stepped outside the door.

"Well," said Heimdall, "I'm going back to the house. I need to eat, and they have some spare fish left over. You two can follow me if you want." Heimdall set off on a brisk walk back to the house. The real reason he wanted to return to the house was to investigate the Nymph's Tears. Now that he had a bottle in possession, perhaps he could communicate with it. His pulse quickened in excitement as he shuffled through the dark streets back to the safe house.

[Terroking]

As Hiemdall began to walk away, a deep rumbling began and the stench of rotting flesh came inb from the west, the three saw a black and gray mass slowly moving closer, and Xanriel rushed in, his face bloody and cut with shards of glass. "Can you see them?" He yelled, running towards them. "Yes, but what is it?" Zanzthos said, "It reeks of death and darkness, even more than this town." Johnathan rushed in with Nyxia at his side. "What's going on? And where is Ragen?"

OOC: Hope I didn't do too much, or make them attack too early...

[icybraker]

Heimdall ran into the house once he heard the commotion. "What's wrong?" He demanded. He noticed Nyxia, Jonathan, Xanriel, and Dorfl; Xanriel seemed to be injured. "A great force is coming!" shouted Xanriel.

Heimdall stole a glance outside the window. Indeed, he saw a dark cloud starting to descend upon the city... exactly as his dream had portrayed. "So it was real," said Heimdall. "Dragons! Warriors! An army is coming, Jonathan, and it's led by a tall, dark general! His eyes are very black and deep, almost hypnotic. Ring any bells?" Heimdall fervently hoped that Zanthos and Ragen would enter the safe house. Zanthos had followed Heimdall back to the house, so he wouldn't be long, but they had no idea where Ragen had wandered off to.

OOC: And that's my last post of the day, I'm off to bed. Drag me around, use my powers. See you in more than 12 hours.

[minipika12]

After hearing Xanriel shout some hard to hear words about some force or other, then see Heimdall sprint into the safe house, Zanthos looked up. All at once, his knees began to shake as he gazed across the sky, filled with the creatures of darkness. He stood there, shocked into stillness, until Dorfl grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him inside. Once his eyes could no longer see the hordes of creatures, Zanthos immediately regained control over his limbs. "Sorry Dorfl," he said, "I was just very unnerved by the horrible army of creatures in the sky." Ashamed that he had shown weakness, Zanthos kept his head looking at his feet as he spoke the words. "I guess we should be getting ready for combat, then." Zanthos, now having more control over his emotions and shame, looked up, seemingly strong and confident as he oiled his bowstring and readied for the coming battle.

[Terroking]

"Yes, but I'd say we have about an hour before they arrive, anyone got a firebomb?" He said with a gleam in his eye. "I'm going to need a bit more space than this though, if we want to take on an army." Eyeing the huge room with disapproval, he stepped outside, drew on the eternal Darkness energy around him, he began to grow, becoming over 15" tall and still getting bigger.

[Bloodshadow]

Whoa, whoa, guys! The undead army won't be here until tomorrow! Really, you're screwing up my storyline!

Can we just pause this for a few minutes, and temporarily go back in time a few hours? There's an important scene with Jonathan and Nyxia that I have yet to do. I'll do it after I eat dinner, then we can proceed with the invasion.

And shouldn't it be a Bone Dragon in the army of undead? But I guess there could be some Darkness creatures in there as well...

[Purity_Riot]

Sorry, I guess we assumed your uncle was darkness, family and all that.

You can still interject with what you did before hand.

[Bloodshadow]

I've thought of a name for Jonathan's uncle But I'm keeping it a secret right now
He was Darkness, before he sold his soul to Morte. Now he's both Darkness and Death.

OK, on with the story.

NOTE: All of below happened BEFORE Xanriel saw the army of undead closing in on the town. At this point, all the other party members are still exploring the town, and Xanriel was still conducting his eerie experiments.

Under the forever-midnight sky, Jonathan and Nyxia walked together hand-in-hand. Jonathan felt as though he hadn't seen his girlfriend for an eternity, and all he wanted right now was to hold her close to him.

And yet...

"What's wrong, John?" Nyxia asked, her dark eyes full of concern.

"Nah... It's nothing." Jonathan shook his head.

Nyxia kissed him, then looked into his crimson eyes. "Come on, John. We never keep secrets from each other. What's on your mind?"

"It's just... Heimdall's dream..."

"What of it? It's just a dream, and it won't hurt us." Nyxia smiled reassuringly.

"Nyx, last time Heimdall dreamed something, it came true exactly like he dreamed. Remember that human with us, Ragen? Heimdall dreamed that he would join us on our journey, and here he is."

"So, you're saying that the dream of ulitharids have prophetic powers?" Nyxia asked.

"Yes..."

Nyxia leaned closer to Jonathan. "John, no prophet can perfectly foretell the future. Such a thing is even beyond the grasp of the fabled Oracle. Just because it worked once, doesn't mean that it'll work again. Besides, this town is neutral territory anyways. So don't worry too much, all right?"

"Sure, I guess..." Jonathan sighed. "What will I do without you, Nyx?"

Nyxia smiled, and kissed him again. Then, she remembered another thing. "John, when was the last time you drank blood? No wonder you're cranky."

Jonathan tried to remember, but couldn't. A lot had happened in the past few days. "A while ago, I think."

"Then have some of my blood." Nyxia pulled him into an alley, and offered him her neck.

Jonathan looked at his lover's neck. Her soft, flawless skin and tender feminine flesh was enough to make his fangs itch and mouth water. Taking a deep breath and extending his incisors, Jonathan pulled Nyxia into his arms and gently sank his fangs into her smooth skin.

The blood of a Black Nymph was absolutely delicious. Jonathan had almost forgotten how sweet and tasty Nyxia's blood was. He drank gently, savoring every drop. After a few seconds he pulled away, fully satisfied and feeling better than ever. But he did not release Nyxia from his embrace; instead he offered her his own neck. "It's your turn, Nyx."

Nyxia smiled like a little girl who had been awarded delicious treats. She kissed Jonathan on the cheek, then extended fangs of her own. As gently as Jonathan had been, she sank her fangs into his neck and drank.

Jonathan let out a sigh of bliss. No matter how hard she bit, Nyxia had never, ever caused him even a since ounce of pain. Instead, he felt as though liquified happiness was spreading into his veins.

Jonathan and Nyxia were two unique beings. What's even more unique was that when they fed from each other, their blood seemed to make both of them more powerful. Nyxia's nymph blood fortified Jonathan's powers, and Jonathan's vampiric and demonic blood made Nyxia stronger also. A significant portion of their powers came from drinking each other's blood.

When they were to have a child, their child would be an all-powerful dark god.



Just when they were about to return to the mansion, Jonathan suddenly heard a deep, rumbling sound coming from the west. Then, he smelled the scent of rotting, decaying flesh. Their eyes widened, and they looked at each other.

"No... NO!" Jonathan almost shouted in frustration.

"Come on John, return to the mansion!" Nyxia tugged at his hand. Wanting to return to the mansion as fast as possible, Jonathan spread his wings, scooped Nyxia up in his arms and flew toward his house.

With Nyxia by his side, Jonathan rushed into the room, only to see Xanriel tattered and bruised. His face and wings were bloody, and cut with shards of glass. "What's going on?" Jonathan demanded.

"A great force is coming!" Xanriel shouted.

"So it was real," said Heimdall. "Dragons! Warriors! An army is coming, Jonathan. And it was led by a tall, dark general! His eyes are very black and deep, almost hypnotic. Ring any bells?"

Jonathan tensed as something clicked into place in his memory. "****!!!" Jonathan swore viciously, and pounded the wall hard with his fist. Nyxia's face was filled with worry.

"So who is it?" Heimdall was unnerved by the sudden flare of raw hatred in Jonathan's red eyes.

Jonathan twisted his lips in disgust, as though the word he was about to utter was ultimate taboo. "Mavros," he spat out that one single word like a venomous curse. "The traitor."

Heimdall remembered when Jonathan told them about his family's betrayal and massacre. The demon prince was crying tears of blood, and Heimdall could sense the burning hatred emanating from him without even telepathically trying. "Mavros? Is he..."

"Mavros of the Black Eclipse. He is John's uncle." Nyxia explained.

Jonathan flinched as though he had been struck. "That traitor is no uncle of mine," he said through clenched teeth and fangs; if it had been anyone but Nyxia, he would have screamed in rage. Jonathan's face was torn in pain and hate. Nyxia gently touched his face, trying to soothe him. She could see the sclera of Jonathan's eyes turning black, and a trickle of blood-tear started to drip from one corner of his left eye. "Nyx, he killed my parents without blinking an eye. And he tried to kill both of us."

"John..." Nyxia whispered, wiping away Jonathan's tear of blood.

"This time, I will tear that worthless scumbag to pieces." Jonathan said, meaning every single word of it.

DO NOT NINJA! This is far from finished.

EDIT: All the romancing and cheesy bits are now over, but this is only HALF finished. Now I'm going to write a brief introduction about Jonathan's uncle, the traitor. DO NOT NINJA.

EDIT 2: Phew, finished. So that's his name, Mavros. It's a Greek root for "black".

[icybraker]

As Xanriel healed his wounds, Heimdall flinched when he heard the name of Jonathan's uncle. Mavros. It sounded so foreign, and yet, so familiar. "Jonathan, we will help you fight off his undead horde, you know that. And the vampires and demons of this town - I can see that they are already arranging battle stations. We will drive the troops back, and you can have your revenge." Just then, Ragen burst into the house, almost breaking the door off its hinges.

"Just took care of some early skeleton Scouts," he said, panting. He seemed to have acquired a nasty new mace and a Diamond Shield. "You've heard the news, I take it?"

"We have," replied Heimdall.

"The vampires and demons are fighting back. But the Skeletons... they attacked too quickly. They didn't have time to structure their armies...I'm afraid this town is more or less lost," said Ragen.

"Aah," said Jonathan, his blood-red eyes glinting. "But this town has a secret weapon."

"Really?" asked Dorfl excitedly. "What?"

Jonathan strode out the door, unsheathing his beautifully wicked blade. The party followed him.

"Us."

[Bloodshadow]

All right. This is the part where all my spoilers come in.

Spreading his demonic wings, Jonathan rose gracefully in the midnight sky. Lifting herself up with an aura of darkness, Nyxia followed him. What they saw made their stomachs sick with dread.

Hordes and hordes of undead, as far as the eye could see, was pouring from the western horizon. The air was filled with the stench of rotting flesh. Skeletons, zombies, ghouls, lichs, and false vampires, they were everywhere. Even the sky was littered with Bone Dragons, necromantic energies swirling around their skeletal bodies to keep them afloat.

"That traitor... How dare he! This is neutral ground!" He spat.

Jonathan was in his demonic form now, his sclera black and bottomless, his hair long and wild, his body covered with obsidian armor. His blade glowed with bloodlust, ready to drain its next victim into an empty husk.

A Bone Dragon snarled, and lunged at Jonathan. Without even thinking, Jonathan slashed its head cleanly off, snapping its backbone. But an undead creature could not be killed so easily. The now-headless Bone Dragon tried blindly to claw at Jonathan, only to be blown to bits by a powerful bolt of darkness from Nyxia's hand.

"Go find Mavros, John. I'll watch your back." Nyxia said reassuringly.

Jonathan nodded, and flew on ahead. He focused all his attention on finding the one man he hated the most in the world, while Nyxia blasted all undead creatures going near them to bits. She might look like a sweet and innocent young girl, but her mind was as sharp and deadly as a rapier and she was just as powerful as Jonathan. Exactly the reason why Jonathan loved her so much.

Finally, Jonathan spotted him. There he was, floating in the midst of the undead army, leading them. Mavros was clad in a long black cloak similar to Jonathan's, but sickly gray bones decorated the rims of his attire. His hair was jet black, slicked down like the traditional vampire aristocrat.

"Rain of Blood!" Jonathan cried, and slashed viciously with his sword, which promptly burst into scarlet flames. A barrage of red and black bolts rushed toward the undead bodyguards surrounding Mavros, and they were annihilated instantly.

Mavros jerked his head toward Jonathan's direction, and chuckled. "Ever the one with flashy entrances, eh Jonathan? Long time no see, Nephew." He looked at Jonathan with his bottomless, abyssal eyes.

The very sound of the word "nephew" made Jonathan want to tear out Mavros's heart and shove it down his filthy mouth. If he even has a heart anymore, Jonathan thought.

"How dare you, traitor!" Seething with rage and hatred, Jonathan hissed at his uncle. "This town is marked as neutral ground by Incarnate himself!"

Mavros let out a cruel, mocking laugh. "Foolish child, I no longer serve Incarnate. His will is nothing to me. All hail Lord Morte the Undying!" With that battle roar, the undead horde charged ahead with full force.

"You disgust me, traitor."

"Come now, Nephew. Don't be so mean to your good old uncle." Mavros smiled. "If you join me in servitude to Lord Morte, then I will spare your life, and maybe even the life of your little girl toy."

"Don't you dare mention Nyx with your filthy lips!" Jonathan let out a feral snarl at Mavros's casual degradation of his dearest lover. "Hell's Lament!"

Mavros's gaping, abyss-like eyes widened as his horde of undead was being struck down by Jonathan's cataclysmic technique. It was as though Hell itself was weeping for Jonathan's sorrow and hate, as columns after columns of darkness and blood burst out of the ground, reducing the bones of the undead to ashes.

"Impressive, Jonathan. You've become stronger. But it still will not be enough to defeat me."

"Oh, really, Mavros?" Jonathan sneered. "Then why have you avoided a one-on-one battle with me ever since you betrayed my parents?"

Mavros flinched as though he had been struck. "You overestimate your abilities, boy!" He bared his fangs that reeked of death and decay.

"You overestimate your abilities, traitor." Jonathan twisted his lips into a malevolent grin. "Tell me, have you ever seen my True Form? It was the one thing that genuinely scared my Father."

That is not possible, Mavros thought. Phaeus did not even move a facial muscle when he was confronted by the massive horde of undead. For all those times he had known Phaeus, Mavros had never, ever seen him frightened by anything. "You're bluffing, child. And what might this True Form of yours be?"

"Only three people have seen it and lived: Father, Mother, and Nyx." Jonathan bared his fangs as he began to concentrate his Darkness energy. "And I am going to make sure that you don't become the fourth."

Editing in progress. Do not ninja.

EDIT 2: Today, you might get a chance to see Jonathan's Black Dragon on steroids. And you may even get a chance to see the legendary Bloodshadow Apocalypse!

EDIT 3: OK, you guys can post now. You have a while before Jonathan goes uber and berserk.

[icybraker]

Can we post now?