Elements RPG! Part 1

[Bloodshadow]

If I really hit Morte with the Bloodshadow Apocalypse, then Dorfl, Xanriel and this entire town would not be existent anymore. That dragon breath attack was a pretty regular attack.

Please ignore Terro's post. It's extremely anticlimatic.

[Terroking]

xD

[Sirenes]

I'm interested in this and I would like to insert a character at some point (if possible), please. I figured it was best to ask permission first ^_^. I also haven't finished completely reading what you have so Ill be doing that right now. Thanks.

[Bloodshadow]

Er... It's kinda late to join right now, but I guess you could...

But just don't be a Fallen Elf. We're currently planning to kill the Fallen Elves first thing after we've done with Morte here.

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel's breastplate quivered as it's connection to the masses was severed, feeling the death of it's offspring.

"MURDERER! YOU WILL TASTE OUR WRAITH!" The cells of Xanriel's armour swelled to the point of bursting, erupting into hundreds of smaller malignant cells that coated their Master's body in thick plate mail. The Jade Halberd's glow began to dim as Malignant Cells spread over its surface, causing it to grow and reform into a horrible scythe, the curve extending far past the needed length. Though it's life giving force sustained its light, the corruption of death tainted it. Singing out in a healing hymn, Xanriel called up the Empathic Bond, linking himself to his friends and allies. Drawing on eachother, each became stronger than the individual. Heimdall's mind exploded with power as the full potential of his brain unlocked, pushing his mind to the limit of madness before he regained control, the power almost over whelming. Ragen's mace and shield began to glow a bright green as the great warrior of stone and earth grew, his muscles and bones feeding off the ever sustained energy created by the Empathic Bond and the Malignant Cells. Dorfl's Life Spirit brought in the healing energy and redirected it through his form, empowering the Bond and doubling it's healing power as he himself grew further. Zanthos felt the familiar touch of the forests of life, his limbs becoming longer and swifter, his movement a blur as Adrenaline filled his body. Bloodshadow's form remained unchanged, the Master of Darkness impervious to the abilities of Life. Even such, his wounds were healed and his form sustained by the life of the cells, rather then taking his own energy.

Though Xanriel's mouth opened to speak, the sound came not from him, but from his armour, each of the cells speaking with his voice as they continued to grow and replicate, forming a swirling sphere for their Master to stand on.
"FOOL. YOU KNOW NOT THE POWERS YOU TRIFLE WITH. YOU ARE NO LONGER OUR MASTER. Drawing back his scythe, Xanriel descended upon the false god, the swirling cells becoming a pillar and pushing him forward, as though he ran on a sheet of moving flesh. Swinging the scythe in a powerful arc, Xanriel fed his Touch of Life through the handle of the weapon and into the blade, attempting to weaken the connection between the false god and his vessel.


OOC: W00T new players.

Always happy to have new players, the more the merrier.

Also, down with the Fallen Elves. Whoever made those guys is a real jerk.

right?

guys?

Why's everyone looking at me..

[Sirenes]

Character's Name: Sirenes Barklight

Element: Major - Water / Minor - Wind

Brief Description:  Sirenes isn't very tall, just about 5' 5" and weighs about 130 lbs. She has lightly browned skin, green eyes and wavy white hair, just past her shoulders. Her body is sometimes covered by a plain, blue cloak that covers her white cotton shirt and brown skirt. Her wrists are filled with golden bangles, large golden hoop earrings hang from her ears and heavy blue crystal hang around her neck on a leather thong. On the sides of her neck, hidden by her hair, are gills. She is able to breathe and speak while submerged in water.

Story: Not much is known about Sirenes's origin except that she came from somewhere in the water lands. She was found washed up on the Shore of Air as a child and raised by a young couple with their son. As a young child, she wandered too far playing with her friends. Upon their return, they found their home destroyed by an unknown source, her parents killed and her brother missing. She and her friends were left to fend for themselves, wandering the lands.

As an adolescent, Sirenes was able to find a job as a singer and dancer in a travelling band of performers. The pay was low, but she received food, shelter and protection from them until she chose to leave them on a journey to discover herself.

(Short and corny, I know... so sue me?)


Skills (up to 5):
1. Healing
2. Cleanse: With time, she is able to purify any substance she is able to make contact with.
3. Windspeak: She can speak to people at a distance whether it be a whisper or a shout, so long as the wind can reach them wherever they are.
4. Raindance: It may look like a dance, but it is only a method of casting a seal that can call down thunderstorms. The strength of the storm depends on the duration of the casting.
5. Ice: The creation and use of ice from the cooling of water in different manners whether for consumption, comfort or as a weapon.

[Sirenes]

Wow... everything stopped... -contemplates deleting her entry- 

[icybraker]

OOC: Lol, I was gone for a while. Nice job starting the epic fight without me.

And Purity, you said "Mordekai" instead of "Heimdall".

Calamity to calamity, thought Heimdall. We will never stop fighting. With a grim smile, he turned back to the battle between Jonathan - or, as he called himself, Bloodshadow - and Morte. Suddenly, he felt a deadly energy pulsing outwards. Then, in unison, all the undead warriors that they had already struck down...came back to life. Heimdall cursed loudly, but the gigantic life golem that was Dorfl and the crazed angel Xanriel were already working to destroy them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ragen smashing skulls tirelessly and a fierce Zanthos, letting off arrow after arrow into the hearts of ghouls. It's no use, thought Heimdall. Morte is the one we need to beat.

Heimdall ran into the town, opening every house, looking for the survivors of the siege. To his surprise, he saw a large group of vampires and demons cowering in a meeting hall.

"What are you doing here?" called out Heimdall. "Help us rid this town of Morte's undead army!"

The demons stared back at him with baleful eyes. "It's too dangerous," said one.
"Survival," said another. "Survival is more important."

"NONE of us will survive if we don't fight back," growled Heimdall. "Now. Who here knows magic or the psionic arts?"

A handful of demons and vampires stepped out. Among them, Heimdall recognized the tall shopkeeper, who flashed him the very same bloodred smile. He also recognized...

"Nyxia," breathed Heimdall. "Jonathan won't want you out there."

"No," said the Nymph. "I'm going out. He'd want me helping him."

"Well," said Heimdall, "If you believe so." Then, he ran out of the building, leading a cluster of people with him. They approached the cataclysmic battle between Morte and Bloodshadow. Xanriel seemed to be in the fray, also. Just then, Bloodshadow let loose a ray of dark energy. Morte leapt upwards gracefully, narrowly avoiding the shockwave. At the same time, Xanriel leapt upwards, cleaving through the air with a deadly scythe at Morte. He lifted his Arsenic just a fraction, and blocked the blow. Heimdall closed his eyes. "Everyone, as Jonathan and Xanriel attack Morte physically, we will have to attack him mentally." He felt the consciousness of everyone around him. The vampires had a mysterious, sneaking consciousness, which supplemented with the angry, powerful demon consciousness.

And then, there was the shifting, yet infinitely powerful consciousness of Nyxia. Heimdall had only felt another nymph's consciousness once before, and he knew what power it contained. He worked on assimilating all the mental power around him into one gigantic spear. Then, he felt even more power rush into him. What is this? thought Heimdall. Who here contains this much mental power?

Then he realized that it was himself. Xanriel's Empathic Bond, he knew.

Quit daydreaming, we got a battle to fight, said Nyxia musingly into Heimdall's mind.

Fine. Heimdall led the streams of consciousness together - an invincible battering ram filled with the mental power of a Ulitharid, a Nymph, Vampires, and Demons. He found the mind of Morte, and rammed the spear deep into the deep, deadly, scheming mind of the False God.

[Purity_Riot]

OOC: Come one Bloodddddd poooooost. I want to poooost.

But, this is your baby, so I don't want to mess up the Morte fight scenes and reactions.

[Bloodshadow]

Morte shrieked in pain as the massive battering ram of pure mental energy slammed into the False God's psyche. "No... NO!" The skeletal being gasped, as he felt the bond between his spirit and the corpse of Mavros weakening.

"Stop trying, Morte." Bloodshadow looked at the writhing form of the pained False God with his cold red eyes. "You are not using your own body, and thus your power is much weaker. Against our collective might, there is no victory for you here."

"No... Insolent fools..." Morte struggled to speak. "YOU WILL ALL DIE!" He screamed as he shook off the psionic attack on his mind, and gathered his powers once more. "COME TO ME, SOULS OF MY UNDEAD MINIONS!"

In a single instant, all the moaning, gasping undead walking on the ground and flying in the air stopped moving, and collapsed into heaps of inanimate bones. Wisps of purple and gray energy came out of their bodies, and flew toward the skeletal form of Morte. It was a truly baffling, macabre sight, as thousands upon thousands of dead souls gathered themselves into the deathly False God floating in the sky. "Now... YOU SHALL ALL PERISH!" Morte let out a sadistic, cruel sneer.

"NO!" Bloodshadow's red eyes widened, but it was already too late. Morte already gathered enough power, and there was nothing that could stop him from casting his terrible curse.

"MILLENIUM PLAGUE!"

For the first time in his life, Bloodshadow, no, Jonathan, was frightened. A Death curse of such magnitude would completely decimate the town of Darkness, and this area would be barren of life for years to come. Not to mention, his dearest friends and loved ones were fighting alongside him, and if they were caught in the curse... There was only one thing Bloodshadow could do.

The colossal body of the gargantuan black dragon burst into dark flames. Bloodshadow twined his serpentine body around itself, forming a great circle. He gathered all his power into the center of that circle, and he kept gathering and compressing power until it breached the very fabric of space. A swirling vortex of darkness was now appearing in the sky, in its center a roiling point of absolute black that led to the dimension of the primordial Darkness itself.

"DARK GATE!"

The terrible curse and pestilence of Death unleashed by Morte was drawn toward the center of the dark vortex. The souls of the tortured dead were mercilessly devoured by the gaping hole in space, and converted to nothing but the basic darkness that formed it. The vortex swirled and twisted, until all the terrible energies released by Morte were completely absorbed by the gate of darkness.

"No..." Morte whispered as utter shock and despair consumed him. That attack was the last trick up his sleeve, but yet Bloodshadow had somehow managed to stop it. He was hopelessly lost now, his powers completely spent.

The roiling vortex of darkness dissipated, and out of the darkness came a humanoid figure. Jonathan. His red eyes were dull and almost lifeless, and an expression of utmost fatigue and genuine relief was etched on his handsome face. Like Morte, his powers were spent. With a gentle sigh, he fell toward the ground.

"JOHN!" Nyxia cried. Gathering the darkness around her, she manifested a pair of ethereal, faerie-like wings on her back. She rose gracefully into the air, and caught Jonathan in her arms. "John... Speak to me! John!" Her beautiful dark eyes were full of tears.

"Nyx..." Jonathan smiled weakly, and reached up to touch Nyxia's face. "I'm all right... Just a bit tired..."

"Oh... Thank Zanzarino that you're alive, John..." Nyxia's expression changed to pure relief and joy. She offered her neck to Jonathan, so that he could drink her blood and recuperate.

While his friends and allies were gathered around Jonathan to see whether he was all right, nobody noticed the silent form of Morte as he escaped into the night.

Editing in progress.

EDIT: I think I'm finished.

So... Morte got away. No matter, we get to face him later.

[Sirenes]

{OOC} It would be plain idiotic for my character to suddenly appear in the middle of a huge battle and jump in to help a group of strangers, seeing as she isn't some incredible hero, so I will wait until after you're all done with this battle and move on to the next place to bring in Sirenes. 

[Purity_Riot]

ooc: so, are you done or...?