Elements RPG! Part 1

[Purity_Riot]

OOC:

Oh, it doesn't need to be a selkie, that was just the first nymph-ish creature that popped into my head other than a naiad, dryad, pixie or nixie. Maybe a Grig?

I know what you're saying Bloodshadow, but well, that's what they are right? Creatures made from plants it looks like.

As for the whole corruption thing, that kind of changes Xanriel's whole back story. I made that before Ross said whatever he said, and let's face it, this isn't exactly Ross's roleplay anymore, it's everyone's. He wouldn't feel as bad if this wasn't all his fault.

[Sirenes]

{OOC} Make them brown or yellow like wilting plants, maybe? Like they're... connected to the earth and once they're disconnected they start to decay. Like if you were to remove part of a plant.

[Bloodshadow]

So this Fallen Druid is the uber grand creator of all Fallen Elves? A bit powerful, don't you think? And had he spread the Entropy corruption? And did the elves willingly accept the corruption?

Oh well. That Druid got help from Chaos Lord. I guess that works. But at least make some of the elves willingly accept corruption.

[Purity_Riot]

OOC:

I really like Sirenes' idea, it makes more sense then the cards, and is more accurate.


Also, I def. agree Chaos Lord helped out. I was thinking maybe he wasn't dead when I left him, and he prayed for help to kill me and avenge his people, so Chaos Lord answered. Some elves could have turned over by coming to him I guess, that makes sense.

As for the whole spread of corruption, I think it would already have existed, he just used that power to bring back the Elves I killed. Maybe not creating /every/ fallen elf, but starting the race?

InC:

Xanriel chuckles and looks over Jonathan's shoulder, patting him on the shoulder he says
"Well my friend, let me make it up to you both." Walking around and past Jonathan, he steps in front of the Fallen Elves, looking them up and down.
"Well, you're not one of the Elves from my battle... Too week to join the war?" He shook his head, laughing as his cloak billows, even without a breeze, his hand curls as though he were holding something. As he waited for their reaction, he summoned the Jade Halberd, only instead of green... it was purple-pink.

[Bloodshadow]

Make it purple-gray instead of pink. Otherwise it reminds me of bubble gums XD

This is my last post of the day.

[Purity_Riot]

OOC: Death is purple, Entropy is Pink. Looking at Grey Nymph's though I can see that, just means I need to change every other time it was I used purple for death.

[Sirenes]

{OOC} Night, Blood. I had intended to make Sirenes half nymph (if possible), but as rare as you say they are, I decided against it. Then, you all said you were going to make nymphs. I'm warring with it in my head still.
[I changed most of my posts up to here. Just the one's with dialog. I didn't want Sirenes to speak so properly]

{INC} Sirenes moves back, unsure what he was going to do. The man seemed unstable and she probably didn't want to be nearby when he did whatever he was going to do to get rid of the fallen elves. The air around her starts to grow cold in reaction to her unease, the air growing slightly foggy just above her skin as if she were surrounded by a cloud. She would fight as well, if she had to.

[icybraker]

Heimdall stepped back, also. He had no idea what went over Xanriel, but he seemed... malignant, even. Zanthos was right, he thought. One of these days, I will have to search his mind. The Fallen Elves took a step back when Xanriel took out his weapon.

"So," said the one in the front, "You want to fight? We'll fight!" His hand flew to his longsword, but Xanriel was already upon him, slashing downwards. In one clean stroke, the man was sliced into a left half and a right half. Xanriel laughed - he actually laughed - as he killed the Elf. The other six elves already had their weapons drawn. Three of them sent strange beams of chaotic energy soaring at Xanriel, who ducked under them. They hit the counter of the inn. One of them froze the counter. Another one splintered the wood. The third one simply hit the wood and dissipated. "Chaos Seeds," said Heimdall.

Xanriel ducked and weaved through the Fallen Elves, feinting and slicing. It was as if he was drunk; his motions were erratic and slurred, making it all the more difficult for his enemies to predict where he would strike next. He had lopped off the heads of two Fallen Elves and had injured another on the shoulder. The remaining four elves clustered together, shields up.

"Alright, you crazy angel. It's time to show you what REAL powers we have." One of the Elves - a thin, scraggly one - raised a palm. Nothing seemed to happen. Suddenly, the inkeeper screamed in pain. Heimdall watched in utter horror as the inkeeper's skin changed to a sickly pink, his arms became clawed and grew to enormous lengths, and his body contorted in an utterly deformed way. Abomination, Heimdall breathed. Ragen was upon the monstrosity, smashing it over and over, but every time Ragen injured it, it only deformed the creature further. He could not land a killing blow.

Meanwhile, the four Elves converged upon Xanriel, weapons glinting menacingly. Xanriel stabbed the injured one in the chest and whipped around, parrying the rest of the thrusts. Heimdall lifted a broken section of the counter telekinetically, flinging it at the nearest Fallen Elf. He stumbled backwards and Xanriel scored an easy kill. Meanwhile, Zanthos shot another in the chest. There was only one remaining.

"Time to pay your taxes," Xanriel screeched maniacally, dispatching the last elf with a slash to the throat.

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel turns back to the group with a wicked grin on his lips,
"Well! That was exciting wasn't it?" He asks, wiping the blood of the elves off onto his robes. Hefting the halberd onto his shoulder before making it disappear, unsummoned. He stood in silence for a few seconds before looking over to Heimdall
"So... now where do we sleep?"

[icybraker]

Before answering, Heimdall stole a glance at Jonathan. He had pulled out his Gladius and sliced the Abomination to bits - literally - and seemed to have finally driven out its will to live. Heimdall glanced back at Xanriel.

"We should probably clean up the bodies first..." he said.

Dorfl was already on it. He gathered all the corpses up and the others worked to rub off the bloodstains. Dorfl ran down the hallway, dumping the corpses down into a random room and locking the door behind him.

"Hey, there are a few more empty rooms down here!" called out Dorfl.

The party walked down a hallway and was glad to find about ten empty rooms near the end of it. "Right," said Heimdall. "So... I'll choose this one." He chose the room that was the farthest back and entered it. The rooms were small; however, there was a bed, a table, and a chair, and that was all he really needed. He lay down on the bed.

Who was this strange woman who had entered their party? What could she do? What had Xanriel turned into? Would the Fallen Elves come back to them? With more questions than answers, Heimdall closed his eyes, attempting to calm himself. The Entropic Shore is hell on your mind, thought Heimdall, resting but too anxious to sleep.

[Sirenes]

{OOC} HOLD up, wait a minute. There's a real problem with playing for other people. For one, I can't REACT to anything now and I REALLY don't like that. I let it go the first time, but this time it cut off something I wanted to do and I'm a little pissed over it.

[icybraker]

OOC

Want me to edit and / or delete my post, then? I don't mind.