Elements RPG! Part 1

[Bloodshadow]

I guess posts in Forum Games don't count toward the post count. Only Elements related posts count.

Just continue the discussion. You can control Dorfl a bit.

[Sirenes]

{OOC} I don't want to.

{INC} The two continue to talk for just awhile, Dorfl telling Sirenes about himself and Sirenes telling him a bit of what she knew about herself. Or at least what she'd been up to for most of her life. She explains to him how she was on her way to Life's Forest for a bit of sight seeing and he tells her about what they'd done so far and what they planned to do now. The knowledge that they were there specifically to destroy the fallen elves that had attacked them before was a surprise. Perhaps this group really was a gathering of heroes. Still... the one with the black wings didn't seem very stable at all.

[Bloodshadow]

Sirenes, often the people in this game are AFK. If you don't step up a bit and control the other characters a bit, all you can do is wait when they're AFK.

Editing in progress.

Jonathan was sitting on his bed and mentally talking to the shimmering image of Nyxia beside him, when he sensed the chaotic and hostile aura of the False Elves again. This time, the aura of Entropy was much, much stronger, and they were filled with intention to kill.

"Nyx, I have to go. We're under attack," Jonathan said gravely, and stood up. Giving him one last mental kiss, the shadowy illusion of Nyxia dissipated into nothing.

Jonathan barely got downstairs, before the wooden door of the inn was slammed open once again. Fallen Elves rushed in, their violet eyes blazing with rage and contempt as they looked at Jonathan. From the first glance, there were at least twenty of them, and more still outside. They unsheathed their twisted elven blades that glowed with chaotic energies.

"What do you want, heretics?" Jonathan glared at the Fallen Elves coldly.

"Your death," said the first Fallen Elf as he charged at Jonathan.

Jonathan laughed. He was just about to pierce the Fallen Elf's heart with his blade, before he heard a sharp twang in the air above him. The next thing he knew, the Fallen Elf was dead on the floor, his face a mask of shock, and an arrow through his heart. Jonathan looked up, to see Zanthos aiming his longbow at the Fallen Elves. His green eyes glowed with hatred and disgust as he looked at the Fallen Elves who had been exiled by the true elven race.

"Still hanging on to the ways of Life, eh brother?" One Fallen Elf said sarcastically. "Join us! Become one with chaos!"

"I'd sooner cut my own throat." Zanthos spat before he let loose another arrow, piercing the Fallen Elf between his eyes.

Seeing their comrade's demise, every single remaining Fallen Elf fired bolts of Entropy at Jonathan and Zanthos. Jonathan and Zanthos dodged, and the wooden walls, ceiling and floor of the inn splintered, burst into flames, froze, rotted and decayed, and were shredded to bits. Seemed that there were many ways a Chaos Seed can kill someone.

"We're in big trouble," said Heimdall breathlessly as he rushed downstairs, the others behind him. "The inn is completely surrounded, and there are more than fifty Fallen Elves outside planning our demise."

"In that case, let's slaughter them all." Xanriel let out a bloodthirsty grin.

Finished.

Yeah, we can have another bloodbath...

[Sirenes]

Sirenes suddenly stops talking, turning to glance across the room at the door. Dorfl seemed to notice a well, for he moved between Sirenes and the door. "Stay behind me. They're coming."

Sirenes does as she's told, whispering to herself "Not again..." The air around her grows cold. This time she would help. No one will be ruined like the innkeeper had been.

The fallen elves were on them withing moments, breaking down the door and shattering the windows. Their party piled into the small inn's lobby. Jonathan rushed passed them and into the mob awaiting them. She hadn't even noticed him there until the battle started.

Dorfl takes the cue and launches himself into the battle as well, using brute force to pound any foe in his way into the ground. His stole fists slam into their chests, crushing bone and organs alike. The corrupted elf blood splattered onto the walls and spread over the tables, chairs and floor.

The others rushed to join the fight. From behind then, thin shards of reinforced ice pierced through chests, heads or any other open target that could be reached. Suddenly everything was burning with a tainted fire that rotted everything in sight.

"How're we even gonna get outta here with the whole place fallin' apart?!" Sirenes shouts

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel laughed like a crazed man, murmuring to himself as he brings his Halberd round in whirling arcs, cutting through cloth and chain and biting into the skin of his opponents. This time would be different, this time would be fun. If creatures were going to exist in his world, they would need to be tough. He would begin his path to self-enlightenment with his slaughter of the Fallen Elves.

As he skittered around the battle, here one moment, there the next, he left only grazes on his opponents, shallow and long cuts that would bleed profusely, but would not incapacitate, generally agitating the Fallen Elves more than injuring them. As he spun his halberd, one Fallen Elf got too close to Sirenes. In a crazed, ululating battle cry, Xanriel spun in a tight circle then let his Halberd fly. Flying through the battle, narrowly missing Jonathan and Ragen fighting amongst the Fallen Elves, his halberd hit its mark, lopping the Elf's head clean off and sticking into the wall. Within seconds Xanriel was there, pulling the halberd free and smiling to Sirenes, blood dripping down his cheek.
"Great party, eh?" He asks, head tilted as he deflects an oncoming attack, bringing the blade round in an arc and parrying it, turning the foes attack against his allies. As Sirenes and the the elf watched, his sword slid home in the chest of his ally.

[Sirenes]

She gasps, going very still as the Halberd flies by close enough for her to feel the wind of it's passing on her face. The shards of ice that had been forming around her for another attack fall to the ground, forgotten. Her eyes stare wide at Xanriel as he pops into view. She steps back from him when he begins to fight again.

[Purity_Riot]

Xanriel laughs wildly, spinning his halberd in wide, sporadic arcs, each narrowly missing an ally. As his halberd lops the head off of another Fallen Elf, he turns to Sirenes. Immediately and without any visual key, his countenance changes, his face softens as he seems to have regained some of his sanity, if only for a moment. Looking around himself at the fire, a thought dons on him.
"Ice. You use Ice. Ice is only frozen water, it you hurl your ice at the fire, instead of the elves, then the fire will melt the ice, taking away some of the heat fire needs to sustain itself, then the water will douse the flames." Grinning at his own plan, he brings his halberd up over his shoulder, blocking an attack from an elf falling upon him, pushing the blade aside and spinning in a tornado kick, connecting with the elf's chest and knocking him back before walking up to Sirenes.
"Think you can handle it kid? I'll watch your back." His face seems calm, pensive even.

[Sirenes]

She frowns at Xanriel's simple explanation. The nerve, speaking to her as if she were a dim-witted child! "I know that." She grumbles, through gritted teeth. With a loud thud, one of her palms is placed heavily against the wooden wall next to her. Cold flows outward from her body, the heat in the room causing the fog around her to grow thicker. The wood touching her hand quickly freezes, ice lancing out in veins from the central location as the rest expands to meet it. Her eyes close when the magic meets the floor and ceiling. The wood creaks and pops a the ice forces it's way through, stretching the wood. It continues on to meet the corrupted flames, the smaller veins simply melting and vaporizing as soon as they make contact. Then, the larger masses of power touch and a loud sizzling fills the room, small clouds of steam billowing out into the air.  Sirenes reinforces the ice, giving it more time to remain water before being vaporized.
Pink flames flickered and slowly died, cut off from their means of fuel.

[Purity_Riot]

As ice crawled around the room Xanriel stood with his back to Sirenes, spinning his halberd close to his body in defensive strikes, knocking blades aside and using haft blows to knock the elves back without actually hurting them, taking a completely defensive approach as the others around him finished off the elves Exriel had hurt earlier.

Again he had seen his brother. He had been in the battle, next to Xanriel all the while, except whenever Xanriel went to block an attack, Exriel quickly cut in with a killing blow or a teasing slice, ruining Xanriel's efforts. He was gone now, he couldn't see him anywhere.

"Exriel!" He shouted into the fog, "Exriel where are you? Stop killing things and get to safety!" Suddenly, his brother was there, in front of him. Xanriel watched Exriel's lips move, but it was his lips that spoke the words,
"Of course brother, safety would be pertinent... but what's safer than a corpse?" Xanriel's eyes glazed over for a second before he let out a blood curdling laugh, turning a defensive haft block into a reverse slash, bringing the elves blade into a wide arc with the haft of his halberd, then using the blade on the back end to cut deep into axillary artery, letting the elf fall to the ground and bleed out. As he charged into the battle, Xanriel's task forgotten in trying to stop his brothers killing, three elves converged on Sirenes. 

[Purity_Riot]

OOC: DUH DUH DUNNNNNUNUNUNUN

Now everyone has heard him talking to himself in two different voices
and who is Exriel?
and how /does/ he get his wings so soft?

find out next time onnnnnnnn

Xanriel, MPS angel!

[Sirenes]

Taking a deep breath, Sirenes sighs softly and opens her eyes. She pulls her hand away from the wall with a sound like cloth tearing. Wincing, she looks at her bloodied palm. Then she notices them, three elves that seemed to have her in mind as their target.

Just inches away one of them stops in it's tracks and crumbles to the ground as three arrows penetrate it's body from behind, two through the chest and one through it's head. Sirenes half screams, drops of blood splashing on her face and cloak. Zanthos gives her a sharp nod and turns to take down another that was advancing on him.

The other two were quickly cut down by Jonathan and Heimdall, who turned back to the battle to defend and fell those behind them.

"Xanriel, what are you doing?! Did you not say you would defend her?!" Jon growls, running a Fallen through the the heart.

[Purity_Riot]

"I said no such thing!" Shouts Xanriel indignantly, slicing through a Fallen and knocking his dying body into another. His sanguine eyes began to glow red, and in a flash he was on the falling elf, straddling his body on the floor. The elf struggled, but Xanriel's fangs soon found there mark in it's neck. As blood flooded into Xanriel's mouth, his eyes snapped open, ecstasy written in his eyes. He was not here to feed however. After regaining his train of though, Xanriel slowly began to pump the elf's body full of Aflatoxin. Seconds later he stood, wiping blood from his lips as he grinned.

"The Corruption can handle the rest..."