Elements RPG! Part 3

[Purity_Riot]

Sekhor: Ya, I've kinda been waiting for more from Mordekai before I continue, but I was thinking they could join in during the nymph story, since that's next

[Wardead]

Wow, Lots of things happening. Everyone is noticing Vaxyos now!

 

*Vaxyos looks at Heimdall shouting, 'I am Master of Aether, I am Heimdall!". Heimdall was in a mental confusion, as I saw him shouting the phrase many times. First Vaxyos thought Heimdall might have gone insane but then Vaxyos has realized that he didn't know he was the Master of Aether. Then Vaxyos saw Heimdall killing many "undeads" with lightings and thunder. Then Vaxyos heard something which made him surprised, "Master Of Fire". The Angel had said it and pointed at me when he did. And I heard his name had changed to Chamuel. The angel had gone an evolution. And so did Heimdall, he realized he was the master. And then the Vampirish creature just ripped the whole sky! He killed the Reaper by the abyssial rift in the sky. So many changes!

The whole crew moved on to the Dead Marshes. It was poisonous in sight and smell. It blinded the eyes and killed when someone smelled the air. Vaxyos was not affected, since he need not to breathe. He was walking on the Marshes unharmed but disgusted. He looked at the others, suffering...

[Purity_Riot]

Being as vague as possible, my grammar natzi-ness is getting the best of me.

anyone else?

[Wardead]

Is my English grammar that bad?

[Optimalist]

OOC: Minor mistakes Wardead, but noticeable. I personally don't mind. Um... can I request you not to italicize your entire entry? You can just use the following conventions:

OOC: for Out Of Character messages and

InC: for In Character entries

[Wardead]

I'm used to Italics but ok. OOC and InC it is.

[Purity_Riot]

OOC:

That would help alot. It's not that the grammar is that bad. I mean it is, but I can handle that. It's that when mixed with the italics that hurts my brain.

[Wardead]

OOC: Ok ok. Well...anyone going InC now? I have to write my update after someone posts theirs.

[Terroking]

Ok.... So it's done now, right? I'll just have us move on into the Marshes, with that description you posted Blood.

InC:

Dorfl hadn't seen much of what Xanriel and Jonathan had done to the remainers of the Dead Legion, but he had rounded back towards them atop his glistening Jade Dragon once the undead started to break down, and saw Jonathan, who called himself BloodShadow for the second time, Dorfl noted, rip a hole in the sky to some terrible dimsension, filled with tenticles and grabbing claws and things of Evil that would destroy the world at a thought.

But he'd managed to control the demons easily and send the Reaper which had appeared to powerful into it without any evident effort, which was both comforting and worrying.

He was walking the track that was still leading them into the Marshes, chatting with Hiemdall, who had undergone his own transformation, about events in the battle. Xanriel had evolved into some incredible, 18-winged angel of Light, and had pointed to each of their party, calling them . . . Masters.

The title was strangely familiar to Dorfl, but he couldn't quite place it. Apparently, Xanriel had called him the Master of Earth, which came as a total surprise. Another surprise, however, was how natural it felt to be called that. It could even be that . . .

But, as goes the laws of the Multiverse, Dorfl was interrupted moments before he had this incredible revelation. The path they were following had been getting narrower and narrower, and now it slip completely, forking in so many directions that Dorfl was sure half of them led to each other. How could a single road go this many places?

Even worse, the paths all lead into a dense jungle, but there was not a trace of green to be seen, all the trees were blackened with age and disease, their gnarled trunks branching into spiky limbs, obscuring any and all daylight that tried to enter.

WIll finish

[Sirenes]

Hearing Xanriel begin his announcement, Sirenes squinted into the sky at the shinig star that he was. He was as if he was getting brighter by the minute. Her eyes followed as he indicated the master, announcing their names. She sees him point to Max, naming him the Master of Entropy and she smiles, nudging him. "Would you look at that? You're the-" Then her name is spoken and every current thought fled her mind. What? She looks back to him, then at Max in confusion. He must have been mistaken.

Her thoughts were broken, as Max suggested that they finish off the last of their undead opponents. She was lifted onto his back and hauled off into the sky with Sirenes on his back, weaving through the air, just above the ground. He didn't dare go much higher with Jonathan's spell seemingly to be snatching random victims into the sky and simply snuffing out their existance as if it had never been. Sirenes shivered, leaning low on Max's back, as though if somehow the tendrils of darkness had selected her to be one of it's victims it would help.

Max ended up doing most of the work, as she was still drowning in thought after thought, one piling on top of the next. Only the fear of Jonathan's spell drew her from the depths of her mind, but once it ended, there was nothing more to pull her to the surface.

Before she knew it, they were moving on to their next destination. The army marched through a narrow pass, headed for the Dead Marshes. Max had offered to let her ride the entire way there, but she declined, chosing to walking with Xanriel instead and as the pass grew narrower and narrowe, even he was forced to either land and walk or become much too small for anyone to ride him.

"Sirenes... is something wrong?" Xanriel hugged his arms around him tightly, a bit concerned.

She shook her head, bearly hearing him at all. Her steps were slow and zombie-like as she thought. Somewhere in the back of her mind the idea rang true, but the surface continued to deny it. It simply couldn't be possible. She was much too weak to be a master of anything.

[icybraker]

Heimdall's mind was alert and sharp, even more than usual, as the adventurers were walking down the swamp. In one moment, he had finally discovered who he was. He was still Heimdall, but he was also the Master of Aether. Memories, facts, and abilities that were locked away from him for years came rushing back as Heimdall experimented, like he was being born for the third time.

Suddenly, as the group headed deeper into the swamp, Heimdall was hit with a confusing and disabling stench. "Swamp gas!" he called out as his friends reeled back with disgust.

Cast the filter spell, Heimdall conveyed to Veneficus. Veneficus and a small pack of soldiers were travelling on a different path. Each cluster of soldiers took a different path, and Heimdall and Veneficus both expanded their minds outward. Together, they covered all the soldiers with mental energy.

"Hey, what's going on?" MaX said, bumping up against Heimdall. "It's a little spinny in here..."

Heimdall responded by letting his mental energy flow out of him. He watched as the energies wove themselves into a spell that flowed into all of the soldiers Heimdall had in his sphere of protection. Heimdall watched, amazed, as he recalled his newfound spellcasting powers. Such a powerful spell - and it can affect all these people at the same time! A minute later, Veneficus cast his spell, the energies flowing into the small cluster of soldiers that were out of Heimdall's casting range.

Heimdall sniffed the air once more and smiled. The filter spell successfully blocked out the toxins in the air and allowed the army to continue deeper into the swamp without being affected. Normally, I would never be able to cast a spell of that magnitude. What else am I capable of? Heimdall smiled to himself once more.

[Optimalist]

OOC: Wardead, we use italics when the character is speaking with his mind, talking to the self or to another mentalist. As you also notice, we use creative texts when casting spells or to emphasize an event like talking to special characters.

InC:
Seeing Sirenes with her angel, max knew she was in the safest hands.

Slogging through the marshes, mAx cleared his mind with a meditative pace. The day's dose of is taking its usual effect on his system. It was funny because you'd think that chaos would be more unpredictable than this. Instinct led him to follow the first friend he ever had, that aquamarine master up ahead. Something was happening. He felt like he was swim-walking in thick air. Bumping into Heimdall, maX's thoughts were brought back to the angel's declaration. "Hey what's going on?"

Master of Entropy? Master.... I knew it! It had to be that. Absorbing all those powers from the Druid and his coven. I haven't even fully explored magics that have traditionally been kept secret from assistants.

"It's a little spinny here.... I thought I was only hearing voices. And, in fact, I WAS!", the elf laughed at his own joke. The voice of Chamuel The stark truth that faced him was so overwhelming that he couldn't stop laughing as tears flowed freely from his almond-shaped eyes. The enormity of the responsibility of being chosen as Master weighed on him and he knew immediately that he was the right choice.

I'm proud of you... my son.

Mother? But you are... Destiny.

As he spoke the truth, a deluge of history rushed into his mind and became memories that he knew he always had.   How he came forth from a Blessed Fate Egg nurtured by.... RAINBOW, the androgynous asexual False God and great balancer of all quanta. That means! Oh my... I'm half-blood. I'm Half-Blood. OMFG. I'M HALF-BLOOD! From a forgotten-fallen-druid's assistant to a Half-Blood Master... this has got to be the best Cinderella story I've ever heard. I feel just like a princess... NO! A Queen! And, with that thought, maX's laughter took on a different edge. Brighter. More joyful. More magnanimous.

Not to mention, more powerful.

[ Blessed Chaos Power Aura ]