Elements RPG! Part 3

[Sirenes]

[OOC] Okay, well... if a scuffle does occur, just remember that you can't kill off his character without his permission. You can only beat him to within an inch of his life. Also, make it interesting and someone has to lose. We don't want it dragging on for all eternity. if you do, we'll all just leve you behind to figure out the conclusion later. 

[icybraker]

Mordekai? (Question marked as whether icy wants to give him up is uncertain)

Meh. He's not a keystone character. If you want him more than making a new character, you can have him

Vaxyos seemed to not notice the mental intrusion. Suddenly, Heimdall leaped back. Vaxyos was gone; in his place was a shimmering phoenix, which promptly flew away.

... Good Gemini! Heimdall said. Did he just transform himself? What kind of powers lie within this stranger?

After a while, the phoenix returned and transformed back into Vaxyos quickly and seamlessly. Heimdall could not help but speak then. "How... how did you do that?" he asked Vaxyos.

[Purity_Riot]

His luminous body rose up into the sky, without need for flapping, for he was lighter than air, lighter even, he was a ray of light, a streak of warmth falling through the window, piercing the dark. He was everything darkness wasn't. He embodied light, body and soul. He had duties to the world, as light, to provide them with energy, with power, with life. Rising higher still into the air, he began to glow brighter and brighter, when a shout reached his ears, snapping his mind back to the battle at hand.

He was not light, he was it's Master. He had a more important duty than that of his element, a duty to protect Sirenes. As the daughter of an Angel, and more importantly, having a key role in the future of all Nymph's, she was above the lives of others in his eyes, and he planned to keep her alive. Though he no longer wished to kill, it would be necessary to keep her safe. It was light's job to save the world and provide for it, it was his job to make it perfect for her.

He drew up his sword and his shield, and without even calling them, the motes came. The Rays of Light saw him now as one of their own, and Ray's of Light traveled in packs. Where he went, a glorious ray of sunshine would follow. He smiled to them, and in return they bounced, their energy empowering him. He stared at the sword in his hand, it was the relic of light, but it would not be enough, he needed a weapon more suited to his style, he was more than the Master of Light, more than a Guardian Angel, and he needed something new. Just as his brother's cells had so long ago, the Ray's of Light instinctively knew what to do. Just as the Jade Staff had once become when influenced by his power, the Morning Glory slowly shifted and reformed, the blade melting into liquid metal, even as the hilt and cross-guard extended and reformed, becoming a thick metal shaft. At the end of the shaft, the liquid metal reformed into the head of a halberd, a gleaming white metal in the shape of angel wings. As he drew in the power of the Rays of Light, he felt himself evolving, feeding off the energy of the Master of Light. Again he felt as though his job as an Angel would never be the same again, as his wings curled in around his body, molting all of their feathers. He had only seen this once before, and he was more excited than anyone could imagine.

OOC: and scene! Thrilling conclusion to his transformation to come.

[Bloodshadow]

We're all transforming like crazy here, aren't we?

[Purity_Riot]

Well, the difference is that I'm evolving into a new type of angel, because eventually, as Master of Light, he should be the highest angel in my opinion

yours is just excessive, needless DBZ style form changing.

[Optimalist]

OOC: I don't think MaX can evolve into anything more if he could help it. He feels mutated every which way and then some. As much as possible he prefers to stay as a drab elf if he could help it. Addiction to the entropic quanta is his main reason for practicing magic. In master form, maybe it'll just be his eyes that will change into pure energy and a quantum aura. Okay, I'm thinking he's fathered by Rainbow instead of Dream Catcher.

[Wardead]

 

Vaxyos hears a question from the Ulitharid, which is "How did you turn into that Phoenix?!?" He laughs quietly and smile at the Ulitharid. Vaxyos answers, "I could do that since I was born, maybe a fire thing? He stares at Vaxyos. Vaxyos was sarcastic as well as serious.

[icybraker]

"Ha-ha", said Heimdall. "I know dozens of fire creatures, and none of the can transform like that like you can, Vaxyos." Heimdall did not like the sarcastic attitude of the golem and intended to shock him by addressing him with his name.

[Sirenes]

Sirenes's attention was torn between three things: Xanriel, Jonathan and the Reaper and the new golem that seemed to have joined their forces. Her attention flicked back and forth, curious and amazed at the shows of power that were being displayed between light, dark and death.

[Wardead]

 

Vaxyos was kind of shocked at first by the Ulitharid, but then he knew that the Ulitharid read his mind. "Hehe, I also know a thing-or-two about Water and Aether creatures. You read my mind and know my whole past, eh?" He did not answer. "Well you aren't that special for a Ulitharid" said Vaxyos. It was intended to anger the Ulitharid. "I got an idea to overcome this boredom! How 'bout a duel, Ulitharid? And please tell me your name"

[Terroking]

Vaxyos was kind of shocked at first by the Ulitharid, but then he knew that the Ulitharid read his mind. "Hehe, I also know a thing-or-two about Water creatures. You read my mind and know my whole past, eh?" He did not answer. "Well you aren't that special for a Ulitharid" said Vaxyos. It was intended to anger the Ulitharid. "I got an idea to overcome this boredom! How 'bout a duel, Ulitharid? And please tell me your name"

I'm pretty sure the war is still going on...

[Purity_Riot]

      In a brilliant flash of golden light, Xanriel's transformation was complete. He had evolved again, beyond the highest reaches of the Celestial Choir. He had transcended the rank of Seraphim, though still a guardian. As his wings spread the split and grew, where once he had a single pair of wings, he now had nine. Eighteen wings spread wide behind his back, golden feathers gleaming from the light of his body. A corona of light spreading out from his neck and flying up over his head, to create a glowing halo above his head. Where the ring of light had once been, a string of ancient light symbols bloomed on his neck, slowly making their way around his throat, orbiting it. His glaive held firmly in his hands, the white metal begin to climb his hand, moving up his forearm, creating a gleaming, white gold gauntlet on each wrist. His breast plate changed to the same gleaming white metal, with golden inscriptions crawling over it, growing out to create brilliant glowing pauldrons.

      Xanriel's eyes slowly opened, a bright gold light glowing through them.
"Denizens of Death! Hear me!" he looked passively down onto the battle field with the burning hot eyes of judgement, "You face the might of masters beyond your comprehension, of the warriors of old. I speak with the wisdom of the Master of Light, Chamuel. Here before you stand the Masters of Fire  ," He says, pointing to Vaxyos, "Aether  ,"  pointing to Heimdall, " Darkness  , Earth  , Entropy  , and Water  !" He calls, pointing to Jonathan, Dorfl, mAx and Sirenes in turn.

   "I will not as you to run, I will not ask you to turn, because I know you serve a corrupted False God. I mourn for your souls, and we will release them." With that, he leveled his glaive on one of the Necromancers and dove from the sky, banking low to the ground, his wings slicing through the undead as he head toward the Necromancer. Breaking the flank of the Undead, he brought his Glaive out, shield melting away and covering his White Gold armour in the Reflective Metal that made the shield famous. Holding the glaive forward, Xanriel closed his wings around himself, creating a spiralling caccoon of death, flying through the Necromancer as his wings explode out, cutting down four more abreast and bursting through the Necromancer. As the five mage's died, scores of undead simply collapsed, no magic to hold them up.