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Post by AngelicTragedy on Aug 29, 2006 22:28:05 GMT -5
A cold wind swept over the plains of Africa. Black clouds began to twist and form overhead like some kind of cancer forming in its host. Lightning sprung forth from the clouds and was shortly followed by a massive downfall of rain. Thunder rang out as if on cue from the massive storm. The tempest raged for hours, dumping the blunt of its fury on a central spot of the plain. The rain and lightning began to die down and the clouds dispersed, leaving only pools of water and a massive building of stone standing in an ancient glory that hadn’t been seen for over ten thousand years.
The building seemed to be an ancient temple from some long-dead group of people. The walls were a black marble and towered at a height of more than one hundred feet. Along the walls were massive white granite sculptures depicting people running through flames from four warriors on mounts flying in the sky. At each corner of the building stood a statue in the shape of a warrior: one with a scythe, one with a massive sword, one with a flaming sword, and one with a bladed whip. On each side of the building stood an opening lined with flames and a staircase shrouded in mist.
“Seems that the Signet was in the temple of the Four Horsemen…how fitting. Guess it’s always the case that something of unimaginable power is always hidden in a place of great power. Guess I’ll just make myself at home,” a dark figure stated coldly as he stepped up the massive staircase before him that lead into the temple.
In the pure darkness of the temple, the loud clacking of the figure's boots rang out like thunder. The darkness was pierced by a silver glow and a massive eye appeared on the far wall above an ancient altar. The eye shone down on the figure and studied him carefully. Dressed fully in black with long black hair, dull green eyes, and extremely sharp features, the figure stepped closer to the massive eye and nodded smugly.
“I am Valon Lorsha, the King of Dragons. The Trinity has been awakened and I have been called as the first member. Two others have been summoned to this place to join me. Once they arrive, we shall begin our rule over all. Signet, show me who else has been summoned,” Valon stated coldly.
The massive eye blinked and shone a dull red color. Mental images raged in Valon's head and caused him to shake slightly. Images of the other two individuals flashed across his mind and a satisfied smirk formed on his face. Now with the knowledge of whom he would be working with fresh on his brain, it was time to sit back and wait. Valon strode up to the altar and took a seat facing the entrance of the temple. With a single snap, three goblets filled with a thick red liquid appeared on the table before the seat Valon had taken. Valon took a goblet and took held it high in the air.
“To the Trinity. To our victory. To our world!” Valon called out to no one and took a long drink of the red liquid.
“To our conquest!”
OOC- This is a topic that is ment to be started by myself and two other people. Once those two have posted the topic will be open to all others. So...Let the games begin.
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Post by balbanes on Aug 30, 2006 0:22:21 GMT -5
"What's this... heh... I see," the man thought to himself. He had just received a telepathic message from an unknown being. It seemed he was requested to go attend a service of some sort. He walked over to a chest and grabbed some things, the he proceeded to walk out his door.
He walked out of an oddly-shaped house. It was reduced to rubble, and very old and tattered. As he walked along the small dirt path, a huge ancient city loomed behind him. It was the ancient remains of Gomorrah, a town destroyed with fire and brimstone for the sins of its inhabitants in ancient times. As the man walked a small cloud of dust appeared around him. It grew bigger and wider, until the man inside disappeared. After a few seconds the dusty sand dropped and the man was gone.
A cluster of sand appeared before a large, tall temple. The sand dropped and the man appeared before the temple. The sky was black and the clouds puffed with fits, as if a storm had just brewed. The man walked toward the temple, wading through puddles of grainy water. He appeared at the door. The temple was even more massive than he perceived. It was greatly built and very ancient. He could feel a great power within its walls, and even a greater power inside, one he was familiar with.
He went inside to see a massive open room. It was dark, but he could see a light at the end of the hall. There were pictures depicting ancient warriors on horseback, numbering four.
"Ah, the four horsemen... that's comical," the man said with a maddened grin.
As he got to the end of the hall he saw two things. One was a man sitting at a table with a goblet filled with a red liquid, a man he knew all too well. The other was a massive eye.
He walked up to the eye, addressing it as he knelt. The man was tall in stature, about 7'2". He wore a faded blood-red cloak, more like a dark magenta, worn and torn from many countless battles. He had face wrap, covering all but his eyes in the same color. His eyes were dark and endless, showing no compassion or emotion whatsoever. He had a long ponytail protruding out of the wrap hanging down to his shoulders.
"Signet, I am Gilgamesh Kassan, Son of Hammurabi the Great, Emperor of the lost kingdom of Gomorrah. The Trinity has been awakened and I have been called as the second member. When the other arrives we shall extend our hand of Domination over all."
Gilgamesh walked over to the table. He sat across from Valon. He reached for the cup. The liquid rose from the cup and slowly floated toward Gilgamesh. The liquid broke up into five streams and seemed to flow directly into Gilgamesh's bloodstream, straight through his fingertips.
"Horrible, you have no tastes Valon!" Gilgamesh stated.
He averted his attention to the dust on the table. He made small animal figures, a rabbit and a kitten, out of the dust and breathed life into them. The started to play fight and chase each other around the table. The cat jumped after the rabbit, the rabbit dodged the cat, and the cat rammed into Valon's drink, turing it over.
"The innocence of an animal..." Gilgamesh said.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 30, 2006 12:24:51 GMT -5
A lone figure stood, perfectly balanced, atop a telephone pole. For weeks he had been coming here. Despite the weather he would wait and watch the two houses at the far end of the street; one on each side of the road. The figure had no idea why he was drawn here or what he was waiting for. All he could gather was that at one point in his past, this place had been important.
The wind started to pick up, causing his robe to billow around him. His robe, for the most part, was white. When he had first received it, the robe had been as white as fresh snow. But over the month he had owned it; the material had gotten dirty and begun to fade. Had the wind not been blowing, the rim of the robe would have just barely skimmed the ground, hiding from view his plate mail boots. The robe, though wide at ground level, became more fitting at the waist up. The sleeves were just a little longer than the figure's arms and the hood completely hid his face in a dark shadow.
As if a voice on the wind, the figure heard thoughts that were not his own. “Africa...” the figure said. He could feel something drawing him there. The figure reached into his robes and pulled out a card. He tossed it into the air and, with a flash of energy, watched it turn into a large flying gargoyle. The creature swooped down and allowed its master to step onto its back. With a beat of its massive wings, the creature tore through the sky toward Africa, toward the voice.
Within minutes the creature was perched near one of the entrances. The figure leapt off just as another flash of light issued from the creature, causing it to turn back into a card. The card floated in the air for a second before returning to the figure's outstretched hand. He pocketed the card as he entered the doorway.
Inside were two figures. He recognized the first as Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh was the one who had given him the very robe he was wearing. The second was a man that the figure had never met, yet he recognized him immediately as Valon. Memories began to stitch themselves back together. Ever since the incident that had befallen the robed figure, he had lost his memory. Since then he had relied on sight to trigger the slow process of reconstructing his memory.
“It’s been a while, Valon,” the figure said. Valon gave him a questioning look. “You may not remember me, but I remember you. Don’t worry, I shall explain everything later. For now you may call me Bernard.”
With a ceremonial bow to the eye, Bernard went on to take a goblet for himself. He sipped slowly, the shadow from his hood still masking his face. “So, we’re the trinity? I wonder if these titles come with any new powers.” Bernard continued to drink. He passed over his chair and decided to stand instead. “Well, what should we do first?”
OOC - I’ll PM you two a basic bio explaining him so you guys understand.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Aug 31, 2006 16:34:27 GMT -5
OOC- Now you all can post. There's a massive amount of energy gathered and I'm sure you can all feel it. Jump in or face the wrath fo a rabid Chipmunk.
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Post by jenova on Sept 1, 2006 8:12:30 GMT -5
Aurora had just sat down to tea, finally enjoying some peace and quiet for the day. His day had been hectic - he'd had to stop an earthquake from smashing a building to a pulp, and divert a tornado in Texas away from a small village. But now he had time to himself. He sat at the table with food around him; he was just about to start to eat when he felt the raw burst of power from Africa.
“Oh bloody hell. Always when I’m going to eat,” Aurora mumbled to himself, as he got to his feet and grabbed the dark robe from the hook next to him. He put it on and sheathed his sword, pulling up the hood to hide his face in shadow. He promptly teleported to where the power originated.
Aurora reappeared before the temple, his hands out with his ice energy glowing in case of ambush. When he found none he relaxed a little and walked toward the temple, the energy almost overwhelming. Aurora descended the stairs carefully, and found the room where three figures sat, talking.
“Valon.” Aurora nodded in recognition. He lowered his hood, his blood-red halo becoming visible and then his strong-featured face. “What are you three doing? You can feel the power of this place on the Pokemon Isles, what is here?” Aurora asked, quite demandingly.
OOC – Not as quite as good as I would like, but I just got up.
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Sept 1, 2006 9:37:16 GMT -5
Micah was just collecting some important raw materials for himself when he was knocked over by a power wave. He jumped up, and noticed no one else was affected by it. "Hmm... interesting, maybe if I combine some of my elements, I might be able to teleport to the source of the power wave." Micah shook his head. "That won't work, maybe if I fused my body with an unstable element, I can achieve high speed, but... what if I blow up... shit, gotta think quickly..."
"Ah, what the hell, let's fly. Maybe if I combine helium and put radium in my feet, I could achieve this sort of rocket-like flight... sounds good..." Micah focused his energy and he covered his body with hard diamond, so if he hit something it wouldn't hurt so badly, then he attached radium to the bottom of his feet, and soon he began to float in the air. "Too bad this makes my voice so squeaky," the goth alchemist said. "Okay," he said in a chipmunkish voice. "Let's go!" He focused energy once again, and he shot forward like an unguided missile to the source of the power wave.
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Post by prime on Sept 1, 2006 12:17:00 GMT -5
Prime walked into the temple a few paces behind Aurora. His white armor mask was in place, however, so unless they recognised his energy they wouldn't be able to tell who he was. "What's going on here?" he asked. His voice was strangely muffled, as evidenced by the six slits on the cheeks of the mask for breathing. And yet his voice rang clearly through the chamber. "What possible reason do you three have for building up such an incredible amount of energy?" He recognised Valon, but only vaguely. However, he didn't think Valon was a bad guy, so he'd let that slide for the moment, until he had a reason for this.
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Sept 1, 2006 15:50:04 GMT -5
Soon Micah arrived at a temple, and it seemed that people were already here. He landed softly on the ground, and he dusted himself off. "Hey, e-excuse me, but it seems that I was supposed to be here, so I came. Can anyone tell me what is going on?" Micah smiled, and greeted everyone warmly.
Micah looked down, and saw one of his flasks was broken. "Shit, that was uranium..." He looked up and smiled. "Hopefully, you guys don't react to highly radioactive materials, because if you do, then I suggest you move, because things are going to get a little messy."
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Sept 1, 2006 18:13:16 GMT -5
"That would be us. Welcome, guests to the Temple of the Trinity. The four horsemen took this place a few thousand years back, but that's not a big deal. The weak always flock to the strong...which brings me to you all. We are strong and you are nothing but the maggots that lie below our feet, so you have flocked to our little home because of this fact. I know what you're thinking: 'But Valon, you are one of the world's greatest heroes. Why would you say something like that?' Well, I'll tell you. For far too long have I tried to teach you all that constant battle isn't the answer. I disappeared for nearly a year to try to find some answers; answers to how to make you all quit your meaningless fighting. I found that answer here. The Signet showed me the way and I was chosen to be its first knight of the Trinity. Signet then began to search time and space for the last two members and they just happen to be two of the most powerful beings to ever exist," Valon stated as he motioned towards his partners and rose to his feet.
"I am Valon Lorsha, this is Gilgamesh, and the little-known Bernard. We are the Trinity. Our purpose on this world is to wipe out all of you so that there can be peace at last! Now, let's do a little warm-up. Grandeur Wave!" Valon called out as he fired his mile-wide wave of energy at the unsuspecting group of gathered warriors.
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Post by jenova on Sept 1, 2006 18:28:56 GMT -5
Aurora was the one to act first: he threw his hands up and everyone started to slow down, Aurora teleported three times in quick succession, grabbing Prime and the two other people he didn’t know and hauling them close to him, before he threw up his hands again, his ice encasing them as tightly as possible to stop the major effects of the attack. Time sped up again, and the wave smashed into the barrier of ice and energy, eroding it away little by little. When it was over not even a millimetre of ice was left.
“Bad idea, fool,” Aurora spat. “Even if you wipe us four out, you’ll never be able to take down the rest. You are three, whereas our friends are an army against you.” He snapped his fingers, and three spears of ice appeared next to him; another snap and they shot at all three of the trinity. He didn’t expect them to hit, but it was better than being sitting ducks.
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Post by prime on Sept 1, 2006 18:38:59 GMT -5
Prime sighed and raised an arm above his head. "Aurora, teleport yourself and the others out of this temple and at least one hundred kilometers away from the immediate area." A massive amount of energy began to gather in Prime's hand, small waves incinerating some of the stone around him. "Destroying the world to achieve eternal peace. Well, I don't really care about your motives. But I'm afraid that would stop me from enjoying battle anymore, and that doesn't sit will with me." His mind strayed to Diamond, but they didn't need to know about her. That was only a tool they could use against him, besides Aurora, who could take care of himself. He grinned, and slammed the energy into the ground.
An explosion the likes of a nuclear attack spread outward from Prime's fist. He just hoped Aurora hadn't wasted any time, and gotten the hell away from him. The explosion expanded to exactly the one-hundred-kilometer radius Prime had stated, then died off. When it was all over, Prime looked up and took a breath, watching the pure blue sky peacefully for a moment. Then he looked back at Valon, Gilgamesh, and Bernard.
"Play with me."
He grinned, materialising a sword out of nothing in front of him. It was five feet long, and three inches wide, the blade a half inch thick, and polished to a mirror finish. Sunlight flashed off the blade as he set it in a defensive position.
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Post by balbanes on Sept 1, 2006 19:04:35 GMT -5
OOC: I'm not slowing down time or anything, im just giving you a chance to see my char, im describing him, most of you are unfamiliar with him. Also thanks guys, this topics seems to be picking up and i have something to live for! lol
BIC:
Gilgamesh arose from his seat. His cloak swirled around his body and became more of a large scarf. This revealed the previously cloaked Gilgamesh.
He was about 7'2 and had a thin stature. He wore a red vest with red breeches and a black belt. Hanging off of it was a long, thin sword with a basket hilt. It was sheathed and crooked. His hands were in a thick red wrapping, as was the rest of his body, including his face. He wore two bracelets, one on each hand. One depicted a silver cross, while the other was an onyx star of David. The only parts of his skin you could see were his eyes and bits of flesh peeking through on his arms and hands. He resembled a slender magenta pillar with tan-colored speckles here and there.
He watched as the large spear of ice hurled itself toward him. He grabbed his chest and chanted a few short words. They were in Aramaic, an ancient lost language. The spear came ever so closer. Gilgamesh just stood his ground without a flinch. The look in his eyes were menacing though, as he stared straight into Aurora's eyes, still chanting the jinx.
"Hêt Sên Ayn Qôp Klābâ!" Gilgamesh spoke in the low Aramaic tone...
*stab*
The spear ran him through, straight into his gut. Gilgamesh gave a little, then slowly fell backward, and crumpled to the ground.
At the same time, Aurora felt a huge stinging sensation in HIS gut. As if someone had stabbed him, but he could not see or hear it, just feel it.
OOC: if anyone of your characters know aramaic i will start to translate, if not, it is unknown....
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Post by jenova on Sept 1, 2006 19:19:28 GMT -5
Aurora acted as quickly as possible: his hands fell to his gut and he started muttering a long line of long-lost Adept language. Ice seeped into his skin, numbing the pain and healing the wound that didn’t appear to be there.
“Using my own magic against me was a bad idea,” he snarled. Again he began muttering and more spears appeared, this time heading straight for Gilgamesh only, before he teleported away, escaping Prime's attack.
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Post by balbanes on Sept 1, 2006 19:37:55 GMT -5
Gilgamesh felt a rush of cold energy inside his body, and amazingly he felt better, as if he were healed. He stood up only to see three more spears heading right for him. He smirked.
*stab* *stab* *stab*
The three spears ran him through, one at his shoulder blade, one at his thigh, and one back in his gut, but a little higher. Then the explosion came. Gilgamesh felt a great force consume him. It was as if he were thrown around like a toy, as he flew toward the wall slamming into a pillar, falling like a lifeless doll. He lay there for a while, then he laughed slowly, feeling great pain.
At the same time, a hundred kilometers away, Aurora felt great stabbing pains inside his thigh, shoulder, and gut. Then he felt as if someone had picked him up and thrown him against the wall with great force. Bruises and cuts started to appear on his body out of nowhere. There was no one attacking him though. He was just feeling these pains, but they were very real.
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Post by jenova on Sept 1, 2006 19:46:28 GMT -5
OOC - Superplaying anyone?
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Post by balbanes on Sept 1, 2006 20:03:03 GMT -5
OOC: no, it truely isnt.... turst me, i invented superplaying, and that isnt superplaying. Its a quite simple technique actually. If you think about it, its not to hard to figure out. I know you can get it
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Post by jenova on Sept 1, 2006 20:22:04 GMT -5
OOC - Not a simple technique? LOL. Just so you know bad guys never win, but if killing you means killing Aurora its against the rules
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Post by balbanes on Sept 1, 2006 20:25:05 GMT -5
OOC: lol, it is simple....its a tech gilga has always used....as the battle goes on you will get the gish of him. Hes an odd one. Hes a pacifist for the most part. Also, its not against the rules....Why you ask? cuz I'm not killing you, your killing you. think about it. I havent attacked you once. You've attacked me. There is an easy way to stop it. Anyways just post, enough of this ooc, its not superplaying......
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Post by jenova on Sept 1, 2006 20:50:52 GMT -5
Aurora once again healed himself. He realised now what Gilgamesh had done, but Aurora had already constructed a plan to take the monster down. Aurora raised his hands and two orbs of ice energy appeared, sucking the moisture out of the air, gaining power. He then turned his hands on himself and let the orbs collide into him. It didn’t hurt Aurora a bit - he was immune to any ice attack - but it certainly would hurt Gilgamesh, or should in theory anyway.
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Post by balbanes on Sept 1, 2006 21:03:54 GMT -5
Gilgamesh felt the cold energy again. He regain composure. Then he felt a tingling cold energy smash into him, but it just revived him more.
"Heh...." gilgamesh thought to himself. He sent a telepathic message to Aurora.
"My pain shall be my enemies, my enemies strenghts shall be my strengths! Try again Popsicle." gilgamesh said.
With this gilgamesh yelled out to Prime.
"Come on coward, you think that puny excuse for a blast HURT!" in a taunting tone.
OOC: you almost hit it, but not.....keep trying, its even more easier than hitting yourself.... and it take no energy whatsoever...lol
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Post by prime on Sept 1, 2006 21:50:59 GMT -5
Prime chuckled. "Your not even worth my time. Besides, I already sensed what you did to Aurora. It is not within my abilities to break the connection." He brought his sword into an offensive position, and rushed forwards, seeming to disappear from everyone's senses. "I think I'll play with you." He said, reappearing behind Valon's back. His sword flashed through a tight ark, eminating energy that sent out a wave of destruction from the blades tip. He followed with several more attacks in quick secession, tearing both at the inside of the chamber and Valon. Prime was careful, however, to keep any of the arcs of energy from launching directly at Aurora.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Sept 1, 2006 23:20:26 GMT -5
As the pike of ice rocketed towards Valon a dull yellow field appeared around his body. An intense heat washed out of his flesh and bones and caused the air to bend around him. The ice lance contacted with the field and began to melt away into a fine mist that caused Valons hair to become highly wet. Soon after this attack rang out a massive explosion rocked the surrounding area and knocked Valon onto the table at the alter. His clothing was mared and ripped and a slight trickly of blood ran out of his mouth.
"Now I'm pissed. You little bastard...you're gonna die!" Valon called out as he faced the waves of oncoming energy.
The blades of energy contacted with Valons flesh and caused cuts about equal to the size of a normal nick with a knife. Each one let out a good amount of blood, enough to pool in each one of his hands. With a quick motion, Valon appeared two inches from Primes face and threw the blood into his face and on his chest. The deep red liquid seemed to stick like a glue and shake as if a living substance.
"Here's an old trick I like to call Blood Compression!" Valon called out as he clenched his fists together.
The blood on Primes body began to glow in a rainbow of colors and formed a tight ring around his midsection and head. These rings began to twist and compress down on Primes body with the force of the vacuum of outer space. A loud sloshing sound rang out and caused the rings to grow tighter. Valon moved back and flashed a green aura around himself. The cuts were gone and his skin showed no trace of the cuts but faint red lines. Not waisting any time, Valon held his hand out and formed a silver blade of energy. The attack seemed to be aimed at Primes throat.
"Goodbye...Guillotine!" Valon called out and fired the razor sharp attack at the warriors neck.
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Post by balbanes on Sept 1, 2006 23:35:14 GMT -5
OOC: just so i know, at the end of your post prime, you state that you dont direct any energy towards aurora.... Are you with him now, or is he with you? Or did you mean gilgamesh? Plz proof read before you post....thanks
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Post by bulbaboy on Sept 1, 2006 23:44:31 GMT -5
OOC- I would like to start off saying I’m royally pissed at DL and Gil for waking me up to post when I have to open at work tomorrow… that being said this is for you two. *Holds up middle finger at the screen* Yeah…
BIC- Bernard back flipped avoiding the ice shard. He watched as the small group teleported away leaving only one behind. For the most part Bernard was being ignored. He watched the antics of Gilgamesh and Valon as they fought the single being. “Surely you two can take care of him. For now I will see to it that our other guests are kept… entertained.”
Bernard pulled a card out of his pack, “Nullstone Gargoyle!” This gargoyle was at least three times the size of the first. It was also more slender and dragon like in its appearance. Bernard leapt onto its back and took of into the air. He rode standing; holding the reigns in one hand and more cards in the other. In the distance he could see the others.
“There you are. Don’t you know it’s impolite to run away before all the hosts can introduce themselves? I am Bernard Baltic, third knight of the trinity! I will help bring peace to these lands!” He held three cards high above his head. “Scatter the Seeds!”
Light emitted form the three cards as they turned into balls of energy, each in turn split into three more orbs. The nine balls of energy rushed down and into the earth. The ground shook as nine creatures, each as large as a semi, began to dig and pull themselves from the dirt. Their legs, lower body, and arms appeared to be made of roots; but their torso and heads were made of large chunks of green glowing crystal. Gurgling noises escaped what could only be their deformed mouths as the abominations began to lumber towards the last three individuals. Their arms stretching, elongating yards in front of them, splitting into hundreds of tentacle like roots, reaching for their victims.
OOC- DL, Gil… I hope Prime kicks your ass before you kill him…. And I’m not posting again till I’m setting comfortable in my chair at work tomorrow… ah screw it… I’m a push over… good night…
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Post by prime on Sept 2, 2006 1:06:07 GMT -5
OOC: Like Prime would really get killed by these two. And, just for you Bulba.
BIC: Prime brought up the hilt of his sword with great difficulty, and blocked the 'gillotene' attack. It split in half, and put a shallow gash in either side of Prime's neck. "Shit." He cursed, wind whipped around him suddenly, tearing his constricting bonds to pieces. Once again, he disappeared from all senses, then reappeared a microsecond later, and kicked Valon squarely in the ass, driving him towards the ground. He leveled his left hand at the falling Valon, as he did, several thousand hiltless blades materialised around him. He used the wind to whip the forwards towards Valon. He threw the sword in his hand as well, and held out his right arm. The armor on his body writhed, and crawled down his arm, reforming into his white mithril katana. He brought the blade high above his head, it glowed brightly as he shunted more and more of his energy into it. It became the blue star that was its namesake. "GOD STRIKE!" Prime yelled, bringing the blade down in a powerful arc. The energy on the blade left it in a powerful wave heading for Valon's heart.
OOC: Sorry Bulbaboy, I can't kick Gilgamesh. He's still connected to my buddy. Also, DL, space isn't a massive amount of compression, space is a total lack of compression. You may want to rethink the wording of that trick. Like, maybe, "with the force of the mighty oceans depths" hehe.
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Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Sept 2, 2006 10:13:36 GMT -5
EDIT:
Micah stood there in a daze, as he was somewhere else then where he was before. "If that made anysense, I need to get back there, after hearing that I can't just sit here, and let stuff happen..." He pulled out a liquid goo, that was glowing in several different colors. "Well, I suppose I should use this." He dumped the contents out, and he was back to where he started, in the trinity temple.
Micah stood in awe of the power that everyone was whipping around. "Heh, but did you know that everything is made up of their natural elements! And I am the one who controls those, all of them. Hydrogen, Americanium, Yytrium, anything, they are all under my control!"
Micah threw a cloud of dried carbon into the air, it swirled around him, and soon, he was covered in a brilliant diamond armor. He took a deep breath, and he focused his power, he seperated the carbon, from the oxygen, making a strong diamond sword, with an edge that could slice through most of anything. "Now, feel the wrath of the elements, you sick bastards!"
Micah threw his sword foward, aiming it towards Valon, it split, making three strong piercing sword attacks. "Wait, don't forget jet power!" The hilt of the diamond swords exploded with energy, and were racing at Valon with incredible speed and force.
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