The highest point of Yuran, trumping even the Crown of Yuran, rests is where Elessia has chosen to make her home high above the concerns of the mortals in Pronta. Following the defeat of Solonor, this place became visible to all on the western continent. The only way to reach it safely is through a special pad inside of the throne room, where those who reach it may teleport themselves to the exterior of the magical point in space. Surrounding the bottom of the cathedral are massive golden clouds, but once you reach the court, it is anything but blindingly bright. On either side of the pathway to the cathedral are many valkyrie and nephillim guards, standing outside their respective barracks at the ready should their ruler call. The main building is massive, larger than the Grand Cathedral of Nocturne by far. It's size only seems to make the pathway of approach even longer, even over the soft grass. The inside seems, somehow, even larger to house any and all Vangelists that Elessia would bring to her church, or any she seeks to punish. She also allows her angelic charges to train and do combat sparring inside under her eye, and the eyes of Solaris.
Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2016 6:59 pm
The sound of a blade careening into the metal gauntlet on the free arm of the Goddess of Valor rang out through the church. Her body barely moved an inch as she pushed the brave combatant off of me. He tumbled backwards and Solaris fell back in form, left arm holding her blade towards the group, and right arm poised, palm open. Her body was low to the ground, legs spread. Her blade became a foil at the flick of my wrist, from gladiator to fencer. She stepped at the group and they intelligently stepped back. My body slowly receded and they followed in kind. The class was extra jumpy today, she could tell of course. None in heaven knew combat such that they could beat her. Not since... not since Zachariah died. Not since Antony fell from grace. A pair of Valkyries charged, lightning dancing from them at her, and Solaris would have smiled had her focus not been centered on every mistake they made. She stepped into them and sent the foil into the chestpiece of the one to my right. She spun wide to the left, a simply pivot, to avoid the wild swing from his ally and drove her knee into the chest of her opponent. The pair fell back, and the goddess remained poised. A smirk played at her lips as she heard Elessia, sitting on her throne of sorts behind her, sigh in boredom. She may not enjoying what Solaris turned her church into, but she couldn't very well keep her locked up here and keep her bored. Though honestly, teaching these mortals of combat was not so interesting that it could hold her for long. Thankfully, something broke her focus and she held up a hand to her court of valkyries. She turned to Elessia, who stood up as well. So she sensed it too. Someone had forced their way in, someone strong. The foil in her hand changed back into a gladius, and she narrowed her eyes as the door flew off of it's hinges, right past Solaris, crushing itself against a green barrier behind her. There, his shoulderguard in place and golden flames playing on his eyes, was Antony. He flung an unconscious nephilim across the court, his body battered but not beyond saving. Behind him the court was absolutely full of similar bodies in various places and positions, some were on top of the barracks, some were crashed into the walls, a few in small craters on the ground. He had held back, but upon seeing them, the brave God of Love called Seldruin, his sword to his hands and pointed it at Solaris. "Finally come to meet the fate of Solonor, Antony?" He grunted and began a slow walk towards her. The small troop of students immediately charged him. Mortals were so foolish, thought Solaris and Antony both. One swing of Seldruin and they were cleared before they even reached him. Lightning arced from them both, holy energy welling up. "I have not come to debate. I have not come to lose. I will not suffer you two any longer. With or without help, you all fall here and now, if not by me, then by my allies," he threatened as she began to approach him. Their steps made shockwaves as they picked up the pace. Solaris smiled, leaping to meet him. He did the same though his face was not so confidently smug. Before the pair met, a green portal opened below them, teleporting them both away, straight into heaven where they could do battle without pestering Elessia's presence any farther. With that, the Goddess Elessia eyed the entrance to the Golden Cathedral. Whoever came behind him would be met with no mercy, the moment she saw them.
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With great momentum, the Valkyrie and the interesting team that had been assembled by Antony rushed up the many steps to the Grand Cathedral. Incapable of waiting, Cassandra took flight and sped ahead. As a Shaman, it wasn't the best idea to charge first, but Cassandra was the strongest Shaman on the third plane. Very little intimidated her; not the corrupt goddesses that she served for so long, nor did the idea of fighting one of them. With her on the team, no one would fall. The gods had their power, and Cassandra had hers. Seeing the grand cathedral ahead, she signaled the rest of the group behind her and began to descend. Her armor most likely ruined the surprise for the morbidly divine characters inside, but that was never the point! Her ravens converged on her as she stood in front of the cathedral door. Just beyond the doors was Antony. He was alone, for now, waiting for the rest to follow him. The Angel warned them all of what was to come; Solaris and Elessia were practically joined at the hip. Their high fives would most likely cause a cataclysmic and seismic event. There was also another possibility. Uriel could be there. He had spoken to her not long before this moment about his presence on the battlefield that they had created with their reckless acts. When mankind struck down Zachariah, it angered Solaris. Elessia was growing more and more corrupt by the day, but she was the only one left to follow who was worthy of being a leader.
"Father could be there. We'd have to kill him..." She had never spoken the words out loud, but the thoughts were plaguing herever since he left her in the Temple so long ago. Auriel had left for some meeting, and Uriel came to her for the first time in years. He warned her that if it came down to it, he would kill her. The thought of dying didn't terrify her, just as long as Auriel didn't follow her. That was why she was here. For Auriel. Placing her hands on the door to the cathedral, she paused to call out to the others. "No one will fall in this fight. I will protect you all with all of my might!" With an effortless push, the doors swung open to reveal the Shaman. Awe struck at what she was seeing. Suddenly, her neck felt tight. Elessia. She was really there. For years, she had found herself at each of the god's alters, especially hers, and now she was expected to fight her? "H-hi." She stammered in a nervous, higher than average pitched voice.
• Celestial Right The first boost is a whopping +2 Rank in Strength to all Shaman skills. Especially the heals. The Minor Heal receives the effects of a Normal Heal, and the Normal Heal receives the effects of an Expert Heal. The Expert Heal can now even regrow a head, should they need to be healed, and removes all poisons from the body regardless of rank and power. The second ability is simple. It allows Cassandra to be able to heal herself as soon as she is hit without being consciously aware of it. Her body simply jacks up its own regeneration rate to an everlasting expert heal.
• Keep Going The Valk's, in comparison to others, are capable of slight regeneration which begins just as soon as the blow was taken. Bruises and scraps won't even appear making it seem as if their skin is tougher than others. Trainees can deal with simple cuts. Novice can deal with simple cuts and first degree burns. Adept can deal with cuts, second degree burns, and fractured bones. Experts can deal with deep lacerations and broken bones. Masters can heal third degree burns, wounds such as stabs(only on surface, not internal damage), and crushed bones. E-Trainee, D-Novice, C-Adept, B-Expert, A-Master
• Wrath of a God Their weapons surge with their latent energy which makes any weapon they touch, especially their chosen one, both covered in holy light and electricity. This leads to anyone locking blades or striking the shield of a Valkyrie feel small shocks that ward people off from staying in contact with them for too long. This also makes unholy enemies take an extra rank of damage on top of the lightning damage. However for the lightning to be in effect you must have more than half your energy remaining within you.
• Child of Jarnbjorn When a Valkyrie choses a weapon to specialize in, that weapon becomes gifted by holy power and works much like Thor's Mjolnir and Jarnbjorn. It will nigh automatically come to the call of the Valkyrie, cannot be destroyed, and always has the extra lightning damage going on it regardless of energy level. When attacking with that weapon, they gain an extra +1/+1 to their stats. You get one of these, so choose carefully. This weapon should get its own custom abilities, and if it does it must be approved.
• Feast of Ambrosia Once per battle the Valkyrie can hold their hand out and summon a goblet full of ambrosia. Upon consumption, this otherwordly substance will heal and cure any wounds and debilitations the Valkyrie may be suffering. This will not regenerate any lost limbs or organs, but it will immediately close wounds. No energy is regained from this, it merely gives the Valkyrie a better chance to continue fighting.
• The Sight Being of God's blood, like God, they can see the world for what it truly is. They can see through ''the Mist" and see those for what they are. Instantly recognizing creatures of the night on spot or those who can use dark magic for they can read the aura's about them. Also giving them a general idea of how strong another is regardless of race. (Rank-wise, not as precise to be know the exact amount in the other energy pool.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 9:59 am
Mother Gaea quakes with the colossal footfalls of a scaled beast, war revenant and seraph of vengeance alike carried along as precious cargo. A group of Axiom's most elite dwellers disgruntled with the current pecking order of this plane had been assembled to oppose the false shepherd; the stalking wolf swathed in lambskin. Steel encased form slides south down armored snout, soles touching down light as a feather despite the obvious mass they bear. Honey brown hues take in the carnage, pseudo fallen angels bereft in unconsciousness, others walking the tightrope between life and death. It appeared that half of the work had been done for them. Their zealous shaman takes the lead, sugar coated promises bandied about like free samples. Eyes roll in their sockets, amused at the over enthusiasm of youth.
"The domain of Elessia. Be on your guard, even I don't know what to expect from this point forward. Nor can I guarantee your safety, unfortunately. Surviving this fight will depend on a culmination of your own wit, luck, and a lot of teamwork." Words are directed towards Alex. The admission is a red hot hammer blow to prideful demeanor; though if they were to barge into this temple guns a'blazing, she deserved to know the truth of the matter. No amount of saccharine words or false promises could save them now. If they were to survive, it would be on their own platform of intellect and skill; though surely cooperation doesn't hurt.
He appeared to be unarmed, but this could be remedied faster than one could blink. Naturally plated companion however... Well the broad side of a barn would be easier to miss in his current state. Vex... Try shrinking. Right now you're big enough to make most men piss themselves, but that doesn't mean a thing to gods. All you represent at this size is a bigger target to rip in half. The dragon shakes it's enormous head in mock offense, nudging it's owner playfully. A rumble deep within ribbed cavity, nostril originating jets lick dangerously close to Tiranus. I don't see why you're so worked up. SHE should be the one quaking in her boots like a frightened schoolgirl, not you Ty. Though it jests, the dragon complies and shrinks down to the size of a matured grizzly as per his dragoon's request. Good boy... Now if only I could teach you to roll over. Maybe play dead? Not far behind the healer, they find the goddess ready and waiting. Stammered greeting illicits a smug smirk, gaze canting towards his soul bound companion. And you called me the frightened schoolgirl... One under half a dozen gilded pole arms materialize around the pagan, cataclysm roaring amidst auric hues. This was his sole purpose; what this whole life had been committed to. Slaying divinity until he was the last one of their kind standing.
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▌ STRENGTH ┋10 ▌ SPEED ┋14 ▌ ENERGY ┋1300 ▌ VEXION ENERGY ┋1800 ▌ VEXION RANK┋MASTER ▌ RANK ┋ EXPERT ▌ THEME ┋ HAIL TO THE KING ▌ BATTLE THEME ┋ 300 VIOLIN ORCHESTRA
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• Pantheon: War - cutting & thrusting attacks are leveled to his current rank [currently B => A Rank]
• I have come for thee - All damage dealt by Tiranus is increased by one rank
• All spear attacks hold one extra rank in damage [dragoon passive]
• Sound of Mind, Sound of Body - Tiranus has an extremely strong mental barrier. This makes him immune to fears, stuns, auras, and seduction techniques up to his rank.
• Armored skin - Immune to damage C rank and below
• Masterful dragon riding - Allows for aerial acrobatics and impossibly dextrous maneuvers whilst atop the dragon
• Glory to me - Pagans are very... noble. They have the air of a King or Queen about them; even a divine. This comes from this particular ability. 'Glory To Me' is a mental allure that they constantly release from their vessel, similar to an Incubi's seduction, but weaker. Rather than seducing people, this ability fools their mind. It can make them see things that aren't real. In fact, they can even feel these things. This ability is literally impossible to ignore or break out of, but it serves little benefit other than prestige. A Pagan will often use this power to make themselves appear divine; the sun will rise behind them, their clothing will flow and shine with the breeze, they'll just seem so... God-like. They can even change their appearance using this, although it's a temporary thing. This ability can have some uses in battle, though. For example, if a Pagan is to cast a shadow over themselves, it'd make them harder to see. If they make the sun shine behind them, they can make their enemy flinch away from the overbearing light. They can also fool enemies into thinking they've struck a shield or something like that, although that sort of manipulation over reality is something that only Pagans who focus on this type of power can do.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 6:40 pm
The rush of battle. It filled lungs and propelled Auriel onward. Every fight she had ever engaged in meant nothing compared to this one. Of course, these words were whispered to herself every time before an opponent was engaged. The night before had been spent deep in the Advent, at prayer before her father's altar. Auriel meditated in their often to organize her thoughts and keep hold of the stoic attitude she often bore. Her head needed to be clear and there was so much to worry about. Donning her armor and weapons made her think back to the time when she came so close to giving this all up. The enemy now? Tenfold stronger. More than that. The valkyrie in her quaked with anticipation and excitement. The general was busy running through every single scenario that she could possibly think of. Preparation often won battles, but how does one ready themselves to kill a god? Elessia had lost her way and caused a ripple so powerful across their world that there was no other option. Emerging from the temple she beheld the glorious army that had sworn one thing: The goddess will face justice.
Auriel's chosen place would always be by Cassandra's side. She had confided her fears to her lover the night before, unable to sleep due to the task before them. Entering an engagement with the shaman would always be a cause for anxiety for Auriel. Even though she knew quite well that it was well beyond difficult to actually harm let alone kill the woman, she always worried. This tenuous alliance with her sister kept clawing at the back of her mind. Holy and unholy had united before, and Michael had fallen. She had to trust these people at least in battle. Her senses would be the sharpest it had ever been. Auriel's guard would not be dropped, not today. Feeling a similar thrill running through the healer, Auriel would keep pace with her right up until she pushed the doors wide. A moment's hesitation at the sight before her. Beings not of this world perplexed her. They always appeared so benevolent, so beautiful. Even Zacariah's form was awe-inspiring despite him being more malevolent then the demon Abraxas. Still, there was already one who was more gorgeous than the rising sun for her. Auriel raised her shield and spear, entering a hoplite stance. She stood just in front of Cassandra and eyed the angel. Her gaze held no waves of hatred, merely pity. To have fallen so far...she couldn't imagine it. No matter now, it was too late for redemption. That look hardened in to one of a warrior, fastidious and ready."We will not falter. An aura would exude from her body and seep in to every one of her allies in this fight. They would feel the aura of hope take hold and grant them a boon.
• Fear of God Passive This passive creates an invisible aura around Auriel that extends to 10 feet. Anything within that range will receive the 'Fear of God', which makes them weaker to holy attacks by 1 rank. If they leave the aura it does not apply to them, but if they enter once more it is applicable.
• Keep Going The Valk's, in comparison to others, are capable of slight regeneration which begins just as soon as the blow was taken. Bruises and scraps won't even appear making it seem as if their skin is tougher than others. Trainees can deal with simple cuts. Novice can deal with simple cuts and first degree burns. Adept can deal with cuts, second degree burns, and fractured bones. Experts can deal with deep lacerations and broken bones. Masters can heal third degree burns, wounds such as stabs(only on surface, not internal damage), and crushed bones. E-Trainee, D-Novice, C-Adept, B-Expert, A-Master
• Child of Jarnbjorn When a Valkyrie choses a weapon to specialize in, that weapon becomes gifted by holy power and works much like Thor's Mjolnir and Jarnbjorn. It will nigh automatically come to the call of the Valkyrie, cannot be destroyed, and always has Wrath of a God activated on it free of cost. Offensive weapons will receive a +1 rank in the overall damage it inflicts when used with abilities. Defensive weapons will receive a +1 rank Damage Reduction when used.
• The Sight Being of God's blood, like God, they can see the world for what it truly is. They can see through ''the Mist" and see those for what they are. Instantly recognizing creatures of the night on spot or those who can use dark magic for they can read the aura's about them. Also giving them a general idea of how strong another is regardless of race. (Rank-wise, not as precise to be know the exact amount in the other energy pool.)
• Sense Evil Passive This allows the Templar to sense those of ill intent, as well as demons and their kin, such as succubi, incubi, and several others of demon blood. It by emanating the good aura of the templar, although the waves do not echo back, but make a "disturbance" that corrupts the waves of good, acting as a beacon. This also backfires, as it attracts all the things it detects, and makes the Templar very obvious to them.
• Aura of Hope The Templar has access to a set of buffer skills for his allies, and for himself. Aura of Hope is one of these skills. Passively, the Templar will radiate an aura that finds and seeks allies on the field, giving them an uplifting and empowering feeling. For each body this aura affects, all affected allies gain 50 energy for the fight.
• Judgment Having been transformed into a true huntress of the wicked, Auriel developed a brand new talent. She, through energy/skills/interactions/etc can determine if a character is truly evil. This does not mean they were born of a demon nor their blood is tainted in some other way. Holy and unholy traits to not matter. If they are wicked and evil in anyway then Judgment comes in to play. Auriel can apply her Holy bonuses on attacks to those she has Judged as Wicked even if they do not suffer from Holy attacks. For every +1 rank of damage an enemy gets on Auriel she gets +2 to them for Holy attacks. (Elessia has already been deemed wicked by Auriel)
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• Aura of Hope The Templar has access to a set of buffer skills for his allies, and for himself. Aura of Hope is one of these skills. Passively, the Templar will radiate an aura that finds and seeks allies on the field, giving them an uplifting and empowering feeling. For each body this aura affects, all affected allies gain 50 energy for the fight. (300 energy for the allies)
Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 7:10 pm
TABTAB 'Twas an odd feeling, being at what was the essential heart of an entire holy race's society. Two, counting their male counterparts. And yet Damian felt nothing from the place itself. He knew it was a place of power indeed, but it neither excited him not caused him to hesitate. If anything he felt the place was... lacking. Gold lights and shinies that distracted from how mundane and boring the place actually was. Sure, sparring with others was fun, but only for a time. Where were those that indulged in the baser desires? Or any other desires other than to meet steel with steel? Of course maybe the blandness of it all was because it was simply overshadowed by the quarry. The other holy women he figured they would have to face were taken out as the consequence of by standards believing themselves note worthy. All that was there now was the warrior goddess herself.
TABTAB Eyes that bore mementary dancing embers gazed at his target, their endgame goal. He expected someone taller if the legends about this woman had been true. Maybe lighting from her eyes and fire from her a**. But this paled in comparison to Leetha's ecstasy filled scream in his head. She knew their opponent was the strongest thing they had faced yet, and she loved it. Truly a fight where he could potentially die, and this brought her into the edge of pure bliss. What a ******** creep his old carapace had become. A roar, echoing from the outside of the palace of a demonic being possibly massive in size, caused Damian to lightly smirk. He would need to use everything in his arsenal, and that included allies long since thought dead now recently reborn into greater entities. His mighty great axe Ascalon rested on his shoulder as he held onto it's handle, unflinching before the goddess, waiting, plotting in his head.
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It wasn't right. This whole world has lost its righteousness; it had faded from the goodness that it used to swell with, even if only in short bursts. Yeah, Hadrian came from a hard life, but he had never really let it jade him in his entirety. The pleasantries of the surface world refreshed him - the kindness and charity of the Vangelists of Aramil and beyond brought him to tears at some point. At his moment of deepest forlorn solitude, it was the grace of the angels that brought his life back on track. But they had lost their grace. Now, they warred with men, threatening them - attempting to terrify those weaker than them into submission. That was not the reality Hadrian wanted to live in. He knew that Vangelism, angels, all of these things were positive influences on the world. He had seen the unity the angels wrought, and he would take part in the destruction of Elessia - who had tarnished that - in order to see a better world again.
Most of the faces here were unfamiliar. The only one that was familiar to him was Damian, the Dreadnought that Hadrian had become friends with - one he'd battled in the North. As for the others? He couldn't tell really, but he assumed the girls were Valkyries. The rugged looking guy was not recognizable in any way - he could've been a human, or something else. Hadrian supposed it didn't matter, as long as they were competent.
His dragon soared behind him. He had taken him here, and he would help in the battle to come. He was nervous. Really nervous; this could be his death. He was challenging a God, a creature way older, way wiser and way more powerful. But that wouldn't stop him from going for it anyway - the price of doing the right thing could often be your life, but it was a pride he was willing to pay. He tried to relax himself, look to the familiar faces. "Hey Damian!" He called out to his only friend here. "Good to see you participating in saving the world. I look forward to your laser death beams." He grinned, then drew his spear. "Guys," he aimed a question at everyone. "Would you mind if I flooded the field a bit? I'm quite a bit better with water touching my legs."
Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 11:35 pm
Wanna join me? Come and play.... but I might shoot you... in your Face... A song she'd written was playing in the Black Baroness's head on repeat. The lyrics, quite edgy, quite like the queen edgelord herself, were catchy and upbeat in a crazy way. She had stepped onto the teleporter, but somehow her destination had been entirely different than that of her allies by choice of some deity or controller she knew not of. But she had an oppurtunity now, and she would not squander it. Those melodious words played in her mind as she road a rather large missile, straight from the HEAVYMETALORDER world. Bombs and bullets will, do the trick. What we need here, is a little bit of panic yeah~! she sang in a hum as she rode the missile like a skateboard of some kind. She had painted big, neon green "X's" and a jagged smile on the head of the projectile,and a massive line of black smoke followed behind it as she came within range of sensing the metal in the area, the armor on the battered bodies and weapons strewn across the area. Her eyes saw her sister, her friend and partner whom she'd yet to officially meet, and also her own plaything down below. Aside from them she knew not who she was going to meet. Still, she kept her weapon on course to the large cathedral, cool as a cucumber. By the time they heard the whistle of the nose slicing through the air, Aurelia would already have dismounted. She landed, a bit rough, beside Damian and rolled ahead of him, sliding to a stop on one knee. A blue tear in the fabric of space opened and a shotgun appeared, one that previously belonged to her sister. Aurelia stopped just beside her sister, on the side of her body the shield arm sat. The golden and white shotgun hopefully would give her sister a sense of camaraderie. She pumped it, and looked at her sister through her black glasses. The missile hit the cathedral at the back, just behind the tower that Alex who seemed to be assaulting the building, causing a rather massive explosion and bright flash of light that made the polarized lenses give way to show the fierce gold of Aurelia's eyes. A smirk and a nod would be all she had to offer the Valkyrie aside from one phrase. "Just like old times I hope." Her attention flicked over her shoulder, one eye scanning their crew, resting on Damian. She licked her lips and, though he couldn't see her eyes, he would probably feel her practically blowing him with them. Oh what a prize he would get if he survived... maybe. She turned her face towards the wreck she had made to kick things off, half expecting the building to be unaffected. Instead she had collapsed most of the roof around where the Goddess had been standing.
She gulped.
A goddess... she was fighting the very thing she sought to ascend into. And she had been the one to whack the hornet's nest. She flared her nostrils as her finger slipped into the trigger box and her eyes blackened behind her shades. Her teeth gritted and a vein popped on her head as she began exerting her high level of control over the metal in the goddesses' domain, prepping herself for combat even before it was her time to do so. Aurelia would cause every weapon to rise, some of them wrenching free of unmoving fingers or weak grips. They all arranged themselves around the entrance of the Cathedral below the woman accosting the building, every blade and lance seeming to shake and rattle audibly. Aurelia felt her sister's Aura of Hope. She was still so on edge it was causing her chest pain from the muscle inside it pounding so heavily. She exhaled deeply, finally shaking the vaneer of calm off. It all came to this. One final fight to end the grip Vangelism had on this plane once and for all.
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Abilities/Weapons: Adjustment Passive Requires Glancing This is a skill that will come depending on your target. The more you miss while using this the more accurate you are in the next shot, you are adjusting yourself to your opponent's dodges. This is if you can still see them and if you miss. If they block your attack or get hit by it the effect of adjustment wont take place. There is however a side effect, since you are focused on shooting at them you are not quite capable of dodging. Adjustment is a solo skill it cannot be used in conjunction with other skills except for reloading skills until Expert rank. It must reset when you stop shooting, so you have to constantly lay a reign of fire on a target for it to stack over posts. By the third post, them dodging alone wouldn't be good enough if you don't lose your lock on them.
The Sight Just like their counterpart (the Nephilim) the Diabolos can read the auras about them and see things for what they are. This allows them to pinpoint an opponent's energy level(rank), along with the ability to naturally see energy.
• Electromagnetic Manipulation Even without expending energy, the Diabolos can manipulate electromagnetic fields. This allows them to levitate their own weapons and manipulate them with great speed, power and precision. Furthermore, they may sense metal and disturbances in electromagnetic fields; for example, if there is a destructive event happening even across the world, they will know it is ongoing, just not who or what is involved. They can sense earthquakes and other such things, to name a few events that would trigger this sense.
You may also compress this magnetic field within simply a large area around you; this allows you to perceive movements around you.
• Pain Inversion This is a strength and a weakness. Pain Inversion allows for a Diabolos' abilities to be stronger based on their physical health. This does not increase ability rank, but rather size, speed and precision. At full condition, you will be able to manipulate larger masses and fling them at enemies as if ballistic homing missiles. When near death, you will need great concentration to do that same thing and will be able to manipulate significantly less at once.
• Zenith Passive It's a common saying that anything is a weapon in the hands of a master, this concept is made real by the Weapon Master as they naturally coat any and all weapons they wield with energy. This results in two things, the weapons are made stronger by a rank, and they can strike things they normally shouldn't be able to, such as Shades. This stacks with other damage bonuses. Total weapon damage stacking cannot go past +3 ranks.
Sight Lock Passive This skill is necessary for any and all gunslingers to keep in mind, letting them gain a mental lock-on on the foe. So long as the foe is in any form of view, without anything to obstruct the view, such as a smoke screen or any visual type of illusions. Another bonus is that the Gunslinger can utilize the reflections of anything to find their opponent. The gunslinger can even quick draw with their gun, in a blink of an eye, they can shoot a target in their sight, meaning the opponent has to see and react to the draw of the gun or the moment upon firing.
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Talent Name: The Flying Circus Talent Description: Metallic horns sprout from her head and iron fillaments from her surroundings form mettalic wings upon her back as she activates the Flying Circus, the asthetic prelude to a powerful skill activating. Depending on the energy paid to activate this, Aurelia further splits her magnetic field from that of Axiom's for a set time and can freely manipulate magnetism on higher and higher levels. This also gives her even more precise flight by manipulating herself on similarly higher levels. When she is controlling the metals, they seem to fly around her in a pattern similar to how iron fillaments arrange themselves around a magnet.
SSS rank: 100m are, giving her sole dominion over the area she affects, allowing her to rip medium sized buildings free, throw cars, bullets cannons, missiles and the like with her body as the epicenter of this flying circus. (Lasts nine posts)
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 2:27 pm
Fools. Mortals. The two words go hand in hand. The moment they stepped on the platform that would send them to her, Elessia was entirely aware of their approach through the portal she had made for her followers to reach her. She flared her nostrils, flared her wings, flared her energy just a little as the first one to arrive opened her mouth to speak her, meek like all mortals were. Gold eyes focused on the one who moved ahead of her holding a spear and shield. Solaris would like that one, perhaps show her a swift merciful death in respect. Another one came then and he was even more profane. A false prophet. Daniel's greatest mistake. Pagans had always bothered Elessia on a deeper level than other mortal races. They were old and ornery. But unlike herself they did not deserve to hold such high esteem. He and his dragon were a testament to how far the world was allowed to fall under Michael's rule. But just when she though that she had seen the worst, Damian walked into the fray. She saw exactly what the man was. A demon, a lower order demon but one with potential to fest and grow. Just as Zachriah had grown and festered over hundreds of years in hell. He would be the straw that broke the camels back as Elessia finally prepared to speak. And then her massive temple came under fire. She looked at the woman accosting the middle tower, making a noticeable dent, and then forcing through and sending a ray of light into the Cathedral. Another Valkyrie. Another brave traitor. Another stupid mortal. Before the missile hit, Elessia was gone in a flash of light. The roof caving after the missile hit looked as though it sent debri down on top of her, but it was not to be.
"Why must you resist," Elessia called down from higher up in the sky over them with a certain emerald light beginning to envelop the sky from her body. She was no longer a soft looking, beautiful angel with a look of apathy locked into her features. Now she wore armor, held a bloody lance stained with blood from countless slain enemies. "You cannot believe you are worth my time. You are not the kings and queens of this land," she would say as an overwhelming energy would begin to press down upon each and everyone of them. Of course, she was referencing that the Gods who had fallen had fallen to the kings and queens of the world, none of them had died to the lowborn, or the weak. Zachariah had faced the strongest men and women on the plane -and nearly succeeded in slaying them all. It took the might of Kamilla, another goddess, to aid in his army's defeat and another god's creations, Daniel specifically, to bring him down. As she felt the ornery nature of these fools her mood seemed to become even more haughty. The jade hue staining the sky seemed to reach down around the Golden Cathedral as Elessia prepared something for them. "For too long I have allowed your ilk to propagate these poisonous thoughts. You wish to know what it is you face before you? The might of the Inquisitor is beyond you all. It is beyond the demons of hell and this plane. For your arrogance in coming here, for the SIN of pride I will reward you with a vision of power no mere mortals have ever before gazed upon. And then, when I am finished with you, I will begin my march. Now..." she would say dismissively as chains originating from large green tears in reality snapped around the bodies of three of those meager few present, faster than they could respond to, and stronger than even the mightiest of beasts present. With a snap of her fingers they would wrench them into said portals in a flash of motion. To three reality itself would shift and unravel in the moments it took for them to fall through the portals. "Be gone."
The last words of Elessia rang and echoed like a deep bellow, each of them losing all sense of direction, of physics or reality. It would feel like falling up, rising downwards. The sensation would be practically indescribable. And then, seconds later, they would open their eyes in worlds completely beyond their imaginations. With them gone Elessia would look upon those who were still present, the one below her, a valkyrie who was assaulting her building was somewhat troublesome perhaps. Gripping the spear in her hand she pointed at the ground behind her, halfway between her and her allies. Immediately a singularity opened there, imposing a crushingly powerful sphere of gravity on the entire group and threatening to crush them if they didn't find some way to handle it.
TDG Super Kami
A Faint Smile
The Sleeping Pacifist
a stray sheep
The King of Razgard
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Energy 24,750 Stats 16/25 Equipment Lance and Chains Passives
Pulled to the ends of a future desecration of divine deities, words uttered are simply wind brushing passed his ears. Irritating and distracting, the many had grouped for a situation of do or die. Whether they succeeded or not judged the fate of the world. Actions bring angst, anguish is what they faced whilst the lights of heaven strike down upon the building. Crater or dent, still it crackles as if just a taste of angelic origins surfaced to bestow evidence of their existence. Hands delved within pockets to dig around for simple assortments. A construct stands before them. Leading the entire group to a potential demise that he has no plans in engaging let alone meeting. Cerulean gems dimmed, an under glow that rolled about the rim of his lids. A maw parts just barely, unleashing exasperating winds from the frustration of studying this place. Averting his eyes to the curly waved locks of darkness, a man spoke in rasp and seriousness. To avoid the inevitable and explain to them the down right obvious. Brows furrow in the stare, still he stands in absolute silence within this evening. Wondering what each and every one of these lost souls had actually come here for. To ignite the light in themselves and ascend beyond that of which man can comprehend or possibly be after saving this plane of existence from complete discord. Just as the shocks are waving, their crashing explosions of control by force and dominance entwined their fates. Interesting.
" They work fast at least.. ''
Allured to the fact that power was a fancy assortment of theirs. He decides to partake and cooperate with these people. Unique individuals suddenly stumbled upon one another. Sparks rush up his very spine, having suddenly grown excited for this shindig to get started. Tanned flesh lingers from the darkest depths of his pockets, bestowing their appearance with marks that ran along the knuckles and backs. Crackling one at a time with each side within sync, he prepares for what is to come. Acknowledgement earned, he however questions their tactic on rushing inside. Traps were bound to be awaiting them, especially considering it is a all knowing being they were up against. So he chooses to remain outside. Arms neatly crossed over one another, leaving him staring towards the remaining outdoor dwellers. Something was incorrect, about the push at least. There is one that calls out for a plan, causing the unknown man out of the group to speak up for once.'' Bringing the water into a playing field like this sounds nice, but make sure it does not deter the ground dwellers. Those in the sky should be fine-? '' Cut off from the sudden voice. There arise the goddess, the life of the party and special host of this event. Her words kicked that of acidic tone, something was far terrible about this supposed angelic being. Her heart was obviously tormented and her thoughts shaded into darkness gradually. He sniffles before lightly sneezing to himself almost silently. Hell arrives.
Chains arose to latch onto the three individuals that were among them. Yanked into the unknown, they were gone and potentially lost. Whether they returned or not depended on their actions alone. Hardly phased, he continued to lock sights with that of the Angel before them. This God had engaged a sense of injustice that corrupted that of her own. Readying himself for the next action for what is to come. Eyes left her within their scrutinizing gaze, his legs kicking him back without a moment of haste. The energy witnessed through his own sense alone. Hopefully the others had taken the hint of his actions and knew to follow with their own defensive backings. Posture adjusted, he stares at the sudden directing of her spear. Energy was harnessing at its tip. '' Everyone get back, she has a gift for us from what I can tell. A big one that is only growing worst through the time we do not handle it. '' Words worked fast, for he knows if she held the power to wipe nations it would be done now if necessary. Energy channeled and compressed, formulating a singularity that begins to inhale all nearest to it.
The placement was still a whiles away from their standing point, being that they were within the cathedral gazing up high above. However, this made no difference to those beyond that level. The building potentially torn and Elissa's own nest along with it from the pull of gravity it began to establish." This spell is like a bomb, it is growing bigger and bigger until it pops. Water Dragon boy, do your thing with the ocean. It can help on my end, however we've got one more friend here that has yet to talk. What are you capable of? " Winds burst and the pull is powerful, crouching down to bring his palm against the floor he holds his grip along the ground. Time was slowly breaking away, leaving them to only quickly depend on one another. The Djinn however only planned. His mind racing to the numerous possibilities. This made him appear to have gone off into his own zone as he paid close attention to everything in his calmness.
[ Edited accordingly made, continue the post cycle. ]
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Passives • Three Wishes Up to three times per fight, the Djinn may manipulate the force around an attack to redirect it and make it miss, for free. This can only be done on skills of one to two ranks higher than them. This is an extremely powerful passive of the Djinn, an intelligent Djinn capable of using it to largely make up for their vulnerability to ranged magic. It can also help to leave an enemy open in close-quarters combat.
• Mind Games The Djinn have a permanent 'force' around their skin that will reduce incoming damage by a rank. This puts them on the same level of base defensibly as a werewolf, although they can't regenerate, so... At adept rank, this force can become amplified by the djinn's mind, psycho-manually controlling the level of force in the layer of magic. They can apply energy to it to block all manner of attacks, meaning they don't really have to learn defensive abilities. It is really no more potent than any other defense of its rank, but it is considered to be a bloodline ability and thus is boosted.
• Armored Skin Passive The skin of the beast master has been trained to take punishment from both the inside and the outside. As such, the user's skin acts like their own shell of armor, rejecting any comfort of having any kind of armor equipped. The stronger the BM gets, the stronger their skin gets, even being on par with the metals of the world. As a bonus, this even allows the BM the capabilities of catching weapons that are either on their rank or even lower without body damage. Depending on the rank of the user, their arms are already weighted and even stronger than that, as such the user is capable of breaking through anything that is weaker than they are (Only B ranked and below).
- Novice: Your skin is as strong as Iron, already hard to make you even flinch if a weak foe tried to punch you with their bare hands. C rank and above will hurt you. - Adept: Your skin is as sharp and strong as steel, you can withstand stronger hits and not even flinch once. B rank and above will harm you.
Chi Sense Rank: D Description: This is required for all Dim Mak techniques. It allows the user to see the flow of chi within any surrounding enemies in an area, making hiding from them quite useless as they pop up in their vision just as easily as infrared. This vision will last for five posts at a time, and requires a cool down of one post after usage. Once Stage 4 is learned, the negative effects of this technique disappear and becomes a passive ability of the user.
Chi Sao C - Passive Chi Sao is more of a state of being than a specific attack. The user will attach a part of themselves to the opponent; leg, arm, hand, etc. From there they will be able to react almost instantly to the movements their opponent makes. For example, if they are sticking to the target with their leg and they go to kick, the user can instantly counter. If they are using their arm then the user is able to rapidly block and stop an attack before it is carried through. Breaking free of Chi Sao is very difficult for the user will constantly keep pushing themselves and mirroring the motions of the person they are sticking to. This also allows the user to keep up a constant wave of attacks which can be anything they have learned so long as they can keep contact with the opponent.
Empty Palm B - Passive This technique is generally only ever used when the student is in danger or is harmed. They will focus all of their attention on deflecting attacks and not advancing. Whenever a strike comes in they will swat at the joint of the limb that is used. Continuous blocks in this manner can easily fracture/break bones.
Hey guys. Sorry for the confusion, but we are NOT waiting for the Heaven group to finish or for me to post Hell. We are staying and fighting Elessia until the Heaven group is finished, THEN we will do our section. It was a miscommunication. Please post when you are free, as if you were fighting Elessia. Feel free to make an attack/defense.
Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 2:45 pm
TABTAB Damian ran his hand through his hair as he faintly smirked. A grand stander till the end, it would seem. He bounced the swordspear (it's a Swordspear now.... Deal with it.... Blame Dank Souls) on his shoulder as black and red hued energies surged from his body slowly. "Allow this theater to give proper entertainment for those who would decide it worthy to watch." He spoke loudly, though not in a shout or a yell. If the one he referred to would bother to pay attention, there would be no need to raise his voice. The energy surging into his allies would make them hit harder and be more effecient with their energy consumption. Not only that, but their skin would seem harder, stronger, resistant. He would do more later, but for now he needed confirmation. His final act was to create a carapace over his body; his second skin.
TABTAB He then leaned back slightly and aimed his free hand at the gravity well. He was able to fair better than the rest, probably, and this thing needed to be dealt with now. However, it was from above that the true threat came as Astrid, the demon reborn from being a dragon. She had been there since the beginning, the roar heard before the fight began. And now she levitated, high in the sky as she collected the energy required to unleash one of her most power attacks from the get go. He did what any sane man would do when he revolved around melee combat, given an unknown variable: he threw Ascalon at the singularity as hard as he could.
• Gene Mod: Speed <-> Strength Allows a person with the mod to convert their speed to strength or strength to speed twice a fight. • Gene Mod: Regeneration (Has Health Regeneration Mod) Allows for faster healing or energy recovery. One or the other not both. This could possibly be used in place of a cleric for add on's from mechanists or as passive skills to regain health or energy while inactive. Regeneration is simple, similar to the Nephilim's, in terms of healing. Does not work for people with Regenerative Capabilities. Energy Regeneration is a bit different. Depending on your rank, you gain a flat amount. Novice = 25, Adept = 50, Expert = 75, Master = 100, Sage = 125 • Gene Mod: Energy Boost Increases base energy by 250 per rank. If you received this at Master Rank, it still counts from Trainee Rank. • Gene Mod: Neutralize Talent Allows a person to nullify their opponent's talent in battle. Any weaknesses that the talent requires is also nullified, and you get back whatever you gave up. If you gave up an element, you gain the skills you lost. The person using this also has their talent nullified.
• Devour The ability to steal the life force of another to replenish your PP meter seems almost unholy. However, the transfer is anything but. Life is pure and raw, and the Reaver understands that. As such, the life transferring ability becomes a part of of every strike made by the Reaver. Direct contact is not necessary, as the Reaver has developed not only the ability to sense pain coming from others, but the ability to absorb the pain from several yards away. The range is limited to the area that the user is in. Not limited to opponents.
Based on the skill that is used, the user regenerates a certain amount of pain points. E Ranked: 5 Points D Ranked: 15 Points C Ranked: 35 Points B Ranked: 60 Points A Ranked: 85 Points S Ranked: 100 Points SS Ranked: 200 Points
• Pain The Reaver projects a constant aura (radius of 10 meters) that seeps into anyone the user wishes and causes them rather mild pain. For every person infected, the user gain back D Ranked Power Points, thanks to Devour. This attack is fully capable of being boosted, though once boosted, the cost in power points will equal one rank below what you are receiving. If it is boosted to B Rank, it costs C Rank to use.
• Your Pain is My Drug As long as the user is inflicting pain on another, the user gains a +1/+1 to stats. The user feeds off of this pain, and the effect is most definitely stackable for every enemy.
Buffs
Your Pain is my Drug | +1 Strength +1 Speed for Every Opponent within Ten Meters | Constant Battle Cry | Rank Cost Reduction | Three Posts Champions of Valor | +1 DR | Four Posts Mephesto's Rage | +2 Damage +2 Strength | Three Posts Carapace | S-Rank Shield | Constant
Techniques
Battle Cry | C if charged with the will to always fight, no matter what, the Knight will cry out before the battle starts. This cry, the words are up to the knight, will allow the Knight to allow both he and his companions to fight with increased valor and strength. Their energy output nearly doubles and they can cast more skills than ever, for less energy. One rank less energy to be exact, for three posts.
Champions of Valor | B By exerting his energy like an aura around his companions before battle, the Knight is capable of granting them the same protection that often keeps him alive. For the duration of 4 posts, the Knight's allies gain +1 rank in damage reduction to all skills.
Mephesto's Rage | S A black moat opens below every ally of the dreadnought and themself, giving them a bonus + 2 to damage and strength for three posts. This skill can be used once every six posts after the buff ends.
Carapace | S A hard outer layer of damage reducing energy armor grows from the dreadnought's skin. It lasts until its knocked off but cannot stack, and cannot be used for two posts once it comes down to an equal or higher ranked attack.
Astrid
Rank: Matches Damian (Expert Currently) Energy: 1,300 - 250 = 1,050 Stats: Strength: 8(+2) | Speed: 16 | DR: +1 Techniques:• Cataclysm [SS] Technically an enhanced version of Burn Out, Astrid builds up enough energy to engulf a district or a city and ignites it, dealing massive damage to the area. This damage is done by hundreds of beams of ignited plasma that emit from between her wing joints and pelt the area. This technique costs one post to charge, and effects, in many cases, the entire thread.
((Saying this now: In terms of Damian posts, keep track of what he gives you buff wise. They're most likely gonna be continuously given out >< Energy reductions, attack boosts, the work))
