Shun closed his eyes as he held her in place. Yes. In another life. In their real life. Not this twisted world crafted up by the Voice. Despite the fact that he knew she was not the real werewolf, he still felt a sort of chill run through him as he felt her body go limp in his arms. Once she was gone, he straightened up.
When he got home, he was going to shower the real one with love. No doubt about it.
But for now, his personal objective was complete. And so he fled to return to his allies.
He still had a lot of work to do.
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Name: Shun HP: 29 Target: Damage: Blessing: 3 Kingdom: Red Knight (Tiger) Kingdom ability: Summons illusionary wolf that allows for a second attack before retaliation. This allows the target to strike back twice as well, however. Apperance: Dark haired male wearing dark leather armor. He seems to have a number of blades on his person.
((Exiting back to east field))
Huni Pi rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 1Total: 3 (2-16)
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 11:44 pm
No. No no no no no!!!!!!!!! "FORTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNE!!!!!!!!!" Mari keened in dismay as the white b***h destroyed Her fellow Shadow.
Tess said nothing. She simply raised Her arms straight, and held Her position as Mari lifted Them into the air.
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Name: Maritess the Lovers HP: 40 Target: The dragon b***h that killed one of Their own Damage: 0 Blessing: 3 Kingdom: Shadow Pawn (Dark Herald) Kingdom Ability: Misfortune Telling Appearance: Mari is a gray-skinned winged torso. Tess is a black shadow. Both are pissed off.
Night saw him the minute before he heard his taunt to the other kingdom. His friend and fellow comrade of the horseman....He slinked from his shadows, to the battlefield and to the side of his king. Much as the Queen and one of the students he had seen. She was probably like him, on a mission to save their friend. So he moved to Aymet. And he moved quickly, joining the Queen Shade.
To the side of their friend.
"Aymet." Night smiled cheerfully at the Dragon shade, even as Amrita swiped at him. "We're really sorry about this but...Sometimes when the kingdom falls, the king must fall with it." The black cat moved back, phasing in and out as he worked the wire weapon around the dragon.
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Nightengale XIII - Grim Noble of the Black Kingdom Also traitor #2 HP: 50/50 Damage: 2 Target: Aymet - Black King Title: Bishop Kingdom Ability: *UNUSED* 3d6 - Mind - The first card/die. This is the amount you defend yourself for. Body - The second card/die. This is the damage you do to your opponent. Soul - The third card/die. This is the amount you heal yourself for. Ranked Ability: *Unused* A Bishop may choose to negate one player's action. They can only do this once per battle/ tournament. Your bishop must state using the action and then select their target. The targeted player does 0 attack, defense, or heals their next turn. Passive abilities can still apply. Kingdom: Black Miasma: Black Blessing Points: 1
Character description: Black cat with lime green eyes and Cheshire smile. Hai he's cute till he rips your throat out yo.
"The True King?" In the sounds of the battlefield however, the single voice was almost lost. "Only one of us is a liar and it is not me."
Perhaps Aymet would almost misinterpret the figure, a strange, distorted mess with a single silver crown on what was possibly its head. The rest was lost to bubbling blacks, silvers, and oily colours, washed together in some unspeakable Miasma. An abomination perhaps. The figure might have smiled, had they had a mouth, had they had anything but a hollow, gaping hole that for a second tried half-heartedly to take form before melding all together.
"I am the true King," it repeated, lowly, the earth bubbling around it as it formed long slivers of spears. It grabbed one in its rapidly melting hands, ichor falling off its fingertips to stain and corrupt the earth around it. "And I will obtain my true wish."
The King had no reason not to trust his Advisor and Noble, and thus, didn't even think to pay attention to their whereabouts. He didn't even look down to until he felt the sting of Miasma draining from his being. "What!?"
"Stop this at once! Have you forgotten I am your King," he repeated in disbelief, as if Night or Amrita would come to their senses. Never had he expected such betrayal. So close to the throne, at such a dire time. His mind reeled. And just as quickly, he began to seethe.
He turned to face the new voice, furious. "You must be the one responsible for-"
What he saw was no king. A disgusting mess of bubbling flesh and ichor, some thing that should not have been. A single silvery glint upon its head was the only identification and authority it had.
"No. You were dead. You fell a long time ago-" He didn't wait to find out what had caused... this. Any thought of the traitors was banished from his mind, for a single long moment. A shadowy sword swirled into existence before him, poised to strike. "But you will not stand in my way. May the Voice grant me the power to destroy you for good."
He let loose the weapon to strike.
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Name: Shadowlord Aymet, the Black King Current HP remaining: 241/258 Damage done: 2 Target(s): That Other King Guy Rank Ability: Can recruit any player at the cost of their HP. Kingdom ability: Misfortune Telling (Roll 3D6. 1st die = def, 2nd die = dmg, 3rd die = heal) (UNUSED) Character Kingdom: Black Character's Miasma Colour: Black Blessing Points: 1 Character description: The Black King is a creature of pure shadow, currently standing about ten feet tall. He is pure black, with blue accents, frayed wispy wings and tail, and few visible features. He can be identified by his crown.
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enoh love
nyxtuski moon
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 11:58 pm
Jericho was fighting hard against the non-shadow dragon. But quite frankly, he didn't stand a chance against the gift of the voice. One moment he was there... the next.
Nothing.
Not a shred of the Dark herald's miasma remained. Only his memory within his comrades was left now.
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Name:Jericho HP: 0 Target: Damage: Blessing:3 Kingdom: Shadow Pawn (Dark Herald) Kingdom ability: MISFORTUNE TELLING Appearance: Currently a shadowy dragon about the size of a horse.
Not out loud, at the very least. The scream rang through her mind, but her lips were clamped shut, eyes wide in horror as the white Rook took her comrade down. She could hear her King's voice, hear another who proclaimed himself the true King, but for now, she could only stare at the white dragon, hands shaking.
And yet, she tried to steady herself as she reminded herself that she was Justice. And that the white dragon would pay for taking a fellow Dark Herald down.
With a crack of her whip, Pokerus was down, and Marzena was stronger.
poke mattix
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Current HP remaining: 50 HP Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 9 Target(s): Pokerus Rank Ability : Pawn (Dark Herald) --Adaptation *USED*--> Rook --Defend Kingdom ability: Misfortune Telling Character kingdom: Black Character's Miasma Colour: Black Character description: A lithe Shadow with dark blue accents in her hair, dressed in a pelt, lacy bolero and high boots, all in grey-ish dark colors. Blessing: 3
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 12:22 am
It felt...wrong. It was all so wrong. Poke had fended off the shadow, but now she was hearing screams. Screams of the black kingdoms people. They must of been his allies. But that was wrong, they were the bad guys. The other kingdom had swarmed her! They were in the wrong...
But she still heard them scream. Swear vengeance on her for their fallen.
Well, they could have it. She had nothing else in her. Nothing except a hallow bitterness that had came from striking down the Drogiam. Already she was losing altitude as her wings were so tired from keeping her body int he air.
First it was another strike from the spiked chains. They cut deep into her lower stomach. She hardly had the energy to roar anymore, a weakened growl was all they got. Others attacked her, but somehow she missed them.
It was a whip that had struck her. It had found it's mark deep within her chest, her jaw opened wide in shock at the sudden blow. Clean and effective.
With a shuddering breath, Pokerus fell from the skies.
Enoh Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 4Total: 10 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 12:51 am
A challenger appeared, and Amrita was both relieved and annoyed. Relief meant they'd likely be forgotten in the wake of this new challenge, and annoyed because, well, she wanted to be the one to kill him. Because 250 HP is nothing, right? Right. Not that she knew what his hit points were, but she was at least pretty confident that she could take a King. Maybe with Night's help. Maybe not.
"You're not my King!" Amrita retorted, putting emphasis on the word for a good reason; he was not her King, he was her friend. Which really didn't help the situation, because even boiled down, she was attacking a dear old friend of hers. Terrible, really...but it had to be done. That was what she tried to convince herself as she took another swing at poor, distracted Aymet.
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Nyxtsuki Moon
Sup Traitor 2 how u doin
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Name: Amrita, "Eldritch Advisor of the Black Kingdom" but also kind of a Traitor now. Current HP remaining: 60/60 Damage: 4 wtg Blessing Points: 2 Target(s): AYMET LOOK OUT SHE'S A TRAITOR Rank Ability : Overpower - *Unused!* Kingdom ability: Misfortune Telling - *Unused!* Character Kingdom: Revenge Character's Miasma Colour: Black Character description:b[/] A shadow creature with glowing yellow eyes. IDK SEE AVATAR
Night blinked at the king before cocking his head. "Well king, you're still our king but also our friend and well, we gotta kill you to wake you up cause you really aren't a king so...."
He looked over at the silver king making a appearance and back to Amrita, the Queen. This was their moment.
TO BETRAY THEIR KING SOME MORE.
He started to flip wire over one of Aymet's wrist, tugging at the shade's arm. letting it sink into the shadowy flesh.
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Nightengale XIII - Grim Noble of the Black Kingdom Also traitor #2 HP: 50/50 Damage: 4 Target: Aymet - Black King Title: Bishop Kingdom Ability: *UNUSED* 3d6 - Mind - The first card/die. This is the amount you defend yourself for. Body - The second card/die. This is the damage you do to your opponent. Soul - The third card/die. This is the amount you heal yourself for. Ranked Ability: *Unused* A Bishop may choose to negate one player's action. They can only do this once per battle/ tournament. Your bishop must state using the action and then select their target. The targeted player does 0 attack, defense, or heals their next turn. Passive abilities can still apply. Kingdom: Black Miasma: Black Blessing Points: 2
Character description: Black cat with lime green eyes and Cheshire smile. Hai he's cute till he rips your throat out yo.
He laughed upon impact as bits and pieces of himself went flying, splattering all directions. He laughed as he merged with the earth, with the ground, slowly rising back together in all directions. There wasn't even a mouth to laugh with now, and the sound was nothing but distorted choked laughter, a strange gasping wheeze.
"The Voice, the Voice, THE VOICE." The noise was almost hysterical. "WHERE IS MY GRANTED WISH."
It seemed as if it had gathered itself, clusters of itself back into itself, ready to strike again. Even the Silver Crown was melting from its head. "WHERE IS MY WISH, WHERE IS IT, WHERE IS MY WISH."
It exerted all its pressure, on the Black King, and for an instance Aymet was drowned in nothing but an abyss of hatred, sorrow, grief, shock, and betrayal. This is what it felt to be nothing more than an undying fragment-
- And then, it simply collapsed, leaving the lightest trace of ichor behind. Even the Silver Crown was gone.
AstaraeI
- For the next three turns, he cannot use the blessing of the Voice (or gain charges for it)
Whisper entered the battlefield shortly after most of the others, ready to face the other kingdoms. It was time to prove her worth, and show those around her that big things come from small shadows. She was going to fight with her whole being, right down to her last breath.
There was chaos and fighting everywhere, it took her a few moments to find a target that would be worthy of her. She raised her gauntlet adorned arms up into an offensive position and lunged toward her target.
Eranas
attacking for 5! Though it probably doesn't go through XD
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Current HP remaining: 40 HP Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 5 Target(s): Zephyros Tarot: Strength Rank Ability : Pawn (Dark Herald) --Adaptation *unused* Kingdom ability: Misfortune Telling *unused* Character kingdom: Black Character's Miasma Colour: Black Character description: A shadow of small stature, but discernibly feminine. Her accent color is orange. Blessing: 1
Why some of the Shadows attack the Shadowlord? Didn't they know if he died, the Black Kingdom, their new home would fall like the Silver? Arynek, the Moon was so confused. Were they spies or betrayers? Their King wasn't attacking, but they were. It was so hard to believe what was happening.
She hold the necklace inside her cloak a bit, wishing to gain energy from it. The moonlight didn't shine on itself, but simply reflected the light from the Sun. It's just like her nature, never shine on her own. Never attack others, but fight to protect others. Her fate was decided.
The Moon came to yell at the two shadows who attacked the king. "Stop it! Why are you attacking the king? Black kingdom will fall! We should defend our lord and get the enemies down." She stared at Night and Amrita. "If- if you have private issues with the lord, take it after this war ends."
She wasn't sure what happened to these three, but apparently it wasn't a good time to settle that now. In a battle with other kingdoms and enemies. She couldn't handle this, where's the Sun?
Character kingdom: Revenge Character's Miasma Colour: Black Character description: Arynek, now Moon is a shadow figure that you can tell is a girl with long hair.
Blessing: 2 Defending herself for 8 next turn.
Zee Oddwyn
Moon is finding you, she can't handle this alone.
Nyxtsuki Moon
You traitors
Enoh Love
go away V_V
AstaraeI
My lord, you got defended for 4 damage next turn
Kanth rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-8)
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 3:26 am
As usual, Marosa arrived on the battlefield in record time, but he'd gotten here quite a bit before Sharra had. It would be better to work as a team, he knew, so his plan wasn't to attack anyone until the powerhouse came.
Wings fluttering behind him, Marosa remained in a defensive position, glancing around at the carnage on the battlefield before him.
The Ganerie was no longer shaken. He was ready to fight.
[ Marosa is defending ]
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Name: Marosa HP:40/40 [Defending] Kingdom: White Rank: Pawn Rank Ability: Adaptability Miasma Color: White Appearance: Marosa is a human-looking creature with wings that stands about 5'7", with shoulder-length red hair that is only slightly curly. His natural ability of touching people allows the recipient of his touch to become infatuated with him - this can either work in his favor or against. Marosa himself does not look like a strong fighter, but he looks incredibly flighty - able to dodge with ease.
"No! No no no nonono what are you doing stop!" Merope yelled as the two traitors attacked their king, putting on a burst of speed to place himself between them. Merope brought up his hermit's staff, channeling his energy through it to create a small (and possibly ineffective) barrier to protect his king.
Physical Description: A Shadow with defining, illuminated teal-blue lines. Much of him is hidden beneath a simple hooded robe. His beastial form is much like his true undead sea serpent form. While as a humanoid Shadow, Merope wields a staff with his draconic form's characteristics complete with a lantern hanging from its mouth.
Shun closed his eyes as he held her in place. Yes. In another life. In their real life. Not this twisted world crafted up by the Voice. Despite the fact that he knew she was not the real werewolf, he still felt a sort of chill run through him as he felt her body go limp in his arms. Once she was gone, he straightened up.
