Bix had been lurking. He'd been sneaking along the outskirts of the battlefield until his King had appeared and called. The albino serpent man rose from his observation point.
He'd watched the Blacks turn on their king and now one of them was trying to stop it. If they wanted to kill their own King who was he, as a White, to stop them? A volley of glowing white arrows buried into the shadow.
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Current HP remaining: 40/40 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 6 dmg Target(s): Merope Blessing: 1 Rank Ability : Adaptation - Pawn Kingdom ability: Grief Character kingdom: White Character's Miasma Colour: White Character description:Bix is an albino serpentine alien with feathery white hair in futuristic white clothing.
Marushii
PEW PEW
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 4:26 pm
His expression remained the same as the creature grabbed his scarf and tugged him forward. Wilson tried to examine its face, but considering its appearance, that was a rather difficult task.
The king stiffened. It was difficult to make out its words, but he had heard enough. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t. “This is the end you’re seeking.” He doubted it. “For the greater good, a sacrifice has to be made.”
Wilson glared at it before he raised one arm, one spear--
"HOW ABOUT YOU WORRY ABOUT THE CRYSTAL INSTEAD OF TELLING ME MORE STUFF TO ******** DO WOMAN." Jesus, This was a battlefield, SHE WAS MAKING IT REALLY HARD TO BE PRODUCTIVE WITH ALL THESE ORDERS.
"I'll move if I have to, right now we focus on what we need to do. You forget if you Die, Then we ******** don't have a crystal to kill Wilson anyways."
s**t ******** damn s**t ********. It was the same strand of thought when he was defending Ceres and that group. Could nothing just be simple?
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Name: Dakota Rainstar Current HP remaining: 50/50 Defense done: 2 Target(s): Ami Rank Ability : *UNUSED* A Rook may roll 2d12 -6 to heal themselves or another player in battle (single target). They can only use this once per battle. They can use this max of five times outside of battle ONLY in their Kingdom thread. Kingdom ability: Grief I AM USING A SPECIAL ABILITY: N/A Character kingdom: white Character's Miasma Colour: white Character description: Large Native american parading around as a race known as Livius. Bright glowing eyes like fire, shaved head with a frohawk ponytail. Following some chick around. Blessing Points: 2/3
Marushii
Chiimari
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 4:39 pm
It was hard to tell if the spear impacting the 'Silver King' had caused it to collapse or if it was already collapsing prior. There was no audible thud or shriek or anything, as if the weapon had passed right through it, just as in the same moment it simply fell apart.
* 'If you insist,' Stated the Pillar, majestic and regal. 'I will not stop you, if your story is incomplete, yet you may find only a tragedy that awaits for you.'
It hissed. "I will be crowned the True King."
Pause. The glow softened. 'There are no Kings, no true Kings, not any longer. The spirit of man has been shattered, and with it resides a deeper darkness beyond my ability of Protection. It is hollow, it is empty-'
"It is mine." The fragment seized the chance anyway, because that was all it had been created to do. It had no other purpose.
*
The spear clattered onto the ground, dissolving as well into the same tar-like substance, leaking all directions. The earth began to cave in, forwards, downwards, leaving a terrible black gash all directions around it.
And at last that crown, still sold and standing in the black abyss, began to unravel, instead of disappearing, growing a little more solid, each frame, each piece branching apart, further and further, until it formed a strange, odd cocoon in the black mass below. It didn't move. It was shaped in size enough to roughly contain a single person. It dissolved any Miasma that came close.
She had only been able to watch, quivering with soundless fury. To think that it had come to this! Everything had progressed so smoothly, and then, without warning, the very fabrics of this place had shuddered again, and Aymet had suddenly realized their true, traitorous intent.
A single glance had been enough to drive him into a rage, and Nevena had no time to react even as a sword ripped through what was her Miasma. She gasped from the pain before her hair flared about her like a writhing halo, a deadly, monotonous hiss filling the air. A glance was spared for Night, but not for long. No time to focus.
"You fool! You aren't real! None of this is!"
Her words were emphasized with a loud crack as her hand swung to slap Aymet across the face as hard as she possibly could.
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Current HP remaining: 42/50 Damage done: 2 Target(s): Aymet 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: Pink as pink can be, and her usual, tiny, well-dressed self. Writhing snakes for hair, golden eyes, the works.
Whisper was calm, and focused. She knew well enough that if you let rage and battle lust take over, you were sure to die, and that was not part of her plan. Her first priority of course was to fight for her kingdom, and though that was the kingdom of revenge, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. Their kingdom had unfortunately collected the least miasma, and they were receiving their punishment. However, now others were suffering for their failure. It was a terrible conflict, but regardless of any internal conflict she had to follow her king. If he had ordered that she should just lay down and let the end come, then so be it. But he did not. He had ordered them to fight with everything that they had. So that is what she planned to do.
Her head ducked when she heard the bullet, it barely missing her. She would have let out a growl if she could, but she was in her more human form. Whisper turned back to her original target, staying true to her course. "Was that question to me? I fight for my kingdom, and for my king. Just as you or any other here. I'm sure you would have as much passion as I had you witnessed what I just have. And though against my nature, I wish that none should ever have to."
Perhaps she wasn't the most vengeful of all the shadows, but she would stay true to her task. She lashed out with her clawed gauntlets, attempting to take a chunk out of her foe.
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Current HP remaining: 38 HP Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 7 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: 2
"Wha-" Night hissed at Merope, what was this kids deal? Honestly if the dragon thought this was better to leave Aymet like this, then he hadn't been paying attention to Medea and her words.
Night would believe anything the horsewoman had said, she was...what? Memories fogged together. A night he was on the road, a small shade abandoned by his parents. When he was nothing it was Aymet who extended a arm, a hand and took him under his wing.
He trained him, fed him, bled for him. He shook his head and tried to clear those memories away.
"The only imposter here is you. I want MY friend Aymet back. Not the one who hides under a dream."
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Nightengale XIII - Grim Noble of the Black Kingdom Also traitor #2 HP: 42/50 Damage: 6 - 1(Meropes defense) = 5 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.
While the chaos of battle may have disoriented others, it only served to excite the shadow raptor, to increase his hunger, his thirst for blood and battle.
His eyes locked on a creature of white, a creature that look especially appetizing. His grin spread, and leaving his previous target, ignoring the one who had struck him, Rex lunged, charging with gaping jaws and sharp pointy teeth!
RAWR!
Eranas
moving to another target due to 6 hour timer
Vethrfolnir
Ouch, moving to another target, Rex is not bright!
iloveyouDIE
Fail raptor is fail! 0 damage
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Current HP remaining: 36/40 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 0 Target(s): Bix Rank Ability : pawn, unused Kingdom ability: misfortune telling I AM USING A SPECIAL ABILITY: Character kingdom: black Character's Miasma Colour: black Character description:b[/] Rex is a shadow raptor monster with bright red highlights
blessing: 2
Amon Larethian
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 5:12 pm
Maple ... just had no idea what was going on or what all the Shadows were going on about. Imposters? Traitors? The real versions? Cowards?
What was going on? What was going on with the King? Her kinsmen. The Sky? It was cracking, it was growing pale and distorting.
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Name: Maple Current HP remaining: 47/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: -- Target(s): -- Rank Ability : Rook - Heal - unused Kingdom ability: Misfortune Telling - unused Blessing Points: 3 Character kingdom: Black Character's Miasma Colour: Black Character description: Maple is a petite girl, short in stature with large horns at her hair line. She is completely black, made of shadows with the only coloring the red accents of her clothing and her eyes.
Bix skirted the massive hole that had appeared in the battlefield to retreat to his King's side as he was commanded. A black monster was on his tail and though he fired behind him, no arrows found purchase.
Syusaki
TO YOUR SIIIIDE
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Current HP remaining: 39/40 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 0 Target(s): Rex Blessing: 1 Rank Ability : Adaptation - Pawn Kingdom ability: Grief Character kingdom: White Character's Miasma Colour: White Character description:Bix is an albino serpentine alien with feathery white hair in futuristic white clothing.
The Fool slunk onto the field, her form low to the ground, ruby red flecks for eyes scouting the area for the closest target. She hopped off of Balthazar's back, body stretching into that of a large cat, her red accents taking on the appearance of violent red stripes.
"Hello," she purred, charging towards a man with a bow, her teeth the inky, ebony black of darkness, jaws stretched wide.
iloveyouDIE
I am attacking Bix for 8 damage!
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Current HP remaining: 40/40 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 8 Damage Target(s): Bix Rank Ability : Take Over Kingdom ability: 3d6 - defend/damage/heal Character kingdom: Black - Pawn of Revenge Character's Miasma Colour: Black Character description:b[/] Comprised entirely of black shadows and red accents, The Fool's shape shifts to her desires. She is currently a large feline.
Ah, a chase! Rex's grin broadened, a wicked and chilling laughter echoing in his throat as he ran after the serpent alien with no thought or realization of just what he may have been running in to.
He roared, leaping at the white creature, talons bared and jaws snapping in a terrible bone crunching bite. His head shook as he bit, tearing at whatever flesh he had latched to.
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Current HP remaining: 36/40 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 4 Target(s): Bix Rank Ability : pawn, unused Kingdom ability: misfortune telling I AM USING A SPECIAL ABILITY: Character kingdom: black Character's Miasma Colour: black Character description:b[/] Rex is a shadow raptor monster with bright red highlights
The death evoked no reaction from the White King. He only opened his hands to let the tar slide through his fingers and splatter to the ground. Wilson smiled when he noticed Bix come toward him.
"Bix--"
And then two soldiers were upon him. Wilson snarled at them both as his arms transformed into green vapors of poisonous gas and pushed them both back. "Back away from my officer."
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Name: Wilson HP: 125 yw Targets: Rex + Fool (Clerise is that you /eyesquint) Damage: 7 each Kingdom: White
astrabot
Amon Larethian
iloveyouDIE
Going to a sleepover, sorry guys~ *A*;;;
Enoh Love rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 9Total: 11 (2-24)
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 5:40 pm
"I mean He isn't who you think he is!" Amrita hissed at the poor confused Arynek, torn somewhere between annoyance and grieving. "The real one is sick, sleeping somewhere. Please, we have to--" She paused then, her darting attention forced to move towards another, Marzena. "I know who I am." Now more than ever, but how could she tell a group of people that all of them were fake? Especially since she was trying to get them on her side! The 'Queen' raised her arms, trying to defend herself from the brief onslaught of attacks by the other Shadow Creatures, and then Merope's voice cut through the air.
"What, do you want me to ask nicely? Dear Mr. Shadowlord, your mere existance is making my friend sick and probably killing him as we speak. Could you just...I don't know, Stop Existing? At least long enough to save my friend?" The sarcasm was absolutely dripping in her voice, her body language easing to mimic it. "Please. Seriously Merope, when doesn't that have to happen?" She'd killed and been killed in dreams before; it was pretty much daily life by this point. "I'm doing what my gut tells---"
Aymet spoke, and his words cut deep. Imperfect. Lost. Confused. Insane. Weak, his words screamed to her. Everything she believed of herself, laid out for her in a few simple, angry sentences. It was almost like he knew her - the real her, and not some fake Card-Shadow - and wanted her to know it. She had never been very good at handling this kind of mental attack; she believed it to be true, no matter how she tried to ignore it. It was always the one thing that would stop her in her tracks, to make her second guess, to make her despair. This Aymet may have been an imposter, but hearing such things come from his voice...it hurt more than she could have imagined. The Death Sentence was expected, but it didn't matter; they could kill her, but it would've been his words that actually wounded her. It was a lie, right? Just cruel words from an Imposter, right? Aymet wouldn't---
And to think I trusted you.
Ow.
Suddenly, everything changed; the hurt smoothed over into confusion as he seemed to see something in them. Perhaps...the illusion was shattered? Medea's magic was wearing off? Either way, the sudden outburst was enough to clear her head, to pull her from that slippery slope that was her own self-esteem, to remind her of her purpose here, and why she was fighting.
"No. Your Shadows don't exist, and neither do you!" Amrita hissed, her insecurities fading away in the ever bubbling anger that crawled just under her skin. This wasn't right. This had to end. She had to help end it.
"GIVE AYMET BACK!" She cried out, lunging once more for her once-King.
Meegane
Melodine Cantus
Marushii
AstaraeI
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Name: Amrita, "Eldritch Advisor of the Black Kingdom" but also kind of a Traitor now. Current HP remaining: 52/60 Damage: 5 Blessing Points: 2 Target(s): Aymet Rank Ability : Overpower - *Unused!* Kingdom ability: Misfortune Telling - *Unused!* Character Kingdom: Revenge Character's Miasma Colour: Black Character description: A shadow creature with glowing yellow eyes. IDK SEE AVATAR
Sinclair had just attacked something. Or someone, if there was a human mind underneath the great shadow raptor -- he couldn't know, and for his own benefit, chose not to think of it. All he knew was that it was from the Black Kingdom, and for now, they were the enemy.
But all he could really focus on was that Zephyros was safe.
The raptor lumbered away to attack another target, but as Sinclair ran, something caught him off balance; a leg or a weapon, he wasn't sure, but he was falling forwards into the dirt. Scrambling up before anyone could take advantage of his stumble, he ran to Zephyros' side without looking back.
"Zephyros!" Sinclair gasped, for once not caring (much) about how utterly graceless his entrance was. "There you are... I knew I'd see you again..."
Over the din, he heard a familiar voice. The commander. He cut an unmistakable figure amongst the battlers, and even more noticeable were the spears he now wielded. But then, Sinclair's eyes were instantly drawn to the figure in front of him -- if it could even be called something as concrete as a 'figure'. Upon its head was the same crown the Silver King impostor wore earlier, but now it was a shapeless, oozing mass, and blackness seemed to spread from beneath it until the ground itself was torn asunder...
Sinclair had made a promise to the White King. He couldn't in good conscience leave him there.
When he turned back, there was another shadow from the Black Kingdom attacking Zephyros. Sinclair was too late to stop her attack from reaching its course, but he wouldn't let that happen again. "Come on," He tugged desperately at Zephyros' arm. "We need to go! Now!"
It was strange, though... why did he feel so tired? As he ran, his legs felt heavier...
Getsurae
Sinclair is defending Zephyros for 1 damage! he is a failure at defending clearly
Eranas
hello bby <3
Syusaki
ZEPHYROS AND SINCLAIR ARE COMING TO JOIN YOU, CAPTAIN
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Current HP remaining: 48/50 Damage/Healing/Defense Done: 1 Target(s): Zephyros Rank Ability: Chance - Unused Kingdom Ability: None Character Kingdom: Silver, working for White Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character Description: Sinclair is small and slight, with dark skin and even darker hair, clad in the rags of the Silver Kingdom. He would have looked utterly unimpressive, if it weren't for the shock gem in his hand and his expression, determined to beat the crap out of something. Blessing: 1
