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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2018 1:13 pm
 ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛᴇ Drip. The red tickled down the old stone walls of the cathedral. Some of it had began to congeal and clot. It was like a thick gel. It had spilled out from the mutilated bodies of several members of the clergy had been strewn. It was silence, save for their vain gargling for air as they choked on their own blood. They had been in this position for quite sometime. At the center of the cathedral, before an altar of worship, stood Brother Blood. ❝Now you see the price to pay for your heresy.❞ Their bodies were twitching and convulsing as the life began to slip away from them. ❝--But fear not, apostates, for in your demise shall you find salvation. The Great Lord of the Red will rise tonight.❞ He raised his gloved right hand, and twisted it in a jerking motion. Crimson lights flickered from his wrist and formed spell circles and pentagrams around it. As the blood from the wall was pulled towards the cultist, a red portal began to form atop the altar. ❝At long last.❞
Within the portal, stood a large stone tower in a world of abstract. Blood entered through the crimson portal, and stood atop a platform of his own making within this dimension. Four eyes flashed within his mind, and no sooner he was forced onto his knees. The power that coursed through him was overwhelming, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. It took him a minute to regain composure, for it was now his. He had been chosen.
A growing redness now grew over the atmosphere, and was closing in on the Tower of Fate. Blood stood with his arms held tightly behind his back, hidden under his cape as he continued to stride towards the Tower of Fate. It held no resistance to him, as it opened. It did not do so out of respect, but more so out of fear. The crimson that crawled over the atmosphere was now following behind blood, as if it was corrupting all that it touched. Blood had successfully set into motion unleashing the greatest evil ever known. He raised both of his arms, and several walls of the tower began to shake. ❝Come forth, Lord of Order. Brother Blood commands it.❞ They continued to rumble and collapse as a dark spell was reaching out to grab the aforementioned foe of Blood.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2018 2:11 pm
The tower itself was it's own realm of madness that lent to deception unlike any other. Despite it's obvious great size from the outside, it's interior seemed to stretch on endlessly skywards. Within these walls there could be no true sense of direction nor concept as it were. Up was down and down was up, stairs led from one section to another or to another set of stairs or went side ways and even upside down. To a normal humans eyes it would have been difficult to keep focus and try to coordinate their path through such insanity. And this of course only seemed to stretch skywards for miles upon miles. And even the width seemed to go on endlessly. Book shelves and chairs hung upside down or from the walls themselves, statues walked on their own across the endless steps, artifacts and relics hung in the air or from the floor or perhaps that was the roof? Books, blades, stone and other miscellaneous items fell from their cases or shelves only to float in mid air, stopped by whatever force held this place together. The infinite lengths of the tower illuminated by a golden and azure light that shone from what could presumably be called the ceiling. Now though as the tower shook with violence, the light had started to take on a darker crimson hue, that had begun to infect the very fabric of the tower. "You dare to make a demand of a Lord of Order?" A voice boomed from every direction of the tower, the resounding echo taking several seconds to fade from thought. It was rife with thousands of years of age, wisdom and now anger. Anger that its inner sanctum had been intruded upon by such filth that thought itself worthy of it's attentions. Anger that this disease had sought to spread it's corrupting touch here of all places, in this sacred place of knowledge and enlightenment. Multi-Colored flames of emeralds, blues, and gold came to life across the length of the tower, heralding the arrival of the lord of this tower himself, Doctor Fate. Known as Nabu to his fellow Lords of Order, said to be the greatest of his circle. He descended from above, traces of magic trailing behind him as he did so. To those who were gifted with the blessed touch of arcane, he appeared as though a literal well of it. The power surged through him in what appeared to be waves, strands of magic literally trailing from the walls of the Tower Fate itself into the grand sorcerer. Here he was at the heights of his power. And it was here that Brother Blood had what appeared to be so foolishly demand his presence, in what would presumably be some sort of challenge. He was familiar with the man before him, debased as he was. Brother Blood's name had been spoken off in various the various gatherings of the Lords of Order. Always he was trying to attain some higher form of power, always he was said to be a practitioner of the darker arts of magic, and always was it said that he dared to cavort with beings of a far more sinister nature. The demonic.
"i know you, Brother Blood, corrupter, feaster of the weak, servant of the Red " He spat the words with apparent disgust. Annoyance rolled off of the sorcerer in abundance, his eyes burning brightly from behind his golden helm. "Choose the next words you speak wisely, Witch. For Fate has little time to spare upon the foolhardy"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2018 2:52 pm
ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛᴇ Doctor Fate descended at the call of Brother Blood, flustered by this intrusion. His golden helmet glinted as the multi-hued light trailed behind him. The cultists eyes stayed fixed on the helmeted figure as it spat bitterly at Blood. Fates magic was legendary, and as such, only a sorcerer of his caliber would suffice. ❝Ah, Fate. As always, you never fail to amuse.❞ A dull but crisp laugh pressed through the lips of Blood. ❝I'll make these next few words that you have granted me count.❞ He stood stiff, as a striking grin curved over his face. It was as if Blood was attempting to play on Fate's anticipation, for in these short few seconds he took to pause, Fate would surely be on edge for the dark sorcerers next move. He raised his arm and held it firmly in front of himself. He flicked his hand left, then right, with two small red arcane bolts shooting towards Fate. A grim laugh escaped from the cage that was the beast of mans throat. Was he toying with Fate? That much was certain, for no sooner as he gave the sorcerer ample opportunity to protect himself from these weak arcane bolts, Blood raised both of his hands. What came after was power that the cult leader had never been able to summon before. A beam of magical energy that was roughly the height of both men was unleashed from his hands. A perverse and foul magic that was meant only to destroy. Such it was in raw power, Blood's cape was torn off from his shoulders. The sheer force of the beam was more than enough to tear through the tower. The bridge they stood upon was beginning to crack from the energy that was being thrown just inches above it. He stood his ground with a blood curdling cackle. ❝Call upon your trinkets, Fate! You are doomed!❞
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2018 8:05 am
Fate raised his hand forward, pointing directly towards the blood cultist before him.His middle and ring fingers curled inwards, the rest of them claw inwards eliciting a golden flash of light from the ankh necklace that he wore around his neck. In an brilliant flare of auric light, a great ankh shaped shield formed before the lord of order, smaller arcane bolts deflecting off to the sides and crashing into the shelves and stair ways that surrounded both of them. Such paltry magic was not enough to faze him, but he knew that Blood was aware of that. For the witch to enter this tower only spoke of a possible increase of his powers. For why else would he only now seek confrontation with him?
Expecting the ruse, Fate opened his hand now, fingers straightened before speaking but a single word of power " Shatat!" Almost instantly the Ankh shield crumbled to pieces and the beam of energy that now surged towards him exploded violently, just before making contact. Such was the force of the resulting explosion that the bridge that they now stood upon had shattered from the force of it, the pressure wave sending mystical fire, concrete and dust everywhere. Fate's cape billowed behind him, blown back by the force of it.
As the dust settled Fate could be seen floating above the spot where solid floor had stood beneath moments before. And as the dust settled around them, Blood would find that all of the shards of concrete and debris were simply floating in the air, frozen in place. Each piece bathed in azure energies that could have come from no one other than Fate himself. "Greater men then you have made attempts on my life Blood. Your pride blinds you from reality of who you are truly facing. "It was a warning, as simple as that. It would take more than such basic spells to defeat him.
"Sahaq!" Fate commanded , speaking another great word of power , swiping his hand downwards as he did so. The debris that had floated started to shake at first before suddenly speeding towards Blood from every direction at once, intending to perforate and crush his body.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2018 9:07 am
ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛᴇ The irony of Fate's warning, for he truly had no idea what Blood had now become. As the Lord of Order went to bombard Blood with debris on the word of power; the cultist preempted the strike and raised his right arm. A crimson shield that pulsated like a beating heart soon erupted around him, and the debris that was about to strike Blood turned to dust as it entered the shield. A grim laugh curdled it's way through his lungs, such was its depravity, ❝Your ego has blinded you, Fate! You cannot stop what is to come!❞ Sebastian took a few steps backwards and lunged off the remnants of the bridge. He free-fell through the tower with a witchly cackle. He twisted his body around so he was looking up towards Fate as he was falling. With a great force, he yanked his own arms back as red bands of magic emanated around his wrists. Blood's primary weapons was using the blood of others to further enhance his own magical prowess, and inducing fear. Befitting of a cult leader. The spell he now cast was a growing sweeping darkness that would now descend through the tower, beginning from the very top. Fate had the options to stand his ground and endure whatever terrors would come should the waves of darkness engulf him, or he could jump and chase Blood. Either way, the zealous dark sorcerer was manipulating the battle to his own advantage, planning to unveil the true horrors of the power he had accumulated under his master.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 8:48 pm
Fate pushed his hands out to the side, a ring of blazing blue fire forming around him. The mystical flames lashed away at the darkness, holding it at bay. For only a brief moment that was. Behind his helmet, Fate's eyes widened as tendrils of black started to cross the flaming border, snaking towards him. That should not have been possible. Blood was formidable but even he should not have been to break a barrier of that strength. There was a few answers to this, but he did not like any of them. With little time left and the darkness now engulfing the fires themselves, Fate leaned forward into a sharp descent towards the witch. He shot through the air like a spear, the darkness trailing after him like some predator of the old night. He angled himself in such a way as to increase his speed. As for both of their descents, it seemed to go on for an age as the tower itself warped itself to Fate's will. It stretched itself forever onward, their duel evolving into an aerial confrontation.
"shafarat amon ra!" Fate shouted aloud, twisting his hands to point directly towards the witch. Light formed around him in several orbs that soon solidified, becoming bladed tips of energy that shot towards Blood with lethal intent.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2018 12:16 pm
ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ғᴀᴛᴇ ❝You were unwise to lower your defenses, Doctor.❞ Blood said under a monotonous cackle, as he held his hands tightly clasped to his chest. He pulled the bladed tips of energy that were darting towards him into a dark spell, consuming them and powering up his own spell. What he would come to unleash was so utterly devastating, such a horror that it could only be conjured with the assistance of someone as equally terrible. It was in this moment that a great shadow grew behind Blood, that of a wicked demon. The bane of the cosmos. Trigon. It was as if the zealot was choking on the power before he unleashed it - but in a matter of seconds, a large destructive beam shot upwards. It smashed through the Tower of Fate, laying waste to the ceiling above. The darkness that had gathered outside now festered and crawled inside, grabbing a hold of Fate. He, and soon the world, was now Blood's.
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