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    Tor

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    Post by Tor 19th March 2021, 3:27 am

    Tor was relieved to see his stalwart squad member finally break into a smile, different from his stern countenance earlier. He grinned in return when a fist was extended in his direction to which Tor bumped with his own with great gusto. However, it was only momentary glee. They were after all still caught in a battlefield between two nations. Tor followed Nohres’ gaze and looked over the battlefield. However, instead of focusing on the Bellum mages that weren’t faring that well in battle against the Pergrande soldiers, Tor was looking instead his other squad mates strewn across the field.

    His eyes narrowed and tensed as he watched the mecha-riding twin Generals got hit by a carefully aimed shot. Lightning crackled into existence around his hands as he prepared to leap towards them but the timelier arrival of the Director, the twin’s adoptive father, was more than enough. Tor gave another gaze across the battlefield, this time in line with what Nohres had just spoken about. Since they had teamed up, they would be acting as a duo now. And from his plan, it seems like Tor was going to see much more action. His magic was much more suited to combat than protecting and Tor gladly accepted his role in the plan.

    “Not if their fewer targets are only us. If we really go all out, the Pergrande soldiers won’t even know what hit them,” Tor spoke as he stood, shoulder to shoulder with Nohres. With the plan set, Tor was half expecting him to be the one to kick it into motion but before he could burst back into action as a lightning bolt, Nohres was even faster. Flames below his feet helped him rocket into the air and with a grin befitting a flaming badass, the man left Tor with a single sentence before hurtling towards the battlefield, leaving a trail of flames and smoke in his wake.

    “Damn, he stole the limelight,” Tor said with a chuckle, before arming himself with lightning from head to toe. Lightning erupted from his back, forming jagged lightning wings that crackled intensely. Leaping up in to the air, Tor quickly reached a suitable height and gazed around until he found his targets. Two groups of Imperial Army Officers, holding their rifles up at shoulder height, were opening fire in alternate volleys. Using their group of four, they had surrounded a group of five Bellum mages that had sustained injuries from the gunfire, were trying their best to keep up a magic shield that protected them against the repeated gunfire. Each man took up a cardinal direction and alternated their fire.

    Two of them would take turns to fire, before swapping to the other two, taking the time to reload before swapping again. The green gem-like shield that protected the five mages were slowly losing its luminance, an indicator of the wielder’s weakening magic energy and the shield’s durability at the same time. Without wasting any more time, Tor flew toward their direction at once. Tor pulled out the black sword from his back, and with a sudden bloom of shadows that receded just as fast, Tor disappeared from the sky and reappeared behind one of the Army Officers, the one in the “southern” position, unhesitatingly stabbing his blade into the man’s back through his armor. It had happened so fast, that the moment the officer had shouted in pain, he was already dying. It didn’t help as Tor dragged his sword out of the wound in the most painful manner possible.

    With the sudden attack launched on one of their own, the two officers of the “west” and “east” position instantly turned away from the defending Bellum mages and opened fire on Tor without any hesitation. The one in the “north” position was left to hold the formation in place, firing now in bursts instead of going all out, just enough to keep the Bellum mages in place and preventing them from putting away the shield and attack him instead. However, there was only so many bullets in his rifle even if he tried to keep down the expenditure.

    Tor had already long fled when the two officers opened fire on him, disappearing in a flash towards the one in the eastern position. However, before he did that, he had swung his right hand once, forming a huge shuriken with sweeping blades entirely out of lightning and threw it in the direction of the officer in the “west”. Bullets would do nothing to the lightning shuriken as it sliced through the air at the officer, the first contact with one of the blades slicing through the officer’s armor and opening it up for the other blades to slash into his chest as the shuriken spun forward. Blood spurted into the air as the officer fell back to the ground, from the momentum of the shuriken and the pain, his finger still holding on to the trigger as his rifle shot ceaselessly into the air until it ran out of bullets.

    The one in the “east” position had it even worse as Tor reappeared behind him with a peal of thunder, slashing diagonally across his back with a roughly formed blade of lightning in his left hand, dropping him to the ground at the end of the slash. When the third officer collapsed to the ground, Tor turned to the only officer left and locked eyes with the man as he turned to look at Tor as well. His bullets were already spent, his rifle clicking noisily without any bullets exiting the muzzle. By then the magic shield protecting the Bellum mages was already at the lightest shade of green possible, so close to breaking and letting the ones it protected succumb to bullet fire.

    The officer, knowing he wouldn’t have a good end and resigning him to the fate, managed to pull out one last bit of courage. The man threw his away his rifle, and instead, pulled out a combat knife from the side of his left boot. The black and silver blade glinted wickedly in the sunlight and with a shout, he lunged at Tor. Tor had already fought them in close combat during the first encounter and he knew they weren’t all bluff. The man could probably deliver if he decided to try and force the fight into close quarters.

    But why would Tor want to do that?

    “You brought a knife to a magic fight?” Tor asked incredulously as he listlessly held his left hand in the air and swept it downwards. A crack of thunder heralded a bolt of lightning as it descended from above, slamming right into the remaining officer when he was finally a few feet away from Tor, stopping him still in his tracks, probably eyes wide at the injustice, before collapsing to the ground.

    “Private Nohres, I’ve got five Bellum mages here for pick up. Please respond.”

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    [Personal WC: 4124 / 4000]

    Remaining Enemies:
    Weak: 1 / 4 left
    Strong: 4 / 6 left


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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 28th March 2021, 11:07 am

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Even for a woman with as much defensive power as herself, it was highly unlikely that she would be able to withstand the amount of firepower that was about to be coming her way from the Pergrande officers that were bearing down on her location. Even if she was confident she could tank all that damage, she wouldn’t never have risked it. Getting overly confident in one’s own power was a sure way to get caught at the business end of a lethal surprise, and Serilda simply wasn’t that type of soldier. But she was a commander, and not just of the Rune Knights. Serilda had an entirely separate army at her beck and call, one that most people did not know about. While it was tempting to call the Bloodletters in to clean up the field and make quick work of the remaining stragglers, it would be a bit overkill -- and would result in far too many questions. But, that didn’t mean she couldn’t call in some assistance.

    “Zoelle.”

    A woman in white and gold armor bearing a rifle appeared before her. She radiated with a holy aura, and anyone nearby who could sense such things would know that the dark skinned woman was actually an angel. Zoelle saluted Serilda crisply, though it was not the same salute that the Knights used to acknowledge their superiors. “Commander.”

    “Do what you can to thin the enemy lines.”

    The woman nodded and took off without question, hurrying into the treeline where she could find a bit of cover. Serilda was vaguely aware of the broader details of what was happening with her people around her as various spells were cast. There was lightning, fire, even donuts… which may have caught Serilda off guard if she hadn’t already been aware of Scully’s particular brand of magic. The twins were geared up in one of their battle suits, and Serilda was so accustomed to Mythal’s magic by this point that she could practically feel it even without any kind of magic sensory. Trusting them to do their part, she focused on the soldiers that were currently rushing her.

    A vicious black wind snapped to life around her just in time to deflect a spray of bullets. Narrowing her gaze, she shot forward and got up close and personal to the combatants, subjecting them to the cutting force of the protective barrier around her. They shrank back, their armor unable to withstand the magic surrounding the marshal as the Pergrande soldiers closest to her were ripped off their feet and tossed several meters back. The rest backed up quickly, trying to keep distance between themselves and her to keep from meeting the same fate. They continued to fire round after round at her, the bullets unable to penetrate the wind to make contact with the woman at its center.

    Focusing a steady thread of magic into her defensive abilities to keep herself safe, she swapped to a ranged strategy. Another funnel of black wind formed, this one at the tip of her unholy sword. The vortex was thin and long, forming a whip that stemmed from the blade out. Aiming for the nearest soldier, she reared back and snapped the attack forward, the cracking sound ringing across the battlefield and joining the cacophony of every other blast and explosion rippling through the area. The soldier stumbled back and she used the opening to strike again and again until they went down unconscious. Having noticed that the attention on her was now split, she looked over in time to see that several of the Pergrandiens that had been focused on her were now aiming toward the treeline where Zoelle was hidden. Occasionally, a blast of high powered light would streak from the trees and snipe at an enemy near Serilda, the magic power ripping through their armor and dropping them like flies, though she could see that the angel was merely aiming to subdue and not to kill.

    Tapping into her Voidwalking, Serilda took a moment to focus on the world around her, particularly the officers nearest to her and the armor they wore. She could feel every particle of empty space between the atoms that made up their gear. Taking control of that void space, she forced it to expand. The result was several officers scrambling in shock and horror as their protective gear crumbled to dust right off their bodies, leaving them exposed. With nothing to aid their defenses, Serilda wasted no time in pressing the assault. Her whip cracked again and again in one hand even as she reached out with the Void to take hold of one soldier at a time, hurling them across the battlefield and into any hard surface nearby such as trees and boulders, swiftly knocking them out. By the time she was done, there were ten Pergrande officers on the ground around her, felled between her and Zoelle’s attacks. They appeared to be passed out cold, but Serilda wasn’t going to take any chances. Adjusting the Void space in the immediate area, she gently lowered their bodies halfway into the ground and locked them in place so that they would be stuck but not unable to breathe.

    Using the temporary reprieve to get another update on her own comrades, she saw that a few changes had indeed happened in the last couple of minutes. Nohres and Tor seemed to have paired off with one another and were busy rescuing some mages and subduing a number of Pergrande soldiers. Mythal had managed to get closer to the girls and was fighting alongside them. Unfortunately, Serilda looked over just in time to watch as the mech suit that Grappa and Jellisha were piloting veered off course momentarily before refocusing fire on the enemy. Noting how odd this was, Serilda focused her senses inside the unit only to have a chill sent down her spine at what she found: blood. One of the girls had been hurt. Her instinct was to rush toward them, but something halted her in her tracks: A small squad of four officers bearing down on Scully.

    In a split second, she made a decision that went against every notion of motherhood that screamed inside of her and darted toward the private instead. The girls appeared young, but they were more than capable of taking care of themselves. They had been promoted to generals for a reason, after all. Plus, Mythal was right there beside them and chances were he was going to have just as strong of an opinion about what had just transpired. She would have to trust the three of them to handle the situation themselves. Private Scully, however… he had been with the Knights since even before Serilda had been handed the reins to the army, but she knew that he had never been caught up in a battle like this before. He needed her help more than the girls did, as much as it tore her heart in two not to leap to their sides.

    Doing her best not to let her fury control her, she stepped through a Void portal and out the other side, planting herself squarely between the four officers that were starting to rain bullets down upon the larger man. The ground rocked beneath her feet as she tapped into the Void space between the molecules of the earth and pressed upon them, triggering a small but violent earthquake that didn’t throw them off balance as much as she would have liked but did catch them by surprise enough to distract them from firing upon her subordinate. Encasing her swords in a sheath of her black ice, she hurled them one after the other at two of the soldiers, using her magic to direct the weapons again and again until she managed to sunder their armor and run them through, the soldiers dropping to the ground. Of the remaining two, one was currently being used as a chew toy by Xiuhcoatl, who had managed to catch up to Serilda in time to tackle one of the soliders to the ground and take several bites from their limbs, while the other was dropped by another precise shot from Zoelle.

    “Status report, private,” Serilda instructed Scully as she returned the swords to her hand. Using the Void to rip the helmet off the man that Xiuh was tearing apart, she cracked the pommel of one of her swords into the man’s face. He stopped fighting and laid still, even as she waited for Private Wiggles to update her on his injuries, if any, as well as his magic reserves and anything else of import.

    WORDS: 1446/3216 | @Wiggles @"Grappa & Jellisha" @Nohres Xaclamir @Tor @Mythal Ragnos

    ENEMIES DEFEATED: Weak x1, Normal x7
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    Post by Wiggles 6th April 2021, 6:22 pm

    Despite his age, Scully had never seen war like this even during his first time as a Rune Knight all those years ago. The only thing he had the experience of dealing with was an invasion of Magnolia that over time, seemed like a frequent event in the city's history though it did not prepare him for this border clash's pace. Mere minutes before he could secure the captured soldiers, Scully had to be called back to the front for an emergency. A Bellum scout had come in the holding tent that the fat man was in, pleading for help because of an urgent matter. Apparently, one of the imperial guards have been looking for their scouts that should have reported back with intel already, endangering the lives of many Bellum mages in the process. The fat man couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for what is happening as he looked on to the two people he had captured as if putting two and two together. The guard is looking for the people Scully had captured.

    "I'll take him. Show me where he is." he boldly stated to the Bellum mage. Standing up from his stool as he answered the call to service. Waiting outside the tent was another Bellum scout that was working in tandem with the other one. In their eyes, a clear expression of worry nearly emptied out and expressionless, presumably because of how they are losing their friends to this imperial guard. They tried their best to lead Scully away from Pergrande troop paths through the mountain's edge where rock would cover their movement. They kept low for as much as they could, making a turn around a huge part of the mountain that was shooting upwards, only to come up face to face with two Pergrande officers that had their weapons ready and pointed at the three. They opened fire and Scully turned around as quickly as he could in order to shield the scouts from the hail of bullets.

    Numerous bullet wounds would litter his back, and it would have been worse had he not been in his armored uniform. The scouts, shocked at the display of selflessness, wondered why he didn't use magic to shield them. And while it is indeed a valid question in their minds, they would continue to be shocked and now impressed when Scully slowly stood up as if nothing happened, so much so that he had the time to be eating a doughnut held on his left hand as he was getting up. In truth, the doughnut was infused with healing properties. The officers tried to fire up on him again, but forgot to reload their weapons. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that they wouldn't need to and that emptying an entire magazine on the man would be more than enough.

    While they scrambled to reload their guns, Scully's mood soured. He looked at the scouts that were leading him and they in turn feared his gaze. Though they had nothing to fear from him, Scully assumed they were just generally afraid for they almost lost their lives. Scully swung his huge right arm back and thrust forward with an open palm, smashing one of the officer's head against the sharp rocks, splitting it open and letting blood stain the mountain as the body slid down. "That's for endangering my new friends." he coldly said, as he now turned to the last officer who had finished reloading his weapon only to be snatched away by Scully from his shaky hands. The officer was then fired upon in point blank range.

    With the two officers dead, Scully took a deep sigh and looked at the two scouts still shaken by the whole ordeal. "Sorry you had to see that, I really don't like my friends being put in danger." he said apologetically. And while the two scouts would argue about the validity of their friendship, Scully argued that being on the same side made them friends, proceeding to laugh as he would correct his statement that even if they were on different sides, so long as they were nice, good people, they'll be friends. He offered them a doughnut and asked if they were okay before heading off to find their imperial guard.

    A little ways off from their surprise encounter, they came across an open field in between the foot of the mountain and a forest's edge. Littered across the field were bodies of Bellum mages, and at the center stood a lone imperial guard holding the last living Bellum mage in the area by the throat, demanding information regarding the mage's hidden forward base. From the rocks, Scully leapt out and rushed the sword wielding enemy, leaving the two scouts behind. He shouted at the imperial guard and demanded that he let go of the Bellum mage the enemy had. With a scoff, the enemy obliged, throwing the mage towards the trees before drawing his sword out and whistled. Calling out two more officers near the scouts Scully was with. Outraged, Scully declared his tiredness at the enemy’s underhanded tactics. He tried to rush to their defense but was pulled back by a chain thrown by the imperial guard, sending him stumbling near the big bad while the two officers dragged out the scouts.

    Not long after, everyone was at the open field and Scully had undone his chains and rushed in front of the scouts, extending his arms a bit outwards to the side in a gesture of protection. It seems they were moving around, eyeing each other, setting up for an epic 1 on 1 with the guard. Suddenly they stopped, and attacks were ready to be made, but something surprised Scully before it could happen. Several gunshots were heard and the fat man felt a wound behind him. One of the scouts shot him, the gun still shaky in his hand. The scouts turned out to be spies. Pergrande officers in Bellum mage clothing, trying to lure out key Rune Knights out in the open and into an ambush. He looked at them with disappointed eyes. “I thought you guys were my friends.” he said, between difficult breaths. The gunshot wounds incapacitated Scully as it hit his legs and back. It was clear that the small time the three shared had an effect on the more open minded officers that are really confused why a mage is this friendly let alone needed so little magic to get by. Perhaps they were already shaken before they met. Perhaps they too were against the killing of their own just to safeguard their information. It was confusing to be sure. And before the guard and the other two officers could finish Scully off, one of the scouts opened fire on them, killing the officers and wounding the guard, enabling Scully to have time to take off a piece of sprinkle from a doughnut and turning it into a spear that he shoved through the guard’s face, killing him. “We are friends.” replied the converted officers.

    But they weren’t out of trouble yet. From the forest came another squad of officers led by another guard. The guard was clapping in a mocking manner, commenting sarcastically on the so-called childish power of friendship that somehow transcended imperial dogmatic teachings. Scully’s new friends rushed in front of him, trying to protect their new friend, in an attempt to repay the fat man for his kindness. Scully in turn was inspired by this, he was filled with such happiness to know that his actions, however small, had a profound effect on the lives of two people no matter who they were. It was a prideful moment to be sure. People giving it all they got for what is right. The fat man thought it was only right he should give his all as well. Reaching back for another piece of cream-filled doughnut, it was imbued with powerful magic by Scully’s touch.

    “DUNKIN’!” He shouted as he threw the doughnut at their enemies. The small treat was hurled quickly across the air from the force of Scully’s huge fat arm. The moment the doughnut touched the ground, it and its contents exploded in a creamy blast, covering the officers and guard in hot cream that was melting them from inside their suits. Screams of excruciating pain followed as they tried their best to get rid of the viscous substance. Scully’s friends on the other hand saw the opportunity to gun down their former comrades one by one to put them out of their misery.

    Things seemed to be peaceful for a moment until more officers came down on them, seeing and hearing the creamy explosion Scully had made. Distraught, the new allies of Bellum scrambled to find any ammunition for their guns but to no avail, it was time they had to leave, retreat. They tried their best to carry Scully off. They grunted and mustered what strength they had to carry the big fat man, only managing to move him a few inches in the three minutes they’ve been trying. The officers were getting close now, they were in range to open fire. It looked to be the end, and Scully pleaded that his friends save themselves. They were in huge trouble for sure but fortunately, a void portal opened, from it salvation sprang out. Marshall Sinclair had come to save their sorry behinds. Her presence shook their hearts and bodies, bodies that were subsequently torn to shreds by a blade of black ice and her companion.

    Marshall Sinclair’s arrival was indeed welcome but embarrassing. Was Scully in such a sorry position that he needed to be saved by someone with such power? Further cementing that he is indeed the weakest of the people the leadership brought with them.

    He tried to stand up in attention despite the injuries he had sustained, and it will take him some time to muster magic power to heal himself again. The turncoats tried to help him up as he addressed his commander who had requested a report. “We have defeated a few officers and an imperial guard who had been dealing Bellum numbers a blow in this region. I have also successfully secured two prisoners back at base. We were in such a bind earlier if you hadn’t shown up Marshall, thank you. I for sure thought I was dead.” he replied under difficult breaths, pausing only to look upon the two new friends he had made contemplating how he should report about them. They in turn looked at Scully with trusting eyes, that whatever fate Scully might have for them, they would at least know that they had done something absolutely and objectively right. “These Bellum scouts have been instrumental in finding these enemies behind our lines. They deserve some rest.” he happily added, a hint of pride in his voice for his new friends.

    WC: 1,862
    Scully: 4,690

    Enemies Defeated:
    Weak - 2 Normal - 6 Strong -2

    @Serilda Sinclair @Mythal Ragnos @Tor @Nohres Xaclamir @"Grappa & Jellisha"


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    Post by Mythal Ragnos 8th April 2021, 12:13 pm

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    The Rune Knights had somehow moved into offensive squadrons, joining back up after several of them had split off. Mythal had diverged from the mass to attack several soldiers before he’d made his way back towards his daughters, wanting to offer them aid. Their mech was impressive and formidable but bullets were still dangerous, even to machinery. He carved a swath of violence and darkness through the ranks of the Pergrande line, taking out several of their officers before he finally managed to make it to his Exceed daughters. From there he crafted a barrier of darkness to give them cover, if only for a few moments. It was timely as well; he’d only barely seen Grappa and Jellisha’s mech sustain damage as he set down on the ground and asked about their status. There was the loud sound of a gunshot and the mech rocked, as if it had been pierced. It only took him a moment to feel the strange and new sensation of running blood and, much to his horror, realized it was Grappa. The mech started to fall and Mythal raced to his two daughters as they removed themselves from their positions within. But it was Jellisha that returned hastily to the machine and whirled its devastating weapons around to utterly destroy the officer that had injured her sister.

    Pulling some darkness from the nearby trees, Mythal moved with the girls as they made a hasty retreat to the trees, creating a shield to protect them. Jellisha was hurt badly but, luckily, it was a flesh wound from what he could tell. She was in pain and the blood loss wasn’t great but so long as they removed the bullet, she would be fine. Jellisha worked on trying to remove the shrapnel, following the instructions that they had received from Seri. But it seemed that it was reacting to the spell being cast, burying itself further inside. That wasn’t good. Grappa tried to assure them both that she could still fight, so long as they patched her up. Mythal laid a comforting hand on her shoulder as well as Jellisha’s. “They’re pro’lly specialized bullets meant to cause further harm if ya try and use magic to remove ‘em. Luckily, I gotta way around that.” It was still a bit raw and new to him but with a slow expulsion of air, Mythal focused his senses on the open wound. He could feel his daughter’s heartbeat, the blood pumping through her veins and feeding her life. He found the portion that was seeping out and the alien object that was buried within. “This is gonna hurt for a second, sweetheart. Take a deep breath,” he made sure that Grappa understood his words before he localized his focus on the blood underneath the bullet. With a burst of magic power, he would use Grappa’s own blood as a projectile that would push hard against the bullet and force it out of her body in a surge of unnatural strength.

    Once it was out, he was quick to lay his hand on her injury. Magic fueled out of his palm and into her flesh, activating her body’s natural regeneration means and increasing its rate by ten fold. Within several seconds, he was able to pull his hand back and reveal that her wound was fully healed over, though not without some scarring. “See? All good now,” he assured both girls, squeezing their shoulders gently. “I dunno how well that mech’s gonna hold up after it crumbled. If ya want, you can take the time to retreat back to the Bellum lines. But if yer not willin’ to run away, then ya both gotta be workin’ with one another completely. The lines are thinnin’ out; there’s only a few more. Watch each other’s backs. I’ll buy ya some openin’ to do either one or the other.” He gave them a soft, encouraging smile. “No matter what, I’m proud of ya both.”

    He waited until they had made their decision before he stood up and turned back towards the line of Pergrande soldiers that had all but broken down his wall. He’d put on a brave, solid face for his daughters for the sake of keeping them from panicking but now, with his enemy in sight, his rage could come out in full force. Darkness rushed out from his body, as well as pulled in from every object on the battlefield making some kind of shadow. His sword’s glowing power intensified as magic funneled into its core, crackling electricity zapping around the length of the blade itself. Two officers rushed towards him, their guns firing a full hail of bullets at him. In a flash of movement that was only heralded by the sudden explosion of snow and mud, Mythal reappeared behind the officers, his arm in a new position as if he’d just take a swipe with his sword.

    Indeed he had. The two officers crumpled to the ground, their bodies falling to pieces from the wide slash that Mythal had invoked in his rage. Crimson eyes snapped up to the temporary barricade that he’d made, as more Pergrande officers came rushing through the broken gap to take up position. The Darkness King exploded into the air, a high leap empowered by his magic that threw him high into the sky. As bullets whizzed through the air around him, he reached out to the pocket dimension where he kept the massive katana he’d found in Vintermyr. It materialized in the air behind him, spinning around like a rotor. The Rune Knight Director mentally brought it forward so that it spun in front of him, whirling at such a rate that bullets impacted it and ricocheted off. It was the perfect cover as he came down upon the number of officers, realizing much too late that they had packed in way too tight.

    Down Mythal came, the katana swiping out from underneath him before he hit the ground. Snow and mud kicked up around him as he telepathically sent the katana forward, now pointing straight at several bewildered soldiers. The sharp point stabbed through the armor of one officer, two officers… finally three officers, impaling them all on the ridiculous length of steel. As they struggled with that overwhelming pain and fatal damage, Mythal’s other sword was ripping into the officer behind him, cleaving him in half from shoulder to hip. Several bullets found purchase against Mythal’s chest, burying into his body and opening bloody holes. But just as quickly as they disappeared within the crimson confines of his flesh, the shrapnel was ejected outwards and the wounds started to stitch together. The Darkness King thrust his sword through another officer and swung the weapon to the side, ripping him open from middle to hip. He controlled the katana back towards him, spinning it out from the impaled soldiers and hacking them all in half. As their bloodied bodies fell to the ground, the Darkness King swung both Hopebringer and the katana down on two other officers, ripping them to pieces.

    There was only one officer left and Mythal was already leaping at him, sword swinging down to eliminate him. But another body came rushing in from the Pergrande side, a teleporting soldier that appeared beside Mythal and swung her sword at him. Given his sword’s placement, he had no time to deflect or defend and the blade ripped into his side and sent him flying backwards, the Director bouncing on the ground and leaving bloody streaks on the snow. He slid along the cold powder for several feet before he pushed himself into a kneeling position, glancing down at his chest. She’d carved a deep gouge in his sternum but thanks to his control over blood magic, he’d managed to harden his blood vessels enough to keep her from cutting him in two. As his wounds started to slowly heal, he hissed between clenched teeth from the pain. The female soldier, dressed in superior grab than that of the officers, teleported once more to appear in front of him, her sword once more aimed to slice him apart. This time Mythal was ready, blocking the strike by catching her sword’s edge with the guard of Hopebringer. A quick glance over her shoulder showed that his katana had found its target in the officer, impaling him into the ground, but he couldn’t split his focus to pull it to his aid. This woman was strong and he had to give her his full attention.

    He pushed himself to his feet, their swords still fighting for supremacy. After a moment, they broke off and each of them swung at each other once more, beginning a dance of steel. It was quickly apparent that she was far better practiced in swordplay, her movements elegant and precise while Mythal’s were sloppy in comparison. If this were a battle with their fists, the Darkness King was sure he could overwhelm her but at this rate, she was going to keep him on the defensive. As he backpedaled, blocking and deflecting her strikes away, he tried to formulate a plan. Her armor was strong, perhaps solely composed of the anti-magic metal that Pergrande was known to use. But there were gaps, specifically where her face was. Betting on a hail mary, he haphazardly blocked one of her stabs and reached forwards. Quickly finding the connection to her blood, he pulled outwards and a rush of crimson plasma exploded out from her nose, mouth and eyes. She screamed in agony as her blood was sapped from her, disappearing into Mythal’s hand. Furiously she swiped at him, catching him with a side swipe that tore open his face from his brow to his cheek. He was forced to backpedal once more and the female soldier, her face a bloody, angry mess, charged at him with a yell.

    Mythal swung his sword at her and she moved to block it, ready to slip his guard and put him down for good. But she was horrified to find that the Darkness King’s sword seemingly phased through her own, as if it had become a mere illusion. But as it ripped into her flesh, splitting her from hip to hip, it was clear that wasn’t the case. No, Mythal had absorbed her blood and funneled it into Hopebringer, mixing it with the illusion magic he possessed and created a blade that would only be solid when it met the donor of blood. The Imperial guard’s parts toppled to the ground and Mythal fell onto his ass on the ground, half of his face bloodied and his breath coming in heavy pants. If it hadn’t been for that quick trick, there was little doubt in his mind that she would have taken him out.



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    Nohres Xaclamir
    Nohres Xaclamir

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    Something of a rhythm settled in the back of Nohres' mind as he slid behind a large rock to break the line of sight between himself and the duo of Pergrande soldiers. The Pergrande soldiers were certainly well-trained, but predictable, in their responses. Every time he dropped into their zone of conflict, the soldiers would immediately begin focusing on him and working to encircle him. Such efforts weren't especially useful against something capable of weathering their attacks, but it was a useful tactic to allow for others to slip out of the fight.

    The moment he broke the line of sight, the soldiers split up to try and secure a clear shot. One of them sprayed the boulder to keep him pinned while the other hurled a grenade, the case faintly whistling in the air as it went. That sound was his signal and Nohres burst into the air the moment it registered in his ears. The soldiers had not expected such a maneuver and were temporarily frozen as he flipped across space between the grenade and himself before a snap-kick sent it careening right back to the soldier who had thrown it. An explosion ripped the ground apart and flung the poor man against another jutting boulder.

    Now alone, the other soldier began to panic-fire his weapon, shooting the air all around Nohres as he juked the wild shots and closed in to put the man down before someone else was hurt by his antics. A punch to the gut and a hammer fist to the back of the head and the man was down like a light. Nohres slowed his breathing and hissed slightly as he felt several places on his body start to sting with the tell-tale sensation of fire ants in his wounds, signaling their regeneration.

    The lacrima-bud in his ear stole his attention away with the crack of Tor's voice. Taking only a heartbeat to lock in on the burst of lightning across the battlefield that had to have been Tor, Nohres took to the air to get there quickly. Some Pergrande soldiers not engaged in combat with Bellum mages or the Rune Knights took the chance to fire potshots at him as he soared by. Most were far too inaccurate to have been cause for concern, and the few that did find their mark were quickly healed up by his magic.

    As soon as his feet touched the ground between the five Bellm mages, Nohres was already moving through the wounded to diagnose and treat. He had his hands around the head of one woman, magically closing the wound on her head before the rest of them seemed to really register his presence. One of them seemed to take umbrage with his sudden presence and wheeled on him with a staff pointed at him. "Who are you!? What are you doing to her?!"

    Nohres did not immediately respond, content to finish up his healing work before he turned and stared flatly at the belligerent mage. One glance and a quick check of the man's magic power, and Nohres simply jerked the staff out of the man's hand and put him on his ass before skirting around to him and rapidly healing all of his injuries. "I'm just the one patching you up and getting you off the field. The Rune Knights will secure this front. You need to fall back and regroup before the Pergrande forces overwhelm you." The rest of the mages seemed to find relief in his declaration, but the would-be-upstart seemed to take offense and attempted to rise from the ground. A firm shove by Nohres kept him down and still. "Trust me. At this point, you're just going to get yourself killed. Let us handle this and you can live to fight another day."

    With a nod to Tor in gratitude, Nohres turned and made a beeline towards the forest with his group of Bellum mages in tow. They kept their heads low as he had instructed and didn't bother to fling any spells about. Nohres ensured all attention was on him as they passed, with his flames carrying him across the air in a painfully obvious display of daring. More and more, Pergrande soldiers were noticing the maneuver and turning their attentions to him.  Their bullets only stung, toughened as he was by magic and being so robbed of their momentum by his shields. But even then, with as many bullets missed, more and more were beginning to land and were stinging more and more.

    Deciding that enough attention was on himself and that they were close enough to the forest for the Bellum survivors to get themselves to safety, Nohres turned on the rather large group of Pergrande men that had formed up around him. They seemed to sense a shift in the air and as one, the Pergrande firing stopped. The two sides stared one another down for a long minute. Nohres let his eyes shift to each of the soldiers in front of him. Even behind their guarded masks, Nohres could pick out their individual markers, the small tics that showed that even under a lifetime of hardship and tyranny, they were still people.

    "Lay down your weapons." Nohres' voice boomed over them as he began to lower himself to the ground. Drawing deeper and deeper on his magic, far deeper than he ever had in simple training, Nohres was not consciously aware of the brilliant fiery glow that had erupted from his eyes, or the way his mouth shone with a terrible light as he spoke. "I will not ask again, I will not grant you this mercy again. Surrender, and your life will be spared. Resist, and I will be forced to put you down." The way his voice had begun to reverberate in the air as he spoke was unmistakable though as if he could drill the inevitability of the violence and just what the outcome of it would be into their heads.

    The silence after his ultimatum stretched on, and for a moment Nohres was privately dismayed to think that he would be forced to kill so many of the soldiers in front of him. In a final, desperate bid to add some further weight to his threat, Nohres roared into the air. A great gout of fire poured from his mouth and raged dozens of meters into the air, an unsubtle display of power and intimidation, but it was his intended effect. As he closed his mouth, the air began to shimmer and distort around him as the ambient temperature began to noticeably spike higher. Tiny motes of fire began to dance into existence around him before transforming into streams of fire that swirled around him, buoying him above the ground.

    Those streams of fire coalesced into roaring currents of fire that twisted about until he was obscured from the waist down, hovering in the air atop a swirling vortex of fire. His head had seemingly erupted into flames as well, a golden fire enshrouding his face and radiating the degree of power and might that had been brought down upon the Pergrande offensive by the Magic Council of Era and the Rune Knights. No longer were they holding back; this conflict would be brought to an end. "Choose your fate."

    Finally, one of the men dropped his rifle and slowly raised his hands in obvious surrender. The silence held only long enough for the action to be recognized by everyone in the group before one of the Pergrande soldiers seemed to snap. "Traitor!" Enraged by the sight of surrender, the man leveled his rifle on the helpless one and fired twice. A brief flash of fear swept over his features before a wave of heat cut through the air and deflected the rounds.

    Nohres snarled and gestured with a hand. A great pillar of fire streamed downwards and obscured the madman's form with those golden flames. After the roar subsided, and the ash and dirt cleared the air, nothing was left to be seen of the man except for a charred rifle and a few smoldering pieces of chest armor. "None will harm you if you surrender now. You have my word."

    It was like a dam breaking; now that one of them had done so, more and more of the gathered Pergrande soldiers began to lay down their arms. Each time as they did and raised their hands, fire spring up around their hands and slowly drew them together until they were bound in front of them in chains of fiery light. They were drawn together and slowly lead away by ethereal flames before the last one trickled away. Those that had stay defiant had hatred etched into their bodies, a deep rage against magic, and those who had taken the path of surrender. It thrashed about inside of each of the soldiers, twisting them up until they were barely even human anymore; just beings utterly consumed with rage, destined to burn themselves up in their hate.

    "So be it." Nohres swept his eyes across those left against him; more had stayed than he had hoped, less than he had feared. "May Iahael shelter your souls, and grant you peace in your final moments."  Wings of fire unfurled from his back as spears of fire snapped into existence. Each one hovered over a Pergrande soldier, the heat washing off from them in waves to single cloth and stone. He did not see who let loose that first defiant scream of hate, but soon they all had taken up the enraged howl and fired futilely at him as he hovered there.

    Nohres said nothing further as he gestured with one finger and smote the assembled force of Pergrandian soldiers before him to the last.

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    Enemies Defeated:
    1x Weak Enemy - Captured, alive.
    4x Normal Enemies - Captured, alive
    5x Normal Enemies - Killed
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    Post by Serilda Sinclair 8th April 2021, 8:07 pm

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    Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
    It calls us back to who we truly are.
    Wiggles was badly injured. He took time to heal himself after she dispatched of the Pergrande soldiers that had been attacking him, but she elected to help speed the recovery along, just to be extra sure. A film of black mist drifted into existence around him and a cool, soothing sensation would wash over his body as her magic aided his own, boosting it and giving it an extra push of strength to ensure that he was able to at least move around without impediment. He reported that they had defeated a number of officers from Pergrande and also secured a couple prisoners, which would certainly prove to be beneficial. He thanked her for her timely intervention, stating his belief that he thought himself a goner. “We all have to have one another’s backs. No one can fight an army alone, not even me,” Serilda reassured him.

    She turned then to survey the others that were with him. Most of them she did not recognize aside from the attire they wore, which was clearly from Bellum, though a couple of them seemed… off? She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something about the way they stood apart from the others and kept glancing at Scully as if to ask for help while looking at her with apprehension told a story that she couldn’t quite guess at the moment. Still, Scully spoke up and claimed them as Bellum soldiers like the others, stating that they had discovered Pergrande soldiers passing themselves off as Bellum ones, and had done their part in teaching those interlopers the error of their ways. After a brief stare at them, Serilda gave a simple nod in acceptance. “Excellent work, all of you.” Whatever the story was there, now was not the time to get the details. While the battle was winding down, it wasn’t quite over just yet. “Private Wiggles, escort these men back to regroup with the others. Organize treatment for the wounded and assign a task force to process the prisoners.”

    Once Serilda was sure they would be fine on their own, she once more waded out into the battlefield to take stock of everything. Mythal seemed to have done enough to heal Grappa, who appeared to be the one that had gotten injured. The Voidwaler wanted nothing more than to rush to their side and see what had happened and how they were faring, but she forced herself to turn away and focus on the battle at hand, trusting her fiance to have things in hand. Most of the Pergrande forces seemed to be caving beneath the combined might of Bellum and the Rune Knights, but not all of them were. In fact, there were two Pergrandian soldiers that seemed to be causing quite a bit of issue, easily overpowering the mages that were attempting to fight them, wielding weapons psychokinetically and engaging in hand to hand combat. Unlike many of their peers, they seemed unfazed by their opposing force, undaunted and unstoppable. That was not surprising. It only took her a moment of study to recognize the armor: Paladins.

    Steeling herself for a hefty battle, she elected to meet the Paladins in kind, hurling her swords across the battlefield once more, one toward each of the two soldiers. They reacted quickly, using their psychic abilities to whirl their own blades around to meet hers, the two pairs of swords locked at an impasse with one another in the air while everyone else gathered looked on. “Move,” she instructed her allies, her tone kind but unbending as she instructed them to get out of the way. There was very little hesitance as they did just that, knowing that the ensuing battle was not something they were going to want to get mixed up in, particularly after the beatings they had been receiving a moment ago.

    The paladins stared her down as all three of them pulled back their swords temporarily. “Surrender and you will be treated fairly as prisoners of war under the custody of the Rune Knights. I will only ask once.”

    Both of her opponents regarded her with unamused sobriety, taking up battle stances. “You do not scare us ’Goddess’ Sinclair,”[/color] one of the men informed her calmly, revealing that they had done more than enough research to recognize her -- and probably Mythal, too. “You are a fool to challenge us both. Just one of us is more than a match for any mage… and we would never admit defeat to evil like yours.”

    Serilda sighed softly. No one ever surrendered, and this would be no different. Furthermore, she really couldn’t blame them for it, nor be offended by the lack of respect nor the name calling. As far as Pergrande was concerned, she was evil… she was an extremely powerful mage and her titles as a goddess and the leader of the Rune Knights made her a high priority threat in their eyes. She couldn’t even blame them for feeling that way. After all, there were plenty of dark mages in the world that did a great deal to give merit to Pergrande’s prejudices. It was simply their culture, and there was nothing wrong with hating mages.

    But there was something wrong with trying to start a war simply because they existed. Serilda dug into her magic to boost up her defensive abilities, knowing that these highly trained soldiers were going to come at her hard, fast, and up close and personal. Everything she understood about Paladins lended to the knowledge that her offensive magic wouldn’t do much to them… but at the very least, she could try to use her defensive spells to keep herself -- and her unborn children -- alive. They shot toward her and Serilda stepped through one Void space and out through another to dodge the attacks, bringing her swords around telekinetically to block the strikes that their own swords were driving toward her.

    As the swords danced through the air as if hosting their own battle, Serilda continued to engage in quick come and go strikes between herself and the two male soldiers. Their armor was intense, and it felt like she was barely doing them any damage at all, but on the plus side, they were doing equally as little damage to her. This was not going to be a battle of strength, but rather one of wits and patience. She needed to conserve her strength and bide her time for the right opening to strike a critical blow. Tapping into the Void, she realigned the molecules of her hands to increase their density so she could strike harder with her fists, targeting weak spots in their armor in an attempt to wear it down and create some openings. The three were never squared off for more than a split second at a time, each of them seeming to zip in and out of reality as they teleported around the battlefield in a game of cat and mouse. Or rather, the paladins moved so quickly they might as well have been teleporting. They certainly weren’t having difficulty keeping up with her portals.

    They exchanged quick blows as they came together before retreating again, only to slam back into the fray split seconds later once more. The Paladins did their best to gang up on her and keep her flanked, but thanks to her Void sense she was able to detect their locations and movements at any given time, which helped tremendously in keeping her alive. Eventually, one of them managed to disengage their sword from one of hers, the weapon streaking through the air to attack her. Praying the timing was right, she waited until the last second before using her Void magic to simple drop into the ground. The man in front of her barely had enough time to open his eyes wider in shock before his partner’s blade punctured him straight through.

    “No!!” the remaining paladin shrieked as his comrade dropped to his knees and then slumped to the ground. He came at Serilda when she came back out of the ground with renewed vigor and she met him in kind, despite the aches and bruises and cuts along her body where the pair had managed to slip a few hand to hand strikes past her defenses. He had reclaimed his sword and also taken control of his fallen partner’s the duo now engaged not just in martial combat, but also duel telekinetic combat with their swords. It was something the Pergrandian was clearly much more experienced with. Serilda could remotely fight with her weapons with ease, but she didn’t have the hand to hand combat experience that Mythal did and it was starting to show. She needed to come up with something, and fast. She couldn’t use her magic directly against him, and she couldn’t do anything but keep his swords at bay with her own…

    ...but she could use her magic on her surroundings.

    Utilizing her slayer powers, Serilda bought herself a critical moment with a furious roar, black wind exploding violently from her person. It didn’t do much to harm the Pergrande paladin, but it did serve to push him back a few feet to give herself a little bit of distance. Then, she reached deep into the earth with the Void and shifted the molecules of the ground. The dirt and snow pitched violently at their feet, shaking the entire area for miles as a ravine carved its way into the dirt and split open. The paladin’s control over his swords faltered for the briefest of moments as he focused all his attention into his psychic abilities to try and boost his speed enough to outrace the width of the crack, and Serilda used that time to disengage her swords from him and send them hurling toward the man to get in his way and prevent him from doing just that. Thrown off his trajectory, he could only scream in defiance as he plummeted hundreds of meters toward his death.

    But not without one final push to try and take her down with him. Her senses screamed at the last second as she felt his blades shrieking toward her where she hovered in the air, the man still able to control them even as he fell. Out of pure instinct, she triggered the ability of the pig shaped ring on her finger, a pink bubble of protection popping up around her and completely blocking the first sword, which careened into the barrier without effect and dropped to the ground. However, her ace in the hole item could only pull that trick against one attack, and it disappeared before it could do anything to stop the second sword. Rippling hot pain shot through her body as it pierced through her right shoulder, protruding through the other side. Serilda cut off her own scream, fighting back the agony and focusing on the matter at hand. WIth intense focus, she reverted the molecules of the earth, snapping the land back together and swallowing the paladin whole.

    Then, she carefully drifted back down to the ground, using her control over blood to keep the crimson plasma inside of her body as she carefully used the void to remove the weapon from her torso, counting her blessings that hadn’t hit her stomach or her heart.

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    ENEMIES DEFEATED: Weak x1, Normal x7, Boss x2
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    Tor
    Tor

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    Post by Tor 8th April 2021, 9:00 pm

    Nohres appeared as majestically as always, blazing through the air like a meteor to pick up the injured Bellum mages he had just saved. This was something that Tor wouldn’t be able to participate in. He did have healing spells, but it was only usable on himself. It was a part of his magic that he was planning to work on for sure, the realization of the fact hitting him hard as he watched Nohres work his healing magic on the injured mages. There was some hostility from some of them, understandable since they had just walked out of a precarious situation.

    Everywhere he saw, the clashes between the forces were currently in the favor of the Rune Knights. Impressive but ridiculous, considering that this wasn’t even Fiore’s war. However, Tor’s eyes narrowed when his vision landed on a gentle slope that lead down into the patch of flat ground that they were fighting in. Trees were tightly hugged as the bottom of the slope, creating lots of shadows but those shadows shouldn’t be moving.

    “Damn, reinforcements…” The Rune Knight mumbled to himself before giving his squad a look around. Everyone was occupied.

    “To hell with it,” Tor grumbled through gritted teeth as he pulled out his sword from his back. He had been busting out spells the whole time. Which would have been cool if he had the ability to take them out with a single spell, but he was regrettably not that powerful yet. And with his magic energy slightly lower than how he would have liked it, Tor had to make sure everything counted.

    His figure disappeared, faded away as though ashes blown away by the wind, and when he reappeared behind the tree line at the bottom of the slope, the first thing that appeared was his swinging sword, slashing across the back of an Imperial Officer, the steel slicing through the amor and into flesh, leaving a trail of blood. Tor cursed inwardly despite the successful sneak attack. He had been aiming for the neck instead of the back, wanting an instant kill. However, curses would do nothing to alleviate the situation and without saying much, Tor flipped the blade at the end of the slash as his feet touched the ground and slashed upwards diagonally at the officer’s shoulder leading to his neck.

    The hairs on the back of Tor’s neck stood up when he got a sense of where he had so recklessly teleported to. As the sliced up soldier dropped to the ground, Tor found himself encircled by ten soldiers, each holding up their rifles and pointed in his direction. Tor smiled wryly with sword in hand as he looked down the barrels of the rifles all around him. It reminded him of a particular scene in an action movie but he was definitely not as insanely powerful like that male lead. However, Tor had the perfect spell for situations like this.

    Without any indication at all, Tor disappeared in a flash of lightning, knowing that the soldiers would never shoot. They were standing around him in a ring, for god’s sake. The chances of them shooting themselves down as well as Tor was equally the same unless all of them were crackshots but Tor doubted that, giving him the courage to risk it all. Tor reappeared in sight above the group of Pergrande soldiers, lightning wings behind his back keeping him afloat. His new position gave them the leeway to start opening fire. But with the increased speed boost, Tor was out of the way by the time the bullets flew at him, zigzagging across the sky as they tried their best to shoot him down.

    When he finally baited them into wantonly wasting their bullets, Tor dove at them, like a bolt of lightning. The lighting around his arms were constantly growing in intensity and the moment Tor landed among them, he swept his arms wide open, unleashing a massive ring of lightning around himself. None of the soldiers managed to escape the wave of lightning that washed over them. The damage from this spell wasn’t too powerful but what Tor truly coveted about this spell was its stunning effect.

    With all of them rooted to the spot as electricity crackled around their bodies, Tor leapt out of the group of soldiers and once more unleashed every bit of lightning he could muster, focusing them to his hands. Two streams of lightning erupted forth from his hands, twisting around each other as they formed into a huge lightning dragon before it crashed explosively into the group of stunned soldiers. The ensuing explosion of lightning made quick work out of the soldiers, their body armor charred as they collapsed to the ground without any more movements from them.

    If any more enemies came to reinforce this particular battlefield, the Rune Knights would have to count Tor out. While he hated to admit it, Tor was completely spent. The last of his magic energy was currently being used to heal his injuries. He looked down at his body and could only let out a crooked smirk. During his crazy flight to throw the soldiers off guard, his speed wasn’t sufficient enough while he didn’t have the additional magic energy to keep up a shield. It resulted in the six bullets he took, the pain almost causing him to drop out of the air and just black out.

    When the last of the bullets was pushed out of his body and the wound mended itself, leaving nothing but blood stains to tell of his injuries, Tor let out a deep breath before walking out of the treeline, stepping through the charred soldiers. As soon as he walked out from the tree line, Tor dropped onto his butt, leaning back against a tree. His sword was still gripped tightly in his right hand, but placed on the ground as he waited, either to recover and resume fighting or just for the battle to end.

    [1000 words]
    [WC: 5124 / 4000]

    Remaining Enemies:
    Weak: 0 / 4 left
    Strong: 0 / 6 left


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