RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
03-08-2015, 10:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-08-2015, 11:58 PM by chimericWilder.)
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(02-19-2015, 12:43 AM)Psych Wrote: »Renzo wipes his brow with a cloth, his mustache ruffled. He takes a deep breath before raising a hand into the sky. Renzo's fists glow, forming large clay gauntlets onto his hands. As he smashes one of the gauntlets into the groun, a strange prismatic barrier forms, expanding outward and outward, eclipsing the courtyard. The barrier glows with all sorts of colors and shades, and looks like a giant bubble. "Art is subjective. Such a shame that yours is not up to snuff."
Renzo activates Artistic License.
A creative power fills the courtyard, emboldening yourself and your new allies with a profound sense of skill; artistry can be found in anything, from the sculpting of a vase to the well-trained grapple of a wrestler or the weaving of a complex spell. Deeply, you feel the need to express yourself.
(02-23-2015, 07:11 AM)MasterBlade Wrote: »((Can someone rescue the Damsel in Distress in my stead?))
The ground drops from beneath you and you plummet from the skies alongside the broken walls of the tower, your world a chaotic turbulence of motion- atleast one rock of significant size crashes into you at one point, bludgeoning you for 330 damage. After that, you spend a few hectic moments trying to get out from underneath the crushing weight of the stones tumbling above you by pushing off from nearby chunks... Which shortly proves to have been a good idea as Myra's spell takes hold, slowing your descent significantly and leaving the debris to crash to the ground below you. Dimly, you think you see the kings body fall somewhere amidst the wreckage, but then it is gone from sight.
Meanwhile, Myra's spell does not seem to have been enough by its own, for you certainly are not gliding towards the ground as a feather might. You dont have long to consider this as the ground is rapidly approaching...
Fortunately, it is then that your ring activates, leaving you to nimbly float to a vantage point formed by the debris, just a few meters before you would have otherwise crashed into the ground. You can see all of your allies from here, save for Mael.
(02-23-2015, 08:05 AM)Frolic Wrote: »Myra will rescue said Damsel in Distress by casting a Slowfall Spell on them because I was sort of planning on that anyway!
You slow Thunderpaw's fall, though your spell was much too weak and hurried for your own taste! (Roll 3+5)
(03-02-2015, 04:42 AM)SupahKiven Wrote: »Savannah, tired of this unrelenting storm, whips up her own blizzard in an attempt to cancel it out, at least locally.
Though you have little expertise with wind magic, you create a blizzard around yourself, wind and sleet blowing counter to the hurricane, shielding you for up to 284 wind damage (roll 5+8).
(03-03-2015, 04:27 AM)ICantGiveCredit Wrote: »Legends foretell of a great tapestry made in celebration of a pact. An alliance formed between a gentleman of high esteem and a warrior of blazing passion in his heart. They ceased fighting within metal confines, setting aside their differences in information.
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After the enclosure was dismissed with a mere snap of the fingers, Watson had taken the time to weave and sow a flowing piece of silk-work. With the profuse power of Renzo's Artistic License flooding the area, anyone with even but an ounce of panache can manufacture marvelous beauties in seconds! In the course of the stitchwork, the crystal in his breastpocket flashes red, allowing him to get even more done as Watson's hands move in a blur of innovation.
"Quickly, Savannah! Weave your magicks into this masterpiece like an artist of the arcane! Let every strand of it fly into the skies, let its beauty loose unto the world on command! Instill within it feeling" so that I may control it while not having to interact with it "magically"
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You retrieve your super secret stash of silk thread (which is obviously a thing because apparently linen wasnt good enough) from your hammerspace and set to work weaving the strands together by hand as you dismiss your cage. Upon doing so, Sa'ron's tattoos light up and the fiery wyrm emerges once again, much to his obvious joy. "I'zith!" He says. "I will not lose you again."
For the wyrm's part, it swirls around Sa'ron for a moment as if in greeting, then seemingly sets about cauterizing his wounds with a burning display of fire. Merely from proximity to Sa'ron, it seems Savannah also gets an accidental treatment, healing her for 75 health. After a pause, Sa'ron says "I... am sorry. They are coming back... Why are we here?"
Meanwhile you are busy working on your carpet. Weaving it by hand is very inefficient, although you happened to have a needle which is a tremendous help. Considering the rather ridiculous time you are giving yourself to the product, you make amazing time, creating a piece of cloth somewhere between a handkerchief and a hand towel in size, even creating something of a pattern that might eventually grow into the scene you had in mind by using ashes from the burned down hedges around you to create a variety in brightness. Still, its a far shot from a carpet you could actually stand on. (roll 17+4, 6+4)
(03-08-2015, 11:39 AM)BlazerC Wrote: »(I feel like I should also mention that you guys should check out the 'Arts' spoiler on the front page sometime. It has been getting secret art updates for sometime.)[/spoiler]
Bohw had a conflict of choices and emotion in her head now that her goal of killing the king was done. Thunderpaw was falling to his death, she probably should save him. She could also destroy some more of the guards and other nuisance, it was just as good as option as the other. Even if she only hesitated for a moment, she agonized over the choice for what felt like hours, until finally deciding on a rather simple solution: Both.
She snapped her fingers and throwing up her hand to conjure a condensed ball of dark magic. In the same motion, Bohw also quickly started to fly down, after the dead weight Thunderpaw as quick as she could manage. She threw the spell towards some guards that were attacking some man or something, a face she didn't recognize but probably someone she didn't want to kill and then with her other hand, stretched it out to snatch the Bunni out of the air.
Mayor shugged off the blow, his now cracked and damaged crystal shell taking the damage where his shield could not. It was irritating, even with the king gone... shouldn't the summoned ones go with the rest of him? He felt there was still some foul play a foot and he couldn't help but feel there was more, perhaps they were not summoned by him or perhaps Mayor didn't understand anything else and was just assuming, but he had to make a clear choice to make. He would not fight Enzu, Mayor refused to harm a brother summon even if it was some fake clone like he thought, but his opponent deserved a proper end. Turning to face Rashagor, a voice from far off seemed to echo, talking for Mayor.
I am sorry.
Perhaps in another time, another life, or even another realm, Rashagor was a respectable warrior who would of been Mayor's companion in a time of need. But sadly, they had met as enemies on the battlefield and he knew what must be done. The light started to swell in Mayor's face as he lurched forwards, before exploding into a condensed beam of light that cut through the hedges with a destructive force.
You briefly entertain the notion of dispelling Thunderpaw's magical slowfall safeties and watching him plummet to his death, but then get other ideas. However, your levitation is by no means fast or precise enough for you to quickly reach Thunderpaw! But sadly, he seems to be able to safely reach the ground on his own.
While you remain in the air, you notice that the hedges seem to be wilting, outermost ones first. They must have been powered by the ley magic the king had been wielding, and are now fading. More interestingly you spot a group of guardsmen retreating towards the gate's as fast as they can, though you see no sign of anyone they may have been fighting, the wounds a few of them carry tell a clearer story. You dont really care, though - You send your orb of destruction after them and watch with satisfaction as your orb strikes the fleeing group, sending them scattering like so many bowling pins. Some of them get up and continue the retreat. A few never rise again, left broken among the rubble of the tower and the dying garden. (roll 11+9)
You descend to the ground as the madness leaves you.
Meanwhile, Mayor bristles with crystal power even as he is buried beneath the rocks. Remembering where Rashagor was standing before, he wrestles himself into a standing position then lets loose a blinding beam of power, an echo of what that same crystal once had wrought, cutting through rock and stone, striking Rashagor and shearing through the rocky armor that had so far comprised his body, though now his true form is revealed, a grayish long-limbed humanoid creature perhaps a little shorter than a human, covered with chitinous armor-like plates, a batlike snout as a nose and long, thin ears closely following the skull. Seared by the laser blast, Rashagor falls limply to the ground, laying there wheezing before croaking out, "Mind... Clear... Surrender."
Then Enzu approaches Mayor anew, idly knocked aside a large pillar of rock with a wave of his hand. Though he seemed calm enough not long ago, there is now a hunger in his eyes. "Give it to me." he demands. When Mayor does not immediately comply, Enzu snarls and reaches for him, hand glowing with luminous energy as he starts ripping into Mayor's armor, starpower practically flaying the golem, causing a total of 730 damage!
"Give it to me!" he repeats, voice angry but with a hint of pleading.
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The tempest winds howl with fury, echoed by lightning overhead. Suddenly, Myra once again finds herself unexpectedly staggered as she falls from the sky despite her best efforts to remain aloft, instead striking the ground hard for 805 damage!
Atlast, the raging tempest seems to die off as Nehron once again become corporeal. Seemingly disoriented, he falls to the ground in a daze.
Across the courtyard, Miquel reappears, hovering above the remnants of the tower that fell there, seemingly perfectly hale and hearty. Belarion seems to have been waiting for this however, for he opens his great maw, breathing a sea of cinders which washes over Miquel squarely, consuming him in flames and dealing 1700 damage! He is practically roasted, his jetpack emitting a sputtering noise as it fails, leaving him to fall to the ground. Then, Miquel is enveloped in a radiant barricade which the flames wash over, doing no further harm. As he hits the ground, he drops to his knees, charred trenchcoat stretching out behind him. "I... surrender." He says, coughing.
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