Raindrop Valkyrie

The Ivory Tower "So, we fight at a range now that we know we are outmatched in hand to hand?" Snow said as the fire ball traveled towards her. She didn't dodge however. In fact, she did the opposite of what most would do. She walked towards the fireball. "You think the Fire can cover you approach? Your smarter than you look, but that won't work against me." she stopped the fire ball about to collide, when the room began to slightly vibrate. It emanated from her armour as a soft tone could be heard coming from her throat. Her voice turned into something very different than just a voice. It became the thunder itself. She then shouted with a loud crack of Thunder. "Donnerstimme!" The crack was real thunder as if it had come from the aftershock of a bolt of lightning. A great shockwave came from her helm as it vibrated the air. It sent the flame flying towards Matthew the man she saw enter. He might have thought she hadn't witnessed it. However there was only one entrance to this room and Snow had been looking at it this entire time. One would have to be able to turn fully invisible for her to not notice. This was her battlefield and she was the Queen of Blades and Winter upon it. She dictated what happened on it. No man could think to enter her arena and sit calmly inside her field of war. She aimied it right at the center of his chest. It was the biggest surface area and it was hard to go from a sitting postion to dodging. That's what one deserved for thinking he could enter her domain and sit calmly as if he was no part of it. The shockwave traveled quickly for Zagi, giving him very few options. Most were to drop his attack and retreat out of the way. The Blast wouldn't kill him, but it would send him flying into the back wall. That might break a few bones due to the sheer force. And it was evident the attack was powerful as it sent his fireball on a new course headed straight for the man who had just entered. "Don't think I didn't see you. I am aware of everything on my battlefield. I am it's queen. No man gets to sit on his worthless arse while I am around." she said clearly addressing Matthew. The Crimson Keep. Neville was greeted with a room that looked rather similar to those within the Halls of Sorrow. The biggest difference was that everything in this room was monotone Crimson. Literally everything. It was a very strange sight as everything blended into everything else. Everything was a solid Crimson and it gave way to no other colours. The only exception was a large Stained Glass window that stood up above him in an alcove. It depicted a scene of a Knight chaining a giant Black Dragon into a giant coffin. The Beast had the features of a demon as well. It clearly depicted the events of something that happened long ago, but how long Neville or really anyone seeing the window would know. Beneath this eye-catching Window and up the small flight of stairs was a large dais that over looked a balcony. The drop was at least a sheer 50 foot drop down into nothing but a Crimson coloured abyss. It's purpose... unknown. But at it's head directly underneath the Stained glass window stood a lone table. And at this table, a Lone Figure. He was clad in armour that was the exact colour of his surroundings. It looked as if his armour were he skin of a chameleon that had began to blend into it's surroundings. He almost seemed ethereal... as if he wasn't from this world. Something felt odd just looking upon him. But, it was jsut an effect of the colourings of the room and his armour. He seemed to be fiddling with something. On the Table in front of him sat a chess board. He was so engrossed in whatever his task was, that he didn't even notice Neville enter.

Once again... oops. You can just pop into the scene whenever you wish. Snow doesn't mind fighting multiple opponents.

The Ivory Tower With blinding speed Snow not only dropped her one of her longswords back into its sheathe, but also caught Zagi's sword between her index finger and her middle finger. It was nearly in an instant and happened almost to fast for the eye to even see. The worst of it though, was she actually stopped the blade with her two fingers. She firmly held the flaming bastard sword between her two fingers. Staring directly at its wielder. "I don't dance fool. You'll realize that soon enough. I wonder how many times I can kill you. This would be one, and as I said... you wouldn't even last more than 4 seconds." She was mocking him, it was evident in her tone. But, she was correct, the way she had grabbed the blade Zagi had no way to defend himself. Especially due to her grip on it. His chest wide open to the other blade she was holding. She left go in one swift motion flipping back to the other side of the room. "So... Kid. Stop your dancing and fight. Unless you want a little less weight on those shoulders of yours. I'd be happy to oblige." She stood on the other side of the room, just staring him down waiting for his next move. The Ochre Dreadfort. "Our first order of business is... is for you to fight me. All three of you at once. I'm ready there is no need to worry. Hmmm, this room seems a bit small lets fix that shall we?" Dust retrieved his Mighty hammer from the side wall, it was made entirely of stone so it would have been easy to miss if one wasn't looking. However, now it was hard to understand how. It was nearly as large as he was. It looked beyond the capability of human power to lift it... and yet here he stood holding it as if it were nothing. "Stone Shape. Be as clay in my hands." He said as he then slammed his hammer into the ground. Suddenly the entire room began to rumble and shake dust dislodged from the ceiling along with tiny pebbles. But... the room was widening. The ceiling was getting higher and further away and the walls were stretching out. The Alter that had been there sunk into the ground leaving an empty space where it was right behind Dust. He also created a few pillars of stone along the two sides of the room. Suddenly a room that barely fit the three of them could hold an entire legion of soldiers, though it be packed to the brim. "Hmmm, this should do nicely. Shall we begin? I'll let you have the first go. Hit me as hard as you can otherwise it will just be sunk by my armour." He stood back a distance. Giving the heros room to deliberate without him being able to hear out of respect and fairness. "I'm ready to begin whenever you are. It'll be you who begins the test by seizing the intuitive."

Oh... I totally forgot... oops? Sorry about that. I was still busy getting the assignments done so it slipped my mind entirely.

The Ivory Tower "I have no need of the name of a dead man." she snarled. She always got weak spirited fools. Always. Though Zagi shoudn't worry himself on his skills. Snow Ashford was a little more than unreasonable. I her life it was life or death there was no room for error and it is why she demanded the epitome of perfection from those she trained. Because she was forced to be her entire life. If she slipped even once it would have ended. The thing he had to worry about was Snow decided he was worthless and killing him herself. She had done it once before in the Clash, and another time killed her entire team. They weren't cut out for battle so she ended their lives out of mercy. She wasn't a murderer after all. She only demanded the absolute best out of anyone she was stuck with, and if they didn't cut it rather than watch them lose she removed them herself. Such was the way of Queen Ashford, the Lady of Winter. She had no time for weaklings, and even less time for mortal weaklings. In the snow covered lands of Aurora, the weak had no place. Only the strong could survive, the rest would be swallowed by the cold blizzards or be eaten by the wilds. Such was the ways of the Woman who united all of Aurora's Clans and created the Huskarls of Winter as her elite honor guard. They recognized strength and only that. For it was the only thing that let one survive the cold harsh winter. Being the Winter's embodiment, it was only fitting she knew exactly what it took. "Speak with your blade, not your mouth. I have no need for your words." she drew two wicked looking longblades. Ice seemed to crackle on their surface. "Speak to me with steel, not with words. For that is the true measurement of a Warrior's worth."

The Ochre Dreadfort. "Hmmm, the second now enters my chambers. This seems impatient. I can feel it through the earth. Silly mortals. Though I admit if one had a life as short as them there wouldn't be much time to waste. Being one once I know that better than an other. But Impatience is not the path of a true warrior. For a true warrior knows that everything comes at it's own pace, not the their pace. Rushing only leads to disaster." The Knight pondered to himself. He did continue to sit in his silence. He sat in the stillness of the World, his mind and body all the while pondering with it. Ress'nok now entered the room alongside the others. He had never really been underground much. But this place felt like it was subterranean. It at least had very little light which gave it that illusion. The Victonari like Lady Silef before him bowed deeply and with complete respect for the Giant Knight seated before them. Ress'nok knew a true warrior when he laid eyes on one. This Warrior was most definitely one of great power, one could feel it just standing near him. Ress'nok also did not wish to disturb the Man's Meditation. He had no idea of who he was. All he knew was he deserved great respect. It was just an instinct, and not something Ress'nok could have explained to another, but he felt it. He felt that he was to respect this Stone Giant. "Hmmm, and the third enters. This one... he is the Warrior I could hope for. I wonder how he died and ended up here. He seems that he was ever so close to being a true warrior like myself. Perhaps fate didn't want to allow it? Either way... they have all arrived. One by One. It's time." Dust thought to himself. He jumped up quickly and suddenly. Dust was much faster than one would expect of a man clad in solid stone. "I thank thee for not disturbing my Meditation. My Body was pondering with the world. It was a rather interesting topic as well. Anyway, I am sure you all know who I am. But for those that may not, I am the Lord of Heros, I am Dust." One could almost imagine the smile on his face... though it definitely couldn't be seen through his enormous stone helm.

I mean it could be anything Green, no?. I'm just mostly joking at how stupidly funny the coincidence is. After being named one on a team I can never get away for the mon now.

The Ochre Dreadfort Vayne was correct in assuming the Divine Knight that sat in front of him was entirely aware of his presence. Dust had trained his senses far beyond that of a regular human that they were much sharper than most others. However, Dust didn't have much intention of talking unless he had to. Words were meaningless. As a true Warrior, Dust understood this. The soul didn't need words to be understood. He knew everything he needed to just by touching the world. Sadly, most humans didn't understand quite like he did. They didn't have the clarity he did. They didn't know the stillness of Mind body and the world. The secret to making the Mind part of the Body and the Body part of the world. He sat in silence with the man staring at him. It was clear he understood that DUst didn't really want to be bothered. Though Dust figured one of the "warriors" he would be given would be brazen enough to rouse him from his Meditation. For now he didn't care though He sat still his Mind and Body pondering with the World. The Ivory Tower Zagi saw what was a Staircase of pure white on his left. He stood at what was clearly the top of a great tower. He could see out the windows into a clear blue sky. It was obvious that he wasn't in the same place he just was. This Tower was an entirely different building from the Halls of Sorrow. Looking around the room was entirely stark white like the cards before they touched the water. It was bright inside as well due to the natural lighting for the sun. It reflected off the highly polished surfaces of the wall making it even brighter. It was a brilliant light that felt almost like it pierced the very soul. And in the middle of that Bright White Room stood a Warrior Clad in Silver armour. They stared right into Zagi's Soul. Directly into it. They stared with a great intensity. The form was clearly that of a woman clad in full plate. It was clear this that this Divine Knight was Snow Ashford, the Lady of Winter. The embodiment of Winter stood before him. Beautiful and graceful, yet Cold and Ruthless all at the same time. "And who the hell are you? Are you the trash they are giving me for a student? You won't even last an hour. Hell... not even 4 seconds." She spat vehemently at Zagi. "And don't act surprised. I know you're no true warrior just by looking at you. But, I may just have to test you in battle to truly find out if you have any skills at all. I doubt it though."

Okay... let's chill it with the memes people. THis is a News Thread, not a Meme War thread so let's not be continuing this trend.

Same, but I never had it happen with sanity. Just because I know when I want someone to not be insane. Then again... Sanity is a bit different in Graterras sometimes I guess XD> It is different from our world after all.

I mean... Insane is quite the possibility. I figured she was more level-headed personally and jsut putting on a show cause she can. ((Insane would be pretty fitting coincidence with Headmaster Ignacio being her mentor however... he is like a whole other level of bat-shit crazy. He isn't exactly a human kind of insane.)). I jsut find it weird that the creator of the character has no idea. I usually know the levels of sanity a character of mine has when I write them. So that's interesting to know I suppose lol.

In case it's not clear in the post... The actual purpose of the Firing compound in Black Dragon is it is just enough of a base that it doesn't neutralize the acid, but keeps it from destroying the inside of their stomach and the rest of the organs and systems on the way out of their body. It actually entirely dissolves by the time it reaches the mouth which results in the acid "breath". Basically... it my way of explaining how the heck it works. Their outer skin and most of them is immune to Acid, but the delicate balance is inside the body is still affected by it to some degree. ((never lethally, but it keeps the inner systems from getting clogged etc...)). Also... maybe I just wanted to it make it more disgusting sounding... who knows? I mean... the acid has to come from somewhere, why not a special gland housed in the stomach that causes them to projectile vomit Acid at foes? Sounds like fun to me.

If Farfetch;d gets rejected I don't know what world it is we are living in.

Did it have to be a Ferrothorn? Because now I am being even further associated with that mon.... THANKS TOMAS!!!

The Library of the Waves. To which Helen's jump was greeted by immediately smacking into a Bookcase. It lead into a cramped isle barely able to fit a person, so jumping in without looking was probably a terrible Idea. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, the bookcase was so enormous and solid it didn't even budge when Helen collided into it. This preventing it from falling over yes, but that was both a blessing and a curse. As the Momentum from the collision had no where to go but back into Helen, knocking her flat on her ass. ((Remember Kids don't jump through strange doorways you don't have any clue what is on the other side.)). It was evident this strange room was packed to the brim with dusty old tomes and ancient literature. It was quite fitting of the Divine Knight who represented Knowledge. He probably wouldn't have been to happy if all his books suddenly crashed to the ground. Was a little bit of pain better than what this Divine Knight would have had in store for those that put his precious books in danger? Who knows other than he himself. Nadiasaw the tumble... she was standing right there after all. She sighed heavily to herself. "Great I'm stuck with this fool. I'd rather be dead. I don't have time or the patience to deal with this best get moving." she thought to herself. She walked forwards toward the door not taking any time to avoid walking over Helen. If she stepped on her she really didn't care. It was clear this woman had no clue what she was doing and probably wasn't even worth considering her as a partner if she could be that careless. This was a battle, if you gave more damns about your style and how you did things when opening a door, rather than worrying about what was on the other side of said door... you were as good as dead. What if an Assassin had been waiting there? What if there was nothing but a sheer cliff face? They knew this place was magic and didn't share the rules of reality quite like Graterras. It wasn't a stretch to say nearly anything could have been on the other side of that door. She had cleared the woman now and knew this was true. This room wasn't part of the Keep they had first entered. It was part of a different Castle or some sort of Fort. She knew this because the hall they were in clearly spanned passed where the other doors would have let out if they all went to the same place. Wherever this was, it wasn't the Hall of Sorrows that was for sure. She drew her sword. This place... it was rather unnerving. A dubious aura seemed to hang in the air along with all the dust. It smelled old, like parchment paper that had been sitting around for thousands of years. Due to the amount of tomes and books lying around it assaulted the nose and it was the only smell that you nose could even register. Whether or not it was a pleasant one or not depended on the person. It wasn't for Nadia. It reminded her of her father and his research laboratory. Even though there was dead corpses and experiments everywhere... the room still eerily smelled of nothing else but old musty tomes. She hated it, she hated the very smell as it brought back horrible memories. She could feel Acid welling in her stomach, and not the everyday variety. It was Dragon's Acid. Her very body wanted to destroy this place and the vile memories it was giving to her. But, she doubted the one that was to mentor them would like his belongings destroyed. As Nadia had the blood of Black dragons within her, she could breath acid as a weapon, a rather potent and deadly ability. However, it was also the mark of what her father had done to her. He infused her with that blood as a means to try and obtain immortality for himself. It was nearly too late when her brother and Uncle discovered his vile plans and saved Nadia from him. However, she was still stuck with it even now. Not even death could see escape the Curse of her Dragon's Blood. All this feelings almost made her go berserk again. But she barely managed to hold onto it. She kept the vitriolic acid from destroying the room around her. It festered in her gut, making her not only feel metaphorical sick to her stomach, but nearly actually sick. SHe purged that which remained, vile leftovers from the swell of an attack. It was the curse of Black Dragons. Their Acid Collected in their stomach before the use of their Breath weapon. They would vomit it forth at foes like projectiles to horribly injure them and ruin their gear and weaponry, of humans and beasts. However it had to be used right away as if they kept it primed to long the acid would sink back into their glands leaving a bezoar of unactivated compounds in their stomach. The only way to rid of it was to purge it from the system before it got lodged in which it could do serious damage. Most black dragons and those that were descendants quickly learned to vomit it up before that happened. *Splat* the noise of the bezoar hitting the stone floor. It echoed through the room it's sickening tone. "I have to keep my cool..." Nadia thought to herself. The floor started to sizzle ever so slightly at the partially activated compounds, as it burned ever so slightly into the rock. However it quickly finished. It was a waste of Firing Components for her breath weapon but it was much faster to recreate those then the acid itself. In fact it only took a matter of seconds, and could easily be done right when she primed her next attack. Hopefully she would actually have need to use it this time, and it not be a result of her emotional state. The rest of this room was a maze of books, or at least it felt like it. Nadia began to search for some sort of landmark... anything to help her find her way. She had to meet her "mentor." however... knowing what she did of Headmaster Ignacio... he was much like her father. The ends justify the means, when it comes to knowledge and research. He would probably easily experiment on his daughter just like the now late Enchanter Darke. She would met yet another man known for a laundry list of Dark Magic and terrible crimes. Perhaps she would end up destroying him as well.

Vayne- The Ochre Dreadfort. As the young ranger stepped through the door first, it was he who caught the first glimspe of one of the Trainer's Lairs. This particular one, owned by Dust, The Divine Knight of Tectaniteus. He was well known as the Lord of Heros, he who came first and dared to do the deeds that define today's heroes. He would have had to be a daunting presence to meet on his own, let alone knowing you had to learn from him as your mentor. The atmosphere of the place Vayne had just entered didn't help either. It was nearly pitch dark and the walls seemed to that of a natural cave. The only light to be found was from dimly lit candles spread about on various metal stands. Wax dripped onto the floor breaking the otherwise silence. Every once and awhile the pure silence broken by the wet smack of melted wax against the stone floor. There was barely enough light to make out that the tunnel lead to many other rooms, but one in particular was the most interesting. It was the room straight ahead. A giant alter with a Badger Carved into the front battling with a Terranix. The terranix was a great creature in Graterras that nearly all had heard of. It was a Elemental spirit given true form in that of a flightless juggernaut of a bird. Terranix had built in armour. It was some sort of rocky protrusion all over parts of their body. They alos had a unique headcrest that looks like a mountain piercing through the canopy of feathers. However, all this was standard fare. Most knew of the Terranix and what it signified. However the more interesting thing wasn't the alter itself, but that man that sat next to it. If he stood up, he would be nearly 9 feet tall, He was leagues taller than Vayne and probably most of the other contestants. Luckily, the hulking giant was sitting at the moment, however he was still intimidating even then due to his huge size. The man was clad in armour that appeared to be made from Stone... and not just any stone. It didn't look like soemthing natrual to Graterras... or at least it was so uncommon that most had never seen it. It's surface seemed to reflect light as it was polished to a sheen. One could see sparkles of all kinds of color, as if gems were encrusted into the stone. However, one couldn't see any gemstones. It must have just been the way the Rock was polished. The Armoured figure stayed sitting at the Alter in front of him. He seemed to be in deep thought or meditation as he wasn't moving and was staying perfectly still. This man... it was clear he was Dust. But, one can never know without asking.

#Farfetch'dTime. #RaiseYourLeeks, #Leeks5ever, #ExpandLeek. Okay... this is getting stupid.

26 I can do. Though I am sure by know people know I prefer older characters. Teens just aren't my thing.

Remind me to pack all the Poison Moves in the world.

Also that feel when Xerneas is made female when it is based on the 4 Stags ((male deers.)) that resided within the World Tree. Most things in Norse Myth are typically male. ((though the thing with Yveltal is what it is based on doesn't have a projected gender from what I can tell.)) Not saying it is wrong mind you... just an interesting choice lol. I mean it does make sense being a female with it being the god that presides over birth etc... but it is weird for a Horned Deer to be considered female. Also another interesting thing. Kyogre is based on Levitation((or way more closely than Lugia is.)).It is very interesting that you gave his inspiration's title to Lugia. Lugia is closer to the Ryūjin, a Mythical Water Dragon and the Shinto God of the Sea. ((which is why it is still weird that it is Psychic/Flying and not Water/Flying for whatever bloody reason.)). I personally think Lugia is much to Reptilian to be based on a whale... but yea as I said personally XD. Just nit-picking for nit-picking sake lol. It's you RP after all. I just find these things interesting.

I'd love too... however I feel like Farfetch'd is probably going to end up being crap once more as a Pokemon XD. I might just use it anyway cause why the hell not.

"Ayla Ryssel... your fate shall be decided now." Sorrow held up the card with her name written upon it. He flung into into the air like the ones before. Her card landed in the Goblet of Knowledge, the Cerulean Goblet. "Lady Silef Asterlux, Your fate shall be decided now." Silef's card landed in the goblet of Body, or the Sienna Goblet. "Varick, Your fate shall now be deicided." Varick's card landed in the Goblet of Spirit, or the Crimson Goblet. "ANd last, but certainly not least. Zagi Adius, your fate shall now be decided." the final card landed in the Goblet of Mind, or the Cyan Goblet. Each team now had it's three members. It was now time for them to meet their trainers. All assembled in the staging room Sorrow followed in after the last Participant. ANd as they were all gathered he said this. "Now that the Mentors have been decided, each of you will pass through your respective door. On the other side you shall meet your trainer, the one you will be entrusting your lives to the rest of this Battle. What they choose to do with you, is up to them. Remember, they are truly the Divine Knights. Don't take them lightly, and I highly suggest listening to them. They didn't get to where they are now without knowing somethings. Also... I can't really stop any of them from killing you if you piss them off so don't do that for your own safety. Anyway, I'll be around later after you meet your mentors. So for now, Toodles.~"

You can do whatever. Explain what you think of the selection etc... ((Sorrow did mention that it involved the Divine Knights and... most people know of them in Graterras and at least part of their legends. Many don't get to actually met them though lol.)), and you can choose to talk to others back in that room when they arrive if you want. ((all the characters selected thus far are in the staging area where Helen is. You can arrive whenever you want.)) It is really up to you folks what you want to do as long as it isn;t trying to beat the snot out of each other while you are in the Hall of Sorrows. The Clash Only begins once you met your mentors. ((or the Divine Knights. That I am looking forward to... oh how I am looking forward to it indeed.))