Sutoratosu

Chimchain "I fired the lightning," Stratos said in a matter of fact manner, cutting off the young hunter before he could finish. "But my target was not the crowd, that was the doing of the beast I was trying to eliminate." he knelt down and retreived Star-Ripper with his good arm. "he redirected the blast to endanger the crowd and force me to choose between either Killing him, or saving them. I chose the latter, that was the second burst of lightning that occurred, me calling upon another bout of electricity in order to keep those people from being crushed by rubble." Stratos then slung the strap of his spear over his shoulder, wincing in pain as he remembered the severe injury he had obtained. "And for my Choice to save them, my foe man rewarded me by destroying my arm..." he glanced at how Trystane held the weapon in his hand. "look boy, put that spear down. The fighting up here is over. your far too late if you intended to help."

Well... it seems that Ixidor is gonna be able to whip all our asses if those Starving Souls agree to his terms...

Well, this seems quite interesting. Keep it up, Dobby. Right now I don't really see anything the could use any urgent editing. tell us more about this little world you have crafted.

Supernovae & Kenny "Well, then, Maximus," Atton replied. "You'll be sticking with us for the night... and what a long night this shall be..." as he spoke, he seemed to be distracted by something, breaking off the conversation and staring to the west. Boho turned his attention as Footsteps echoed up from the Entry way to the Alter. a few moments later, a man bearing a crossbow and dressed like an alchemist arrived from the Papal Stair case. "who are ya?" Boho asked this new arrival, a demanding tone in his voice. Chimchain It seemed that from where he was in the Plaza, the group up in the alter couldn't hear him... that left Trystane with only one choice, he'd have to make his way up there. though, in a bit of strange luck, it seemed that the explosions recently had carved a path in the buildings exterior that could serve as a makeshift stair way if one were careful enough. and even more, it more than wide enough for a horse. Murdoc & Snap The Bleeding began to ebb and finally stopped following the concoction's application at the wound site. But even with the danger of bleeding to death gone, there still remained the issue that Eric's entire right shoulder and arm had been shattered by the impact... and that the bolt was still there. A familiar scent wafted through the air as the two knelt by him... it was mint and sage. Before their very eyes, the Bolt backed out of the wound of it's own accord, falling free and clattering to the stones as the Shoulder began to mend itself. The injury still looked very bad, but at least it was cleaned up a bit now. Both Octavia and Maximus heard a voice echo in the night air, the young woman could recognize it immediately. It was the voice of Eric's mentor. "I've done enough to stem the blood and close the wound for now," she called, though as to where she was, no one could guess. "but he'll need further help. Take him to the Tower in the west, the one situated along the city wall. If you can get him there, he will live." as she spoke, the wound began to re-open. "Hurry! the Mending Spell won't last for long!" With that said, the voice was gone, along with the smell of Mint and Sage. AARON "just take a moment to calm yourself and think." Samiel said. Aaron had broken free of the Sleep while they were resting in the Dark Alley... getting him the rest of the way here had been quite a struggle. "You know that everything I'm saying is true, Haven't you ever wondered why both your 'parents' were light of hair, while yours is black as night?" Aaron sat on the floor, leaning back against the central pillar of the tower's first floor... Without his chair, he had no way of getting out of this situation. he didn't know what the hell was going on with Samiel... the man must've taken leave of his senses. First he put him into a sleep and brought him here, and now he claims to be his father? "My Grandfather was Black of hair..." he replied weakly. Samiel shook his head disappointedly. "They just told you that lie so that you wouldn't ask as many questions in the future. Tell me, Aaron, this man who they claimed to be your Black-haired grandsire, did you ever meet him?" "No, but..." "Did you ever meet any supposed relatives?" "N...no..." He fell silent after that... Samiel had a point, he had never met any relatives, and his parents had never spoken of any extended family other than a grandfather who was supposedly the source of his hair color. But he still was not convinced that this man was his father... at least, not totally. Samiel continued to present the evidence for his argument. "Surely you've noticed how both your 'parents' had blue eyes, while yours were the color of the earth itself." Aaron had nothing to say in retort. "Neither of them even look like you. anyone with two eyes could see that. hell, the whole town could probably see that the child that had suddenly come into the care of the legendary hunters Starke and Liana Nall , was clearly not a product of their marriage, but an adopted infant!" "Stop!" Aaron screamed, tears began to well up in his eyes as he came to believe what this man was saying more and more. But even though the evidence was damning, Aaron still fought against it in his heart... he simply couldn't stand the Idea... the idea that his entire life had been a complete bout of horse shit. that he was not the person whom he had been brought up thinking he was. that his name was a lie. that every time those two had looked at him and called him 'son', it had been nothing but a cruell continuation of the lie. "Lies... all that comes out of your mouth is lies..." but even as he said it, it was obvious he was trying to convince himself of it. a voice interrupted the conversation at that moment... the smell of wild herbs filled the air. "It is not a lie." beside Samiel appeared an elderly woman dressed in dark robes. Aaron had no idea where she could've been hiding all this time. "Everything your father is telling right now is the truth. Stop pretending that you don't believe him. Anyone with a set of working eyes can see that you do, your face says it all, boy." the young man recoiled a bit at the coldness of her voice "Are you still going to keep up this charade?" she pressed on "Fine. Then I myself shall present you the ultimate proof of what this man says." as soon as the words left her mouth, a piece of shattered reflective glass appeared in her hand. she handed it to Samiel, who walked over and knelt beside Aaron, positioning his face beside his and holding up the mirror for the boy to see. in the face of the mirror... Aaron could see the undeniable truth. The resemblance in his and Samiel's faces was far too strong for Aaron to be anything but a direct descendant of him. their eyes were the exact same shade of green. they had the same nose, same chin and jaw line. There was no use trying to run from it now. Aaron had to face the fact that this man had indeed fathered him. Sam lowered the mirror and moved back beside the elderly woman. "Do you see now, Aaron?" He asked simply. Aaron wiped the tears from his eyes. what he felt now... was anger... anger at this man who was his father, yet had left him on some doorstep like a common whore son would've been. Anger at this man who said that he had a hand in his creation, and yet had passed off the responsibility of raising him to someone else... He glared at Samiel. "Yes..." he said "But I have one question: Why did you abandon me?" Samiel's face went solemn. "I didn't want to leave you with them... but I had my orders... I had to follow them." "Whose Orders?" Aaron demanded. another voice interrupted the conversation then as another individual entered the room, this one walking down the stair case from the upper levels of the tower. "My orders" Said a young man who looked no older than Aaron himself. he was dressed in regal robes the color of the ocean, with gold and silver embroidering on the sleeves and shoulders. his eyes blazed a frightening blue as he cast his gaze in Aaron's direction. his auburn hair seemed to almost glow in the light of the torches lighting the room. In his hand sat an impressively carved wooden staff that seemed to glow silver as he walked towards the other young man. his very presence exuded a strange power... it almost made one want to bow and postrate themselves before him. "I am Marcelos," He said when he finally stood over Aaron. "And you are my chosen Succesor."

It didn't even take a second for Ethic to make his decision after he came to the enbranchment. after the shit he had done not even a full hour ago, a little bit of darkness didn't phase him. And the screams coming from down the side corridor sounded like they'd be far more trouble than they'd be worth. He reached into his bag and retrieved a flashlight, flicking the beam on and casting it into the darkness of the main hallway, making sure to scan both the floor, walls, and ceiling as he continued ahead. he kept the Death link ready in the back of his mind. It was time to get serious here, no more shitting around like had gone on in the last two circles. This was war, God damn it... And there was no way he'd allow himself to lose. Not to the Keepers... and definitely not to this damn Hell-hole.

The Rossephus Battle (Supernovae, Kenny, STRATOS) Rossephus ignored the verbal that came from down below, Pope Eeree and the Arch Commanders could take care of that little pest, which they promptly set off to do, without him having to say a word. now that was good service. there was another interloper, however, this one was coming from the sky. He dropped the charge he had been building in his blade, sidestepping easily as a young and foolish warrior landed onto the stones of the alter with immense force, leaving a shallow crater in the architecture. Rosse was a bit impressed... he had to give it to the boy, the kid had some serious stones, getting involved like this. but when one had serious stones under their belt, nature tended to not give them brains to match. the young warrior was wide open for a counter attack now, he had only managed to waste his life with this effort. Rosse's blade burned in a light hotter than the sun as he made a lightning quick, harrowing swing for Maximus's spine, intending the cleave the young man in two. but before the blow could land, a Giant of a man appeared before him from thin air, delivering a strike of his own with a sword bathed in fire's deadly kiss. having no choice, Rosse repulsed himself backwards, avoiding the strike entirely, but now too out of range to make another. the Giant in armor raised his bastard blade, his snow white cloak billowing in the hot drafts of wind issuing from off his weapon. one of his eyes blazed with a light so intense, one would think it was a star. "Boho!" he shouted, his voice ringing with an other-worldly power. From out of Rosse's peripheral vision, he could see another Armored man in a cloak appear out of thin air... and this one was in the middle of an attack as well, albeit one the required for more agility than the other's had. Boho hurtled towards Rossephus in a horizontal barrel roll, kicking his legs out to the side to keep up momentum. in his hand sat his sword, casting an eerie after image as he spun, his body had become a makeshift saw....anyone caught by that blade while he was spinning with such momentum would be bisected. Rossephus again repulsed himself backwards, narrowly missing the attack as Boho put all his momentum into a final, destructive blow, swinging the sword causing a massive crater to erupt in the floor as he expelled the resonance energy in a missed his target. Atton turned and glanced at Stratos as Boho unleashed a barrage of lightning quick, withering attacks upon Rossephus, driving the False King back farther and farther with every second, not allowing any openings to counter. "Are you able to fight?" he asked. Stratos grinned at him, gripping his shattered and mangled arm and hoisting it into the air for Atton to see. "Why are you smilling?" he demanded, unsure what to think of Stratos's facial expression. "Because," The Sky Slayer Answered, forcing himself to stand despite the pain. "GOD has not forsaken me this night... I was a fool for ever thinking that he had." as they spoke however, the sound of shattering metal filled the night. They both snapped their gazes over to Boho. The man's sword had shattered in half against Rosse's breast-plate, and now protruded a shard from it, a small trickle of blood begining to leak out of the wound. Rossephus took a few steps back from Boho, who was now resorting to firing off Conjurations of Lightning at him, which were quite accurate as they all homed in on his breast plate and crowned, sending thousands of volts of electrical energy throughout the body of the False King. "Enough!" He cried, throwing up a barrier between him and Boho, finally halting the man's savage onslaught of Magick. Boho responded by simply balling both his hands into fist and triggering a resonance in them, sending down electrified punches into the shields face... Rossephus understood how much danger he was in when he saw the barrier begin to crack... this man was not human. his two, blazingly bright eyes proved that much... enough. it was obvious that trying to kill Stratos tonight would be more of a hassel than it was worth... he could just go and kill Marcelos himself... but no... Stratos would surely upset that effort. yes, it was simple really, before he could get to his brother, he had to strike down that Damn Dragoon first. as Boho continued to assault the barrier in an ape like fashion, Rossephus placed his hand over his mouth and shouted, somehow amplifying his voices volume to where anyone in the plaza below could here it. it had a strange distortion of power in it. "Enough, the whore sons can have this damn city... fall back! Tis an order from your lord!" With those words spoken, Rossephus became engulfed in a fiery red light and faded away. The barrier finally shattered under Boho's attacks, crumbling like tissue paper just as Rosse got away. Boho looked up and snarled. "Get back here and die like a man!!!!" Down in the plaza below, which had emptied during the panic following the black and white lightning, Ko'Luki watched as three people from the Papal Alter had peeled off and headed towards him, seeming to walk on the air itself as if it were a stair case. then there came a tremendously loud shout ordering for a complete fall back, and the three men had just paused. And when they did, Ko'Luki could recognize one of them as the pope. not a second after they had stopped, they had all turned around in the air, and flashed a vibrant red before fading away, leaving the Alchemist standing in the plaza by his lonesome, Crossbow still raised. Up at the Alter, Boho finally returned to his senses from the God-like rampage he had just gone on. His gaze shot straight towards Maximus and Atton. "Atton," he began, reaching for his sword before remembering that he had broken it off in Rosse's chest... damn that had felt good to do. "We need to get the city under our control, through any god damn means necessary... before the riots start. after that we need to establish a Consul to serve as the supreme authority in all matters." Atton Scoffed at the suggestion, then considered his Deputy's words and the sense in them. "There hasn't been a Consulate government in the world since the Namorian Empire... but you have a point, Boho. Until we can get things firmly under our control, we'll have to have a dictator..." With that said, He turned to Maximus. "But before we get into that, Mind identifying yourself, Ekarder?" Snap Crackle Pop Eric was about to answer her question when he spotted a Sniper baring the colors of the Church Army, perched up on a roof and training a Ballista at the two of them. Eric didn't bother thinking, he shoved Octavia to the ground, barely in time for the Bolt to miss the base of her skull and lodge itself into his shoulder blade instead, shattering the bone and sending him sprawling to the Cobble Stones, but not before he got off a Lightning Conjuration, sending a bolt of electricity flying towards the female sniper and bursting through the glass of her sight lense, melting it and exploding into a shower of sparks as it hit home on her helmet. She was deader than a door nail. Eric's head was clouded by pain as he lay there, severely injured. he managed to croak one thing as he lay there, however... "Octavia..." then he went silent as his consciousness faded. his blood was beginning to form a pool on the street beneath him Murdoc Matrim saw as The young man had saved the girl's life by pushing her out of the way of the sniper's bolt... and as the young man now lay on the cobblestones, dying of blood-loss.

Exlink, Dobby, Typhlosion, & Hukuna "Well... you've come to investigate, have you?" Boho looked around at the area, just now remembering that that was what he and Sinbad had been doing. "Lower your weapon, Siny," He said as he continued to examine the area. it wasn't long before he caught a terrible sight... twenty or so people strewn across several rooftops, their bodies beaten and battered... these injuries were nothing like He had ever seen before. He whirled around, facing sinbad again, his voice solemn and deadly serious. "On second thought, don't lower your weapon." he turned his attention to the young men down below. "And you three, Get up here, NOW!" with that shouted, he turned and walked away from the edge, not bothering to stay and watch if the men did as he had ordered. on the side of the building was a small, rickety stair case leading up to the roof. it looked treacherous, but it should still be strong enough to bear the weight of all three men if they went one at a time. Hukuna only The scene was even grizzlier up close. Blood splattered all across the shingles, scorch marks in the shape of paws all around the place, the air stung with burnt ozone... and Boho saw something he hadn't been expecting. standing among the carnage was Atton. "Boho..." he said, crouching down and looking over one of the dead mages. he cast a wayward glance at the man. "These are Chimera Whites..." he stood from the corpse's side, his eyes burned with a righteous fury as he drew his bastard blade. "Raise the alarms, lock down the city gates, and get a Magistrate on every single street corner. We are dealing with a Dark Father here...There is a curfew, effective immediately. send orderlies to the holy grounds and evacuate everyone to their homes. there will be no more festivities this night. if anyone resist you, then arrest them. while they are herding the people indoors, you and I are going to arrest the Pope and assist Stratos... even someone as powerful as him will need it." The giant of a man then turned to face the Sniper, and in his left eye, Sinbad could spot some type of strange symbol emblazoned upon his pupil, the color of the iris around it glowing and changing every minute. now that he noticed, a similar glow could be seen issuing from beneath Boho's dark glasses. Sinbad didn't know if it was just his imagination, but they both seemed to now be radiating some type of...strange power... "I suggest you get to safety, Sniper. Things are going to get hellish... and take those vagabonds down below with you." those were the only words the arch magistrate said to him before He and Boho both disappeared into thin air, leaving Sinbad standing there alone. Snap Crackle Pop "I...I don't know..." Erick answered. The bleeding was beginning to stop as the blood began to clot. he again touched his fingers to his lower lip, feeling a rather large cut their. it seemed to be small enough, though. nothing to worry about. in the distance, something seemed to be happening in the holy grounds... the pillar of light from the citadel was gone now. In the distance, a fearsome but faint roar of power could be heard as twin bolts of black and white lightning burst across the cloudless sky and arced downwards from the heaven, striking the highest levels of the citadel. the following explosion was fierce and sent stones and parts of the broken outer edifice tumbling to the plaza below, but before it could hit the ground and kill any spectators, another twin burst of black and white lightning issued forth, this time it came from the silhouette of a man atop the highest levels of the building, holding some type of object in the air. this next batch of lightning completely destroyed the debris before it could get anywhere close to the crowds. whoever this man with the spear was, he had saved countless lives just now. Eric, still a bit awe struck by the sheer power he had just witnessed, turned to Octavia, grinning. "It seems we'll be getting a far more interesting show than just some Resurrection" as soon as the words left his mouth, he sprang back onto his feet, offering his hand to help Octavia up. Murdoc As Matrim Crept further and further into the city, he could hear faint voices nearby. around the corner, he spotted a young man and woman laying sprawled on the stones, apparently knocked down by the earthquake just now. he stood there for a few moments, watching as the young man seemingly asked the woman if she was alright. His attention was pulled away from those two, however, when the quell of a Dragon's roar tore through the night, faint as it was, Matrim was sure he had heard it. two burst of black and white lightning followed the roar, along with the sound of an explosion, though from where Matrim stood, he could not see anything more than a few flashes of light in the sky. his attention was drawn by a blur of motion in his peripheral vision, and he looked back to see the young man from before spring to his feet and offer his hand to the young woman. STRATOS, Supernovae, And Kenny (Kenny) It had been several long minutes since Marculo had left, and in all the chaos that had transpired, Ko'Luki began to think that he would never be coming back with help for this soldier. suddenly, however, a convulsion came over the young warrior on the ground, despite his full paralysis. The convulsions ended seconds later, and he looked up at Ko'Luki now, a strange symbol visible in one of his pupils, the Irises now flaring in a thousand different colors. The young man's hand shot up and grabbed kenny by the lapels as he hoisted his body up, now in a sitting position. he thrust his other hand out, pointing towards the Papal alter at the top levels of the Holy Citadel. Ko'Luki could see several silhouettes there, but as he looked, his vision somehow clarified and he could make out the scene as if he were there. A man with shoulder length, snow white hair and gleaming eyes of gold knelt on the stones of the Alter, clutching his bloody and battered shoulder and staring up at... Mother of God... he was staring up at the same man Ko'Luki had seen in his strange incident at the store. in the man's hands was a greatsword, the appearance of which also matched exactly from what Ko'Luki had seen earlier; the sword was the same blade made of pure light that Ko'Luki had seen straped to the crowned man's belt earlier. His vision returned to normal within seconds, and Ko'Luki was again staring at the man grabbing him by the shirt. "HELP... HIM..." The Soldier managed to croak out, the voice issuing out of his mouth was not his own... this one was far more authoritative and rang with raw power. "IF YOU DARE... TO CALL... YOURSELF...HUMAN...THEN HELP HIM!!!!" with that, another batch of convulsions over took the lad's body, and he fell back to the stones, laying still after several seconds... he was dead, tiny trails beginning to leak from his nostrils. (Supernovae) Maximus heard Rodriguez call out in surprise as a burst of black and white lightning lit up the sky. He turned his head, only to find that where his friend had been sitting beside him only moments ago, was now a portal filled with golden light. before he could move, however, the thing slammed shut, leaving him on the Rooftop alone... but that was not the thing that grabbed his attention the most at the moment, for he could see the top levels of holy Citadel... and he could see that on the Papal alter, Stratos was kneeling on the floor, seemingly badly wounded somehow... and standing all around him were various individuals, over top of him was a man who appeared to be preparing to behead the Dragoon. At his side, the Spear known as Steele-splinte began to...resonate. a draconic voice rang out in Maximus's mind. "You have the power to stop this... if you stand by and do nothing, then you are nothing but a monster. That Dragoon fights to protect the whole world. he has sacrificed much for his cause, far too much. and now he is alone, wounded, and outnumbered, without an ally in the world to come to his aid. Help him, or I shall rescind my ties to the Steele household. Make your decision, you do not have long, Boy." And as suddenly as it had spoken, the voice was gone. (STRATOS) Stratos Clutched his bleeding shoulder in agony as he stared hatefully at the man standing before him, a gleaming blade of light held beneath his jaw... the beast he'd been pursuing all these years... He had to admit, he had been caught by surprise by how things had turned out here. This ceremony... he had been wrong all this time; the church had never been seeking to bring back the Puppet, Azuaqyar... they had only wanted to bring forth the master. Of course he had been wrong about their intentions, Rossephus himself probably ordered them to spread that rumor. but that hadn't made any difference for him at the time, he had felt that it would only gave him a better shot. He had tried to end this quickly by calling upon Star-rippers power, summoning bolts of light and darkness from the heavens themselves... but it had been a foolish mistake in the end. Rossephus had detected it instantly and rerouted the path of the lightning, causing it to impact the building itself and collapse a large portion of it... which then fell towards the crowd. Stratos had had two options at that point, either ignore that and begin his complete offense, or to call upon Star-Rippers power again and save those people below, even though it would've put him in a critical opening that could've been struck. Stratos had chosen the latter of those two options, despite the danger it posed to him. he had chosen to save life instead of act to take it... and that decision had serious consequences now. Rossephus had perfectly calculated that moment, knowing the what Stratos would do, and had made his strike, catching the Sky Slayer with a brutal sword stroke to the right shoulder, shattering every bone in the area and nearly tearing off his entire arm. He had had his chance, and yet he had been to weak to take it... he had been distracted. and now there was no way he'd win this fight, not with his dominant hand worthless and Star-Ripper far out of his reach.... not with so many enemies all around him now. The Pope stood to the left Stratos, the two arch commanders to the right. and behind Rossephus himself stood an individual Stratos had never seen before, a weighty tomb in his hands as he sneered at him. That's when Stratos realized just what he was dealing with here... this must be the Dark Father Muya had warned him of just moments ago. Rossephus starred down at him, an arrogant grin spreading across his dreadfully handsome face. the golden crown atop his auburn hair gleamed in the moonlight. across his chest he wore a golden breast plate and a regal cloak the color of blood. His servants didn't make any move to try to finish off Stratos, knowing that their master wanted the pleasure of that himself. The False King raised his blade of Light above his shoulder, preparing to bring it down This was it, Stratos knew he would likely die tonight... His mission.. was about to fail completely. "Any last words, boy?" Rossephus sneered. Though he appeared younger than Stratos, he was in fact a being of old. "Speak them now... perhaps you'll sing a lament for Phalla?" That remark caught the Sky Slayers attention immediately "You wouldn't dare!" he shouted "why would you, she's already completely under your influence!" A chuckle was all stratos got out of him. "So protective of her, aren't you? strange how one-sided love works, Boy. Shes hated you ever since that day. and you know it even better than I do." He raised his blade higher, preparing to deliver the final blow. "But I will answer your question regardless, Stratos. I will kill her to further spite you... as well as eliminate a possible threat to myself in the future." with those words, the blade's light began to intensify... Stratos knew what was about to happen. Rossephus didn't intend to just kill him... He was going to completely wipe him from existence. But Stratos just smiled... smiled because behind Rossephus, in the night sky, was a blazing flame...it was so far away that it was just a tiny blip, but in the sky he knew it was his soul bound. Stratos could sense the dread in Thead's mind, the fear that his friend and Soul-bound rider would be slain and he would be able to do nothing about it. but Stratos was almost certain that at top speed, he would not make it here in time. and he knew that Thead knew that fact as well. but he was still touched by the fact that depite the odds, Thead was not just going to give up... he was touched by the fact, that at least he had one friend who had never doubted him. but the mission was over. he had failed. the taste of defeat was bitter and unpleasant... no... that wasn't fair... he did have friends... people who were willing to stand by him, and as few as they were in number, they still counted for something... they still mattered. but they were all to far away to help him now, or occupied with their own portions of the mission. it was over now. he had failed to do his part, As much as he hated that, he had to accept it. he had been defeated. not even GOD was going to help him now... if he was, he would've already... if even he had given up on Stratos... then he probably didn't even deserve to live in the first place... he had one purpose in this world, and he had failed utterly. and so it was with these thoughts that Stratos resigned himself to his fate. "Go on," he told Rossephus "Do it."

I'm liking that Dante's path suggestion...

Ethic took a moment to look around after entering the next circle. he didn't know exactly what the hell had gone down in the room he had walked through only moments ago, but from what he could gather by the overall destruction, some type of battle had broken out. It seemed that everyone had survived what ever it was, though. Ethic estimated that he was probably the last person to step through, though he couldn't be certain. He glanced at the group, considering interacting with them, but quickly pushing that thought out of his head. They'd just get caught up in his little conflict if he traveled with them, and even besides that, Ethic didn't quite trust himself anymore, after what he had done to Quincy... "It's best to just stay to myself." He muttered, walking past the group without a word. The way ahead seemed safe enough as he began to make his way further in, though he made sure to remain cautious. It wasn't anything that might be lurking here that had him worried, it was his real foes that did that... and in this circle, there probably wouldn't be any supernatural phenomenon that would protect him from their reach.

Actually, this could be a pretty interesting story element... maybe have a bit of an Epilogue when the story's finished, some type of after tale that explains what every person who fell permanently during the journey went through after final death.

Ethic ain't scared of a were-rat. Bring it on, come at him, bro! but super-hell? *Shudders in the corner* does that mean we'll be encountering the Super-devil at some point? :Kappa: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29khjYTOLC8

Such beautiful words... you're givin me the feels... I'd say my respect for you just skyrocketed even more, but honestly I don't think it can go any higher than it already is. Anyways, in Sith's defense, I do beleive he was talking about a "Free For All/ Open" RP thread, which as Kenny already deftly said, would be pretty much like a KOTH thread because anyone can join in with a character at any point without any prior signing up, and can pretty much effect the plot however they so please. the host is pretty much only present some of the time and only acts if things get to crazy. a whole bunch of taboos we have here often take place in those types of RPs, Godmodding, Bunnying, etc. anyways, in such an RP, it is easy to see why someone might think that the host is not as equally as important as the players, but even then it still isn't true, without the host, the exposition of the RP's plot would never have been created, the thing wouldn't even exist. since many Open RPs are very heavily player action based, meaning players are the primary means of plot advancement, they are needed just as much as the host is, because without them, the story can't take off. What we all have in these Subforums are "Closed RPs" meaning that interaction n the story requires signing in with one or sometimes more character(s) and receiving approval from the Game Master, which most of the time is the creator of the RP plot. pretty much the complete opposite of an "Open RP", in a Closed RP, The Host performs more actions than setting up the Expo and monitoring to ensure things don't get too crazy, they actively get involved in the plot with characters of their own most of the time, either with NPCs who are most of the time, quite expendable in the story, or even with fully unique characters who are crucial to some aspect somewhere in the Plot, I like to call these types of characters: HGC, meaning "Host Generated Characters". along with getting directly involved, Hosts also actively monitor the story's direction, deciding how it ultimately will unfold, where areas in an Open RP, like I said at the beginning, it's pretty much a free for all. and as always, one must remember that the Host and the Players are of Equal importance to the RP. no host, no story, no place for people to gather and enjoy themselves. No players, no character's to help further the story and allow the host's vision to unfold. If a host is ever foolish enough to think that they can solo-run their RP without any players along with them, then they are not an RP hosts... they're really just starving novelist.

The Lord Arceus shall chastise you for even suggesting the prospect of Blasphemy! Oh god... here we go again... do you know what you've done? Eh, you probably do. well, then, in b4 a shit ton of comments about Helix fossil and Arceus etc.

what a misleading title...I came here expecting to see some Minecraft Art dedicated to Reborn. These are pretty good for a first timer, keep it up.

Then ya should've made it into a riddle, Ark old buddy.

I see your point, but as a player myself, there is a limited amount that I can do in the story. I meant overall inactivity on the hosts part in the plot's ultimate progression and directing, with no real explanation as to what's going on that is preventing her from moving forward. and as I already stated, I just can't get interested anymore, so sure, I could "do something about it."as you say I should due to my own argument, but that "something" probably wouldn't be of a very high quality. But enough, let's just drop it for now until Grass gets back and sees it. I'd prefer to leave here without stirring up any unnecessary hostility

Hukuna It wasn't long before the Magistrate and the Sniper made their way to the scene via the roof tops. Boho was impressed by Sinbad, not many people were agile enough to keep up with him without any gear on, let alone while carrying a heavy weapon like the crossbow in his associates hands was. Hell, If he wasn't absolutely certain the man would turn it down, Boho would've even been willing to offer him a position in the Magistrate department. The Deputy arrived at the scene first, spotting three young men down on the street below instantly, identifying the Warrior types as Two knights and a Turk. The Turk and one of the knights had their weapons drawn, but he focused on the Diran Man for now, seeing as how the Knight held his blade rather easily in his hand, as if just in case things got ugly. The Turk on the other hand, was pointing his weapons at the other two men in a threatening manner. "Sinbad, ma friend," He whispered to the Sniper. "If you'd be so kind as to aim your crossbow at that Diran man down below, I'd mighty appreciate it... he looks a bit shady. Don't fire unless I say so though." Dobby, Exlink, & Typhlosion The Magistrate then turned his attention to the Young men below, calling out to them from the roof top he and Sinbad were perched on. "Well... What have we here!?" He looked over at the Turk "You might wanna explain things, folks, because all I see is one man pointing swords at other peoples faces, about to attack em, and another one with his in his hand, like he's expecting trouble... it would Be a shame if I can't get this sorted out and had to arrest all three of ya!" ERIC Eric picked himself up from the ground following the explosion a few minutes ago. both him and Octavia had been Knocked clean off their feet and had hit the stones... hard. He brought his hand up to his lip, feeling a strange warmth there. he yanked it away as a stinging pain filled the area, seeing that his palm was covered in Scarlet. He must've gotten cut somehow. he looked around, seeing that it was entirely possible since there was a particularly jagged and sharp rock projecting out of the cobble stone street, a few specks of his blood on it's porous surface. Octavia lay on the ground beside him. Apparently the fall had knocked her out cold. "Hey," he said, trying to shake her awake. He didn't really care about the fact that he himself was injured and bleeding. just so long as she was okay... "Hey, Get up Octavia...are you alright?" ((Wake up already... I'll leave it up to you as to whether or not Octavia was injured. you two were closer to the epicenter of the event, so the shaking was a lot stronger (All the buildings are still perfectly intact however...))

Well well, we're back in business. So, are you gonna wait for everyone to get through the portal, or are you just gonna drop us into the next circle and we can explain a bit for our characters at that point?

Well... it's been good, guys. But It's been, what, at least a month since any real progress has been made here? everyone involved has pretty much just been left sitting here twittling our thumbs. I don't know what's going on with these classes, but even accounting for weekends, I'm fairly certain that Five weeks has passed by now since the time Grass made her announcement. Look, I'm not gonna shit around: My interest in this thing is pretty much deader than dead now. and If I'm not interested in a topic, than my writting for that story will suffer dramatically, I know that from past experiences. so instead of staying in and causing issues because I've honestly stopped caring and don't want to put forth the effort anymore, I'm gonna go the Considerate route and save everyone the trouble of that by just bowing out. Effective immediately. Though I'd like to thank you all. This is the first RP that I had ever seen. It's what got me into this gig in the first place, it's what got my mere interest in writing to become actually writing myself. For that, I sincerely thank you. Onto the matter of Ethic. He's got family back in the Kanto Region. he would've had to communicate with them in order to arrange for Politician to be sent back home. The most plausible outcome is that he would've been told that there were issues and that he needed to come back as soon as he can. So yeah, there's your way of getting rid of him. just have him not show up at the academy for a days in the story and then tell his class mates that he had family issues that needed attending or something. I honestly don't know at this point whether I'll reconsider my decision and come back... but if you could leave some type of door way open for that, I would appreciate, just encase. Don't feel like your obligated to do that though, I'm the one who is deciding to leave. If you don't feel like doing it, Grass, then as a host myself I'll understand your decision completely and will never hold it against you. Well, there's my make shift letter of resignation. I bid you all good day, my friends. God Speed with the story. Sincerely, Stratos, The Sky Slayer

Hukuna "Ya know, Sinbad..." Boho said, drawing his blade and activating the resonance stone embedded in the hilt. a moment later the power of the earth itself began flowing through the sharpened length of Muinnat. "Checking it out is probably a good idea right about now." with that said, he reached out and placed his hand on Sinbads shoulder, casting his gaze over to where the noise had come from... and held it there for several seconds... and then for several minutes... Boho looked back to sinbad after a few moments. "Well... I don't know what's going on, but it looks like Light Walking isn't working right now. Sorry, Sin, but we'll have to get there the old fashion way" as soon as the words left his mouth, he took his hand off Sinbad's shoulder and sprinted towards the edge of the small roof, leaping off and performing a perfect flip as he landed on an adjacent building top, sprinting off and gathering speed to continue on. Sinbad would have to be quick if he wanted to keep up. ((just Follow after him for now. I'll say when you two have arrived at the scene)) Exlink, Dobby, & Typhlosion The Night wind howled as three young men all converged at an intersection on the street below the scene of the noises, each one not expecting to find the other two there as well. each of the young men stopped in there tracks, unsure of how to proceed, whether these other two standing before him were either friend, or foe. SAMIEL Samiel checked the streets before him, glancing down both lanes before proceeding. Aaron's unconscious form was draped across one of his shoulders, under the grip of a an induced sleep. The day had come... after seventeen long years, the day him and his allies had been awaiting... the day when this boy was needed in their fight against the beast of the Alpha... the fight against Rossephus. It had been a long time since Samiel had left him on the front steps of that house in a small Zrazaran town. He had issues with the order he had been given at first, but like any good soldier of GOD, he had done as he was told... even though what he had been told to do that day was to take his only child and leave him at the front steps of complete strangers. The boy had grown a lot, he was almost a man now... and that saddened Samiel... the fact that he had missed out on most of the boy's early childhood. But the Almighty rewards his soldiers for their deeds and devotion to his cause. and Samiel had been rewarded, not with Gold or Gems or Power or anything that any other man would wish for... no, instead of wealth and glory, Samiel got the one thing he had ever really wanted. He had gotten to spend a few precious years with his only son. The boy's childhood had belonged to strangers, but at least he had spent his adolescent years in Samiel's household. And Samiel had taken strides to make this count as much as possible. He had taught the boy everything he knew, not just about magick and the spheres, but about the world itself, about the allegiances of different people, about how some individuals could be trusted with one's very life, while others not even a loaf of bread. he taught him about history and the stars, about Wyrms and the men and women who used to ride them. But there was one thing that Samiel had never taught the boy. and that thing... was his real past. that thing... was what his true name was. The thing Samiel never taught him was who he was, who he is, and who the boy will ultimately need to become. and this is what caused Sam the most grief... the fact that for the past half-decade, he had to constantly lie to the boy. And over all these years, The boy had suspected nothing about his own lineage. he had never stopped to ponder as to why the hair of the man and woman who raised him had been light in color, while his was pitch black, nor as to why they had both had Blue eyes, while his had been green... well, no, in the boy's defense, he couldn't have pieced together any ties to Sam from that latter aspect alone. The man had been wearing a veil of illusion over his eyes all these years, portraying them to be hazel instead of the deep, vibrant green they truly were...well, at least one of them. in the other eye sat his mark of Divine Fealty, his oath of service to Marcelos. in that eye, there was no set color, it changed constantly from day to day, sometimes from hour to hour or even minute to minute. the only thing about it that had ever remained static was the Symbol of the Almighty sitting in the middle of his pupil. but that illusion was broken now, He had no more reason to keep it in place after hearing of his son's last Vision from the spheres. it had matched exactly with what Marcelos had told him what be the signal... a Castle, larger and more heavily fortified than anything built in this word, under siege in the light of a full moon. And so it was that Samiel dashed through the streets now, staying to the shadows whenever possible. The tower was where he needed to go, the place that him and Muya and the others had all agreed would be their gathering point on this day's arrival. But though a direct and peaceful route is what he would've preferred, he did not get that luxury this night. Rossephus had his men about as well, the Church Army. his pawns stalked the streets all around the two of them now, patrolling the areas of the city. already, Sam had been stopped and confronted three times now by them, and all three times, he had taken no time to speak. he had simply burned the pawns to a crisp. It pained him to commit the murders, a lament for those fallen rang in his heart even now. but with each other time, he did not hesitate to resort to it. He was no fool. though they all claimed to want to question him, he knew that if he stopped and indulged them in this, the only outcome would be his son's blood on their hands. And so it was for the lad he carried over his shoulder that he had killed these men tonight. And so it was that he would continue to kill tonight if necessary. He stopped in an alley way, not more than just a few dozen meters from the tower along the city wall. The beam of light still shown in the distance above the citadel. The ceremony had not reached it's climax yet, and so Stratos had not yet had the opportunity to fulfill his mission tonight, meaning that the Sky Slayer would not be joining them at the rendezvous area. But he would find them after wards, of that, Samiel was certain. Stratos was probably the most powerful warrior in all of human history, and that was just while on his own, not even in the company of his Soul-bound. He had been tasked with destroying that monster before anyone else in their little coalition had even been born. and if any man could accomplish the feat of striking down the Destroyer, then it was him. He took a moment, leaning against the wall of the alley, catching his breath as his son lay on the ground nearby. The boy was starting to stir, struggling against the bounds of the spell afflicting him. Seeing him fight like this brought a sense of pride and assurance to Samiel. this was the most complex and well put-together Sleep Inducement he could muster, and it had only taken less than twenty minutes for the kid to fight his way out of the deepest part of it and begin trying to wake up. This was a good sign for things to come... a very good sign. Rossephus may have the best army in the world and the strength of a thousand men in his arms, but they had a Savior... They had an heir on their side.

Actually... I'm liking the name "Archimedes" for Beldum.

Speaking of ol beldum, I forgot that it still has yet to evolve... well, we'll have to fix that. and Erick still hasn't given it a name...