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    Miraak

    [F13 EB] Tainted Prestige

    He would open his eyes once more, the light coming from around him was bright, anew. Looking around, he would find himself once again inside the chapel, the players no longer occupying it. A bright light lay in front of him with the body of an angel. Miraak would then look down to himself and see that he has been resotored. Afterwards, he would look to the angel and bow his head. Then he would say, "I apologise for my wrong doings. I understand now that the path I was lead down was the wrong one. If I may ask, why did the Lord see fit to bring me back after I swore his name and turned my back on him?" "You already know the answer to that Miraak. He is a merciful God. How many stories and lessons does the Bible go over regarding mercy and grace to those who have committed sin? Pain, fear, pride. These cause a man to do things they normally would not do. While you had allowed doubt to cloud your vision enough to deny him, your heart and soul yearned otherwise. You are the prodigal son Miraak. And the Lord's been waiting patiently, for you to come home.” Miraak winces from the words, knowing that the angel was correct. Sometimes, the mercy of the Lord was grand. "It is true. The Lord forgives each and all of his children. Sometimes, I believe it is mistakenly so." He looks at the chapel, seeing it ordered and clean now. "However, with the Lord by my side, I was truly able to see where I have went wrong and understand the reason of humanity. We are allowed to make mistakes so that we learn from them and grow. The Lord forgives us so that we can learn from our mistakes.” The angel was silent for a moment before continuing. "Strife and pain is evil in itself Miraak. But the Lord uses it to help his children grow. There was once a man who quit his job, his family, and his life because he couldn't handle it anymore. He asked God to give him one reason not to give up. The Lord answered him: "Do you see the fern? One day I arranged for seeds to fall beside it. I cared, nurtured, and fed it for a year. Nothing grew, yet I did not give up on it. The next year I cared, nurtured, and fed it. Still nothing grew, and still I did not give up on it. A third year passed, and still nothing grew. Yet I still did not give up on it. After the fourth year, a stalk finally grew out of the soil, though it wasn't much. by the fifth year, it grew into a six foot bamboo shoot, towering over the fern. Those years of no results. Of no fruit. The bamboo was growing it's roots. Growing strong." Just because the devil seeks to undo you by crushing you with pain and sorrow. Doubt and fear. Hatred and betrayal. Does not mean that the Lord will let it fester in you. He uses it to help you grow, if you allow it. Trust in God. Ask for guidance. And he shall light your way.” Miraak would listen to the story from the angel, taking in it's meaning. "A wonderful lesson. I thank both you and the Lord for everything that has been done. While I can't go back on my sins, I can atone for them. I won't be wasting this second chance. Early on, I followed the light of the Lord to understand how to turn my burdens into something more" Bowing to the angel, Miraak would finish. "Once again, I must follow the light of the Lord on to the right path” "I am but a messenger. Praise the Lord alone. Jesus has atoned for your sins in full Miraak. Simply seek the Lord in all you do, and do good deeds as thanks for all he has done. For your sins have been wiped clean." And with that, the angel would vanish. As it did, Miraak's red cursor would spin into a yellow one. "I have been given a second chance. I must do as I said, follow the light of the Lord. It is my job to ensure that this world doesn't fall to Sin by the same influence that I fell to" After having the reassurance of his own words, he would move outside of the chapel, seeing that many of the players were still in the courtyard. He quietly made his way to the Orphir brothers. "Zack, Uri. It is to both of you that I owe the most humble of apologies for the trouble I have caused. Through the lord, I have found the errors of my ways and plan to atone. If it isn't too much to ask, would you allow me to stay as a priest of this chapel?" After getting his answer from the brothers, he would allow any players to approach to speak to him. This thread will now close next Thursday at 8:00 P.M CST
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    She quickly moved to the man, cutting the rope bindings and the man was now free. "Let's go Cassin" She said and man looked curiously at her. "You aren't with the thieves?" She shook her head. "i am my own entity who goes and gets what it wants" The man nodded, reassured now. He spit something out of his mouth sliding it onto his finger. "What's that?" The man would smile and repeat, "It is the reason it took so long for the theives to find me in the first place. It increases both luck and your hiding skill" She thought over this for a second before saying, "Hand it over. It is useful for someone like me" The man glowered at her. "Over my dead body. This is my most valuable possession" Hidden shook her head. "A more valuable possession over your life. You're an NPC and I get my rewards either way" She quickly unsheathed her dagger, darting forward and thrusting her dagger into the man's chest. A fearful pained looked was shown by his face before he burst into pixels, his ring falling to the ground. <<Orange Cursored>> +1 Cassin's Ring
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    Evahira's heavy boot slid against the chamber floor when the first group's tank crashed into her. She braced herself, her expression contorting into one of frustration when Shield called out against the rest of the Council members, goading them on. She struggled for a moment against the force behind their two clashing sheets of metal, but it was when her eyes caught sight of the man's teammates rushing towards her own that she worked to retaliate. "No. No way I'll let you hurt them!" Her low growl turned into a shout. With a large motion, she circled her shield arm around to throw her opponent's defense off of her own. Disengaging herself, Evahira rushed forward just in time to catch the edge of Hirru's sharpened blade against her kiteshield, the emblazoned metal catching the blow that was meant for Isaxi. With one last flourish of his cutlass, Rori's blade also clashed with Hirru's. He wore the same grin all the while, seemingly entertained by the sparks that flew as he kept the Jade Hunter's sword from reaching the robed Elf behind him. He only grimaced slightly when the wide attack swiped across his torso, clipping his waist to leave a thin red gash. Meanwhile, well aware that Hirru's sweeping attack was intended for him, Ratar took a step and a half to distance himself while his left hand hovered beside one of the pouches hanging from his belt. He eyed the initial clash, but his attention was far too late in turning back to the rest of the raid group. First, the samurai's lightning-fast katana. Then, the bite of a spear that lashed out with enough radiant energy to rip his pixels apart. Ratar's red eyes widened as he let out grunt of pain from the onslaught, a cough escaping him while he clutched his side after the attacks has ceased. "Hah!" Beat's taunting was enough for Ratar's haughty expression to return to him, and the Elf sneered back. "You think we'll let you barbaric cretins tear down all that we've built?" He straightened up, bringing his fist up to wipe at a glowing red sliver that decorated his cheek. Isaxi's chin raised, her calm demeanor unchanging. "Very well, then." She replied to the players' outbursts, reaching a hand to pull an elegant rapier from its sheathe. The metal glinted in the light as she took up a battle stance, staring Shield down as his pull at their attention worked its magic. She engaged the tank, thrusting forward with a series of stabs and slashes that bounced back against the protection of his Safeguard. While his commander was locked in combat, Ratar's crimson eyes darted to her opponent as his fingers worked to grasp at the dagger at his side. He ran past the other Council member's scuffle with the green-haired one, rushing to Shield's flank to drive his blade into the man's side. His sneer persisted while he ripped it away again, either ignoring or oblivious to the fresh gashes he earned against the tank's armor as he pulled away, and the damage marker that settled on Shield's avatar festered with a sick, green color. Predicting some sort of surprise from the adventurer as his potent poisons seeped past his defenses, Ratar laughed. "As if your flimsy antidotes could stand up to my creations." Suddenly, after dropping practically to it's halfway point, Ratar's last health bar began to crawl, refilling some of its lost green color. The same happened to Evahira and Rori, whose indicators climbed until they settled back to their full amount. To the right of the engaged group, Durares' lips moved once again, muttering something unintelligible under his breath. In his small hands, the boy now held onto a deck of long cards, shuffling through them with skilled fingers. He stopped, turned over the top card, and a visual effect came to life behind him. A large, super-imposed image of the card flashed behind him, fading away after only a second. The semi-transparent surface depicted a woman in blue and white robes between black and white pillars. The Priestess, to those with a trained eye. Durares continued, paying no mind to the battle around him. He shuffled, drawing the top card again before flicking it away. It broke, dissolving into pixels in the air beside him, and he drew another still. The large, transparent card that flashed behind him this time featured a monster of a man--horned, with dark wings on either of his sides and what looked like the sharp talons of a bird of prey replacing the feet he crouched above. The Devil. Though the card appeared clearly behind his small frame, nothing seemed to come of it. Nothing obvious, at least. But before The Devil's eyes faded from view, a sense of terrible uneasiness washed over @Calrex, @Hikoru, and @Zandra alike. The axe-wielder in particular would feel a tingling, almost a burning sensation dance across her hands, though no damage came to any of them. As Evahira continued to stand her ground against their attackers with a look of determination, golden tendrils shot out from the Elven protector's feet. It looked as though the ground beneath them cracked, a puff of smoke tinted with lustrous yellow rising up before the effect faded away just as quickly as it appeared. Beside each of the Council's third health bar, a new small indicator appeared, as if their HP had been stretched past their normal limits. Tagged players have 48 hours to reply to this post. [ Deadline: Wednesday July 18 at 04:00 PM PST ] Council Actions Council Stats Player Stats
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    Pinball

    {SP-F4} Hell Is a Cold Place

    A pale, shaking hand gripped the weapon sticking out of his throat. A thin layer of ice began to coalesce across his fingers and arms and chest. Sugutsuya stumbled backward, half-falling and half-sitting in the snow. His health dropped lower and lower, a sliver of red with no forseeable intention of stopping. There was a sickening sliding sound as Pinball's spear pushed further into his throat, the spearhead burying itself in the ground. Sugutsuya's hand dropped. "Ahh," the dying man breathed. He grinned - a big, toothy smile full of emotion. Disgust, fear, hate, sadness... but above all else, amusement. It would be the last smile he ever gave. "Isn't this funny?" He laughed, but you could hear the nervousness in his voice, and it stopped abruptly. His healthbar hit zero. Sugutsuya choked, trying to turn his head away from Pinball's grinning face. "Finally." And then he was gone, the weight held suspended by Pinball's spear lifted. Pinball watched the remains of Sugutsuya, transluscent blue pixels, quickly swept away by the violent wintery winds. A small choking sound escaped Pinball then. "Huh?" Pinball lifted his spear, trying to let go of his spear - but his hands were glued, bound to the cursed item, almost like in some kind of sick pact. Zomekko's shadowy form uncoiled from around his weapon and arms, looking up at Pinball quizzically. The realization hit him suddenly, and it hit him hard. A long, painful groan escaped him, increasing in intensity as he fell to his knees, his grip on his weapon never slackening. He stared off at the sun rising up over the corners of the world, the cold wind blowing his hair violently and howling in his ears. Pinball hunched over, his hand covering his eyes, the low groan becoming a horrible, bloodcurdling scream.
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    Breaking through the ground level that separates the suffocating Underground from the barren Surface, the players that effectively make up the Frontlines would trek a generous distance over the Kriit Wasteland before they would reach the mountain ranges that housed the entrance of the twenty-third floor's labyrinth. Over the hills and into the mountain peaks where the clouds kiss the earth, the imposing tower that connects this floor with the next stands tall. The Bleakswords that once guarded the labyrinth's entrance have been dispatched, and its walls stand empty and quiet without any resistance to remain between the players and the room that houses the level's boss. Well into the labyrinth, sparks of light come from various torches that line the wall, allowing players to see that the walls are cut as smooth as marble--onyx panes arranged in various heights, following no specific pattern. At the end of the hall stands a set or large iron doors, made of a metal so unnaturally dark that even the flickering flames of the torches beside it seem to have no effect on the abyss-like entryway. Unintelligible whispers in a language unlike one you have heard before could be heard through the crack left in the ajar door. Yet as a hand touches the cold iron of the door's handle, the sounds immediately vanish. An ominous silence settles over the passageway leading to the boss room. Whatever stands on the other side of these tall, dense doors is ready, waiting for the brave fools to enter. OOC All players have 72 hours to reply to this thread to be included in the boss fight. After 72 hours, the boss raid will begin. All participants must list their stats, equipment, battle-ready inventory, skills, buffs, and consumed items in their post. [ Deadline: Saturday July 14th at 5:00 PM PST ]
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    Miraak

    [F13-EB] Demon's Crusade (T1-2 Boss Fight)

    The clouds would further darken, only occasionally brightened by a strike of lightning. The temperature would cool fast but it wasn't the cold that would send shivers down the spines of the players. The presence of a malevolent force had arrived, the very essence of evil. Uri Ophir looked to his older brother a final time before moving to the group of Tier one and Two players. "Everyone! Follow me please!" He would lead the players to the front door of the chapel. He would press his hand to the door, the wood cool to the touch. While the malevolence wasn't being radiated from the chapel, an ominous force lied inside. He would bring his right hand to his pocket, his face becoming filled with worry. He took a breath, calming himself. Unlocking the door with a key from his pocket, he lead the players into the first room. The next door was slightly ajar but as they entered it would blast open, revealing the Nave of the Chapel to the players. "Good luck players! Remember, Miraak has been conversing with demons. He is not to be trusted. Do not listen to him, no matter what he offers or says. Work together and remember that you are never alone. The lord is always at your side, even in the darkest of times" He would bow to the players standing before him. He would look back to the chapel, a silent prayer being made for the players safety. He would step out of the players way, returning to the outside and his brothers side. "I hope they can do this, it is all them now..." As the players would enter the nave of the chapel, they would find it in ruin. The once fine wooden seats were now found in scraps in the corner of the room. All that remained was a circle of blood, the altar, and finally the priest himself. Miraak is a well groomed man, his robes clean and his face and body well groomed. He stands before the players at the end of the room, a smile on his face. "Welcome, welcome! It is so great to see that we have a lively audience with us today for our very last sermon" He would smile brilliantly to the players. "No worry, there is room for everyone. I see many of you are quite uptight, calm down! I promise, everything is just fine. Zack and Uri have always been good at making people worry unnecessarily" He would move to stand in front of the altar, a staff with the top of a cross of gold in his hands. All players have 48 Hours to Post before the fight begins. The fight will being Thursday, October 18th at 6:00 P.M CST (No need to Post stats, just join the thread)
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    Morgenstern

    [SP-F22] Trail of Blood

    Follows up shortly after: <<Unyielding Rage>> They now stood at the edge of Coral. It was a normally peaceful town, but today it was a town for interrogation. If they were ever going to find his sister, than they were going to have to find out the last places she was seen at. He looked back, his eyes meeting Chaos's. "Well, are you ready? Until I tell you to, don't say anything. Just follow my lead. We don't want to scare her off... She knows who I am, so that's gonna be pretty hard already" He would nod, moving into town. He knew what house to go to and knew that Chaos would meet him there. Chaos would be in the shadows due to him being orange. After a good five minutes of walking, he would stop at the house, Chaos materializing in front of him. The man would reach to the door knob and twist it. Unlocked. Silently pushing the door open, they would walk inside the house.
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    Sahagin Chieftain

    [BR-F24] 'Sahagin Shenanigans'

    The air around you grows thicker, and heavier with humidity and moisture as the smell of salt hits your nose, and the sounds of waves crashing against a beach hits your ears. Exiting the labyrinth you find yourself on a beach. You find the sand difficult to work through as your boots and heavy gear weigh you down and cut into the sand. A few feet away up onto the beach, you can start to see movement. The movement you see, is of a large fish like creature. Scales decorate its body, large fins protrude from its back and elbows. It's feet are less like feet, and more so of a natural flipper or fin. It's stands tall, and lean at from what you could estimate 213cm(7ft). To its side, smaller creatures that look akin to him. Though in place of bright blues and reds, their scales and fins are green in coloration. There are three small ones total, each one carrying what is a small rod of what seems to be corral. Looking at the surrounding area, you can see a large ship that is square in nature docked, preventing the ship from drifting into the seemingly endless ocean. And beside that, a small shack. The large creature takes out a battle axe and props it into the sand before making its way to the door. He speaks, loudly so that his voices carries. "COME OUT OLD MAN!" It screams as it kicks on the door to the shack. "Come out now! And we'll make your sacrifice quick!" The smaller creatures jump around, seemingly excited as they chant. "N'Yes! Come out quick!" They say in high pitched voices, not coming through as clear as the larger one. @Ruby and @Hestia. You are to use your stats you had posted for the dungeon scouting thread. You have 48 hours to respond, or else other plays may get a chance to go first! (@Zandra You are first in line to join either after the 48 hour limit, or after two full rotations of combat. The reasoning for the extra alloted time for Party A, is for the delay in release.)
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    [Players have 42 hours to post (Wednesday, 1:30 PM EST). If players have not posted or finished editing their post said post does not count] Artamiel heard Shield call out to the others and only seemed more angered by his words. Before she could speak up however, another voice overwhelmed his own. Zandra's. The woman had broken and went into a spiraling frenzy. Launched into a berserker rage she launched at Artamiel and landed blows. The angel tried her best to parry and block the attacks but the berserk player managed to get through such weak attempts with ease and managed to deal some damage. Her fallen enhancement however, would not activate and thus her damage was not as lethal as it could be. "I'm disappointed in you Zandra. I thought you would-" she was cut off as she now received yet another unexpected and unwelcome intrusion. This time it was a small familiar that shot bolts of lightning at her. She ended up blocking the assaults, not worried about getting hurt but, something else she was concerned about. She was about to swipe it out of the air when Itzal struck her with his blade, causing her to grit her teeth. Even more furious he ignored her altogether. After that she heard Beat's words as he also struck her down. "You blasphemous little-" "Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind." Artamiel stopped dead in her tracks, horror on her face as she turned around to see the priest Zack standing on a small mound with his cross in hand, calling out to her. "For "Whoever would love life and see good days must keep their tongue from evil and their lips from deceitful speech." "Silence you-" she roared but flinched as he continued. "For such people are false apostles, deceitful workers, masquerading as apostles of Christ. Peter 2:1, 2:22, and 2 Corinthians 11:13! In the name of the one true God, Christ Jesus, I command you to silence! End this facade, and reveal your true nature fallen angel!" The instant the priest spoke the command, a massive shockwave would emit from the angel, knocking @Seul back with the others. As he did, it would look as if Artamiel's armor, wings, skin and equipment were torn off of her, revealing not a kind and divine angel, but a corrupted one. Dark gray with black robes and armor pieces. It's wings dark as the void, metal gloves pointed like claws, and an eerie glow flowing out of it's armored pieces. Under it's hood was a masculine like face, but. At the same time it wasn't. The fallen angel would land onto the ground, forced to it's knees by the very mention of Jesus' name. The priest called out to the players. "Do not listen to it's words! For the Lord loves every man and woman ever born. Jesus took on all our sins and died so that we may have eternal life. No sin is unforgivable." With that Zack quickly, and wisely, retreated back behind the courtyard gates. For just as he did so, a massive cursed blade would launch at him and barely miss. Artamiel raised it's hand as the blade flies back to it. The fallen angel quickly takes to the skies again, annoyance filling it's face. "This would have been far easier if that priest had not interfered. So be it then." Artamiel shot like lightning towards Shield, thrusting his massive blade into the man's chest. He received thorns damage but Shield also did in turn, resulting in a decent amount of damage against the powerful tank. "I'll just have to make you bleed." Note: Field effects updated. Only two effects remain for the rest of the event. Rolls Artamiel's Stats Field Effects Player's Stats


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