EDIT: This is now a place for me to put my Hierarchy of Hell.
Lords of the Nine
Avernus- First layer of Hell- Ruled by Llval
Dis- Second layer- Ruled by Dispater... still
Minauros- Third layer- Ruled by
Phlegethos- Fourth layer- Ruled by Jinx and Trigger
Stygia- Fifth layer- Ruled by Izkaila, the red devil lady
Malbolge- Sixth layer- Ruled by LeVeldrin the Somniscient
Maladomini- Seventh layer- Ruled by Drakyll, the tgrstr
Caina/Cania- Eighth layer- Ruled by Mephistopheles
Nessus- Ninth layer- Ruled by Sorcen and Aya Anenooata
The Dark Eight
Dukes of Hell
Thamkresbrex, "Brex"- Kyton, fighter/chaindancer, secretary of war.
Dominus Infernus Draconus, "Infernus"- paragon hellfire wyrm, the king and progenitor of the hellfire wyrms, serves as an ambassador of his race to Jinx and Trigger because his race lives primarily in Phlegethos.
Kadadune-Keeper at the Gate, a giant, black furred, armor plated, almost bear like devil; guards the gates of hell alongside Shendda.
Shendda- Watcher in Darkness, She resembles a human/drow hybrid (almost like a black half-elf), except that she has four great spider legs growing out of her back. These carry her along in much the same fashion as Dr. Octopus moves. She also always wears an eyeless mask, and is therefore blind. However, she can sense and read minds, and even destroy them from within.
Ahem I think I have found songs that describe the charector pretty well....
Sorcen
The Lichpire
Llval
Valoran
The Keymaster
The Demons
The Necromancer
The Devils
The Necromancers Leigons
IC: No sorcen was defeating his army..no matter "now is the time" he said all the sudden reimfrocemets showed for the undead army demon reinforcements as well as undead....
Accompaning the sarcasting drawl of the words is, quite literally, a rain of fire from the sky. Fireballs the size of buildings slam into the ranks of the army, smashing aside ballistae and incinerating shambling corpses even before they explode into miniatuere mushroom clouds. Bow draw, Valoran Galastini, the Butcher of the Sword Coast, walks to his lord's side, the attackers assulting Sorcen gone.
"Yours to command, as always, Lord Sorcen."
An image of teh battle and its location is sent along with that messege. Sorcen then turns back to the battle at hand and flies upwards to take the tarrasque head-on.
(I have got to go and since my army is growing by the minute feel free to keep slauhtring them....
"I'm I too late for the battle?"
OCC
What are we fighting? I mean, this kind of sounds like a free for all match, is it?
IC: Sorcen seems so small against teh massive Tarrasque but the beast's skull nonetheless shatters at the impact of the archfiend's fist against it. Sorcen uses the tarrasque's momentum against the lichpire's army and sends the dying and twitching body of the tarrasque crashing down upon the army below it.
It's form is that of an angel, but then the rays of the Hellish sun dance across its body, revealing a monstrosity beyond imagining.
Great pitted wings stretch wide, metal feathers screeching against metal: a high-pitched whine that drills into the consciousness like an auger. Twisted metal armor melds with raw flesh and white bone, and exposed muscles beat the enormous wings to a frenzy as the figure rises skyward.
A single eye leers out of the dreadful countanence, staring out menacingly, counterbalanced by a second eyesocket filled with a hideous, abyssal darkness that seems to seep outward like a deadly mist, creeping across the field of battle...searching for something. Searching for life to extinguish.
Reaching back with a mangled, metal plated hand, the figure grasps a rusty hilt, and, with a sickening tearing noise, unsheathes the terrible blade from within its own back. It raises the ruined blade to its once-lips, kisses the flat, and, with the acid of its saliva still smoking on the tarnished metal, charges forward.
Llval, Regent of the First, has come to his lord's aid.
OCC
Sorry if I'm doing this kind of wrong. Don't have the clearest picture on what's going on here.
"Gods! Its a miracle I haven't been hit yet."
As a catapult shot lands of to his right, crushing many, the air about him shimmers. All combatants near where the goblin once stood have also dissapeared with him. The proud few who can see invisable creatures can continue to see those who have vanished. Looking at the former goblin, the theoretical observer would note that his eyes are closed and his head is cocked to the side, as if listening for something. The goblin nods once, and springs into action. A blue blur races across the battlefield to the shadow gate, dodging shrapnel and magic bolts and he goes. All can note the path he takes, for creatures vanish predicatable in his path. As he reaches his destination, the blur of blue works his art. If anyone had the time to look carefully in that direction, they would note the look of fear that resides in some of the shadow creatures' eyes.
ooc
You are in a large army summoned by sorcen to combat that of the usurper: "rulerofdarkness." The creatures you see around you have been announced as fodder, have fun :D
"You!"
You know instinctively he means Kauli.
"Keep those earthen monstrosities away from me, I'll deal with these creatures of the shadow"
OOC: Ok time to get going, I'll be back sometime this afternoon.
Down with his manuevers, he throws the elemental into another one, shattering them both to dust.
A demon, mistaking him for dead, steps on the goblin's limp body as it charges to meet its foe; the poor creature didn't live long enough to repeat his mistake. Unpiercable shadow envelops the two 'corpses,' and from within, an unearthly screem of absolute, undiluted terror echos forth, in stark contrast to the screems of the dying, before being cut earily short. The normal sounds of battle echo 'round for several seconds before a silvered knife whips out of the darkness, hitting an earth elemental in the chest and shattering it to pieces just as the aforementioned goblin emerges.
Valoran pulls back on the bow, and the arrow blazes in raging red runes.
"Army, meet Wrath."
He lets fly, the arrow splitting innumerably to slam into undead, demon, shadow, and elemental with the force of an anti-tank round. The large, shuddering explosions of force that follow only add to the devastation, ripping out craters from the ground and sending shards of...things, everywhere.
"Come on out, you craven lich! Face your better!"
And in his wake the broken, shattered bodies rise up, bathed in lurid flames, and fight on...only this time, they strike at their own kind.
[color=green][b]Die, and be reeeeeborn, foolisssssssh creaturessssssss. Ssssssoon your masssster will join you.[/color][/b]
Valoran chants, pure force weaving through his fingers. The eldritch energy gathers, and then is released in the form of millions of screaming magical missles that rip into the ranks of the undead.
"Turns out, I MET Iaasac in the Jailhouse. He was better at this than I credit him for."
He continues chanting, gathering missles for a second assault.
Llval steps away from his victims, searching for the lichpire, his blade flashing seemingly on its own, for he does not even seem to see his opponents. And yet they fall.
OOC
Oh lordofdarkness...do I see you 
OCC Goodbye "Lord" Gearth.....
In open defiance, Valoran chants, his voice resonating with power as he spits out words of power.
"Clata, sonctu, nevvvarantii, hulgo, INVOCARI!"
Energy gathers around the warmage, swirling into a rush of wind. He smiles mockingly.
"Well, Lich, looks like our battle has begun. FRIGIS!"
A blast of ice rips out from the warmage, consuming the Fire Elementals with the very antithesis of their being. Valoran nocks an arrow, a black shaft with a single rune in its tip.
"You've met Wrath. This is Ruin. Say goodbye to your wretched tower, fool."
He lets the arrow fly, speeding like a crazed demon towards the tower. The shaft gibbers madly, hungering to consume the stone and magic that held the fortress in place.
For Llval has found his foe.
OCC Good luck finding me now and yes the army I have is still fighting you....
Llval is coming, and nothing will stay his hand.
[b][color=green]Run allllllll you lllllllllike, hide in the darknesssssss, flee to your fortressssssesssssssss...I will find you in the ennnnnnnnd, and your death willllllll be llllllllong and painfulllllll.
And what comesssss after will be worssssssssssse.[/b][/color]
[color=green]Ssssssssssoooooooo...wwwwhaaaaat happenssssssss nowwwwww, little mortalllllllllllllll? Do you dieeeeeee where you staaaaaand, or willlllll you try to fiiiiiight?[/color]
Soldiers scream in pain as the age-worn blade slashes through their chests, only to have their agony increased ten-fold by the posionous acid that now seeps through their veins.
A single downward sweep of his metallic wings and Llval rises into the air like an avenging angel. He clenches his open hand and flings his arm downward, bloody fingers spread wide. And all the men below him fall, clutching at their chests as their hearts turn to hot ash.
The remaining soldiers hesitant, reluctant to press to close to this abyssal entity.
Valoran, longsword in hand, stands in the middle of the chamber, looking highly amused.
"Lich, I believe I forgot to give your minions some of these."
The missles that have been swarming about him rip outward, slamming into guardsmen, and then seeking the lich himself.
"Surrender, and Lord Sorcen may grant you your wretched life. If not..then I will take it from you."
[color=green]Foollllllll. Did you thiiiiiink to sssssstop meeeeeeeee with ssssssssuch a toy?[/color]
Llval glides downward, metal feathers screeching. His hand shoots out, and the terrible blade lashes out at the lichpire.
And leave him there.
"Fool. You can't undo Elminster's curse any more than I can. I'm stuck here, whether you want me on this plane or not. Now that you've kindly exposed yourself, allow me to introduce a good friend of mine. I call it the "Litany of Blood."
The war mage begins chanting, and the room deepens to a dark red. He continues, caught in the throes of his spell, until it reaches a crescendo. The lich feels strange...whole, even.
"Welcome back to the living, Lich."
with that the FormerLichpire Transforms into a huge Shadow beast that could easily destory 10 gods.. and then a gaint shadow hand picked up the being that returned him to the living and snapped his soul in half and threw him down then he set his sights on llval...
As the once-lich celebrates his victory, he feels a splintered and ruined blade enter his back. Looking down, he sees the fractured tip punch out through his stomach, and his blood begins to pool on the ground, mixing with the caustic fire dripping off the blade.
Llval twists the blade deeper into his foe's chest.
[color=green]Do you truuuuuuuuuly think a Llllllllord of Hellllllllll cannot sssssimply returrrrrrrrn from the sssssssssshadow? Yourrrrrr banissssshment isssss nothing morrrrre thaaaaan a nuissssssance.[/color]
The arch-fiend wrenches the blade out of the lichpire, kicking the bleeding being to the ground and grinding an iron-heeled boot into his back. Bones groan and snap, and Llval learns close to whisper to his foe.
[color=green]But you willllllll not beeeee ssssssuch a nuisssssssssance any llllllllongerrrrrrrrrr.[/color]
OOC
Yes, even someone who can kill 10 gods can still be run through by the blade Ruin. Have fun!...but be careful. Don't make me bring in the big guns!
BIC: Sorcen dispatches yet another series of foes and turns to the new undead. He smiles as Valoran and Llval pursue the lich, "I'm having fun with these minions so you guys go ahead while we take care of theses guys." He smashes a zombies skull with a backhand as it nears him and lazily throws a fireball at another one. After admiring his work on these two, he begins a charge and backflips into the air. Upon his descent, he becomes a silver tornado and lashes out at the minions with his fists striking them as if blades.
Angry Gareth
FoD? F-o-FREAKING D? HE JUST FREAKING KILLED ME WITH AN AUTO-HIT!
Let me get this through to you, you weak-minded little KNAVE, you are EXACTLY the kind of person that I hate. You power play invincible characters that can't be beaten without respect to other roleplayers, their own powers or attacks, or their own characters. You blatantly disregarded FoD, and you've been doing so this whole match. You make no effort to literacy or grammar, and quite frankly, you have become the first person on the Map of the Planes to rouse my FULL, UNRELENTING FURY.
One. Last. Chance. Screw up again, and you will find out EXACTLY what it means to make Gareth your enemy.
Let me get this through to you, you weak-minded little KNAVE, you are EXACTLY the kind of person that I hate. You power play invincible characters that can't be beaten without respect to other roleplayers, their own powers or attacks, or their own characters. You blatantly disregarded FoD, and you've been doing so this whole match. You make no effort to literacy or grammar, and quite frankly, you have become the first person on the Map of the Planes to rouse my FULL, UNRELENTING FURY.
One. Last. Chance. Screw up again, and you will find out EXACTLY what it means to make Gareth your enemy.
OOC
Gareth...I understand where you're coming from, but fight fire with fire :D
Plus, if this continues...this is exactly the sort of mass slaughter that could bring back...well...someone
I think you know who I mean. And this lich would pose no challenge to him after this many deaths...
Plus, if this continues...this is exactly the sort of mass slaughter that could bring back...well...someone
I think you know who I mean. And this lich would pose no challenge to him after this many deaths...
OOC
I don't trust myself to post anything more right now. I'm not thinking clearly, and quite frankly, those in my immediate RL vicinity are in danger. I'll be back later, when I've calmed down.
or 
, I'm conflicted. Anyway yeh I noticed that trait of him but, as Aya puts it, I'm too nice so I let it go and hoped for improvement of his roleplaying abilities. Ah well. :OOCBIC: Sorcen hears the liches cries of invinicbility and promptly teleports to the beings minds and shreds a few peices of it, just enough to cause unfathomable and unextinquishable pain. The former-lichpire hears the devilish voice rng thorugh his mind, Sorry for the intrusion but I figured to give you a taste of my power momentarily before I go back to toying with your army as my friends take care of you.
The archfiend fades out of his mind and back to the battlefield as suddenly as he invaded the poor deluded creature's mind. "Anyway back to the game." He throws a hand of force at a few of the zombies and crushes them outright as he simultaneously turns and dispatches a line of demons with lightning from his other hand.
[color=green]Wellllllllllllcome, little sssssssssspirit. You arrrrrre innnnnnnn MY domain nowwww. There issssssss no esssssscape forrrrrr the dead. Therrrrrre isssss only an eterrrrrrnity of painnnnnnn.[/color]
Gripping the struggling spirit, Llval raises his sword to the sky, slashes it downward, and flies off through the jagged portal the weapon carves...
The portal to Asdioas, the pit of oblivion. And it is there that the last vestiges of the lichpire's soul will burn for eternity.
OOC
Unless you give me a VERY compelling reason not to. This constant attacking Sorcen is getting annoying, as is the god-moding. I'm doing this in the name of preserving Sorcen's empire, and therefore his network of awesome threads. So give me a good reason. New body or not, you were dead, and Llval has a special...affinity for the dead. Once within his grasps, a new body won't mean sh*t.
Also, PM me the reason. We're not big fans of purely OOC posts, as a general rule.
Also, PM me the reason. We're not big fans of purely OOC posts, as a general rule.
OCC
(if you want a history of this guy and his stats just pm me)
oh and lord gearth I am very very very very very very very very sorry about the whole soul splitting thing...if there is antything that I could do tell me and I will do my best
sincerly rulerofdarkness
The gaurdian lumbers forward, blocking the entrance with its massive bulk. It's voice is a low, rumbling growl, the words barely distinguishable.
[FONT="Impact"]WHY DO YOU SEEK PASSAGE TO THE ABYSS? WHO DARES TO ENTER HELL?[/FONT]
"Were are here to neigogite with the lord by the name Sorcen..he said and awaited the answer....
AND YOU THINK A LORD OF HELL HAS NOTHING MORE IMPORTANT TO DO THAN LISTEN TO YOUR PITIFUL ENTREATIES? SPEAK HERE AND NOW. IF THIS IS TRULY A MATTER OF CONCERN, I WILL ALLOW YOU, AND ONLY YOU, THROUGH MY GATE.
SPEAK.
WE SHALL SEE! SHENDDA, THE KEEPER COMMANDS YOUR PRESENCE!
A wisp of smoke spirals up from the ground, and a dark-skinned spider-armed woman stands next to the beast. She wears an eyeless mask over her face, and, resting her hand on the gaurdian's flank, she walks slowly towards the half-elf. Her voice is resonant and deep, and her mouth hardly seems to open as she speaks.
[b]So we have a visitor...but are you all that you seem?[/b]
The necromancer feels a tingling in his consciouness and begins to understand. This Shendda is a seer, and is reading his mind like an open book.
ooc
So...what does she see? Be honest now.
He is of no importance. He may pass or not. I leave the choice in your capable claws, Keeper.
The mist spirals up again, and Shendda is engulfed once more. When the smoke dies down, she is gone.
The Keeper reaches downward with a mighty paw and scoops up the necromancer. The beast raises the half-elf to eye level, and two burning spheres the size of houses stare into the necromancer. Below them, the Keeper's titanic jaws open like a yawn chasm, revealing a hideous purple tongue.
[FONT="Impact"]SO YOU HAVE BEEN DEEMED HARMLESS. BUT THE CHOICE RESTS WITH ME, AND I AM TEMPTED TO DENY YOU PASSAGE. CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.[/FONT]
I AM NOT SATISFIED WITH YOUR REASONING. I SAID CONVINCE ME, NOT DISCUSS POLITICS THAT YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT.[/FONT]
OOC
This isn't anything against you personally, it's just that the gatekeeper of Hell is obviously a bit nasty, and gets bored. Basically, he's toying with you
Ps I am sorry about my bad spelling and grammer it is late at night after all...
[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]IF YOU WOULD SPEAK TO LORD SORCEN, YOU WOULD DO BEST TO RETURN ANOTHER DAY! HE IS OCCUPIED AND IS NOT TO BE DISTURBED. BUT IT IS POSSIBLE THAT HE WILL SPEAK TO YOU ON YOUR RETURN...PROVIDED YOU ARE ALONE.
AND IF YOU MUST SPEAK NOW, I CAN ARRANGE AN AUDIENCE WITH A LESSER LORD. AGAIN, PROVIDED YOU ARE ALONE, AND AGREE TO SOME...REQUIREMENTS.[/FONT]
[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"]MY REQUIREMENTS ARE SIMPLE: YOU WILL BE UNABLE TO THREATEN US IN ANY WAY, HOWEVER MINOR. UPON YOUR RETURN, OR A LORD'S APPROVAL, THIS WILL BE LIFTED.[/FONT]
It turns its deep emerald eyes on the necromancer, and watches him passively, apparently waiting for something.
Our Offers
1 eculsivly provide modified devils and other cretures to lord sorcens armies
2 we would be willing to defend sorcens intrests if peace can be acheived
your terms
1
2
3
4
5
with that he hand the parchment and a pen to the the creture and waited to see what she would write.
1. Never again will you nor any under your command threaten the security of Lord Sorcen's Domain.
2. When within the boundaries of Hell, both you and your command must obey all rules set out by Lord Sorcen or his Regents.
3. Neither you nor any under your command will aid any other in threatening the security of Lord Sorcen's Domain nor in freeing Lord Sorcen's prisoner nor in any other form of rebellion or sowing of dissent.
4. The penalty for you or anyone under your command breaking this contract is to be determined by the offended party. Death, torture, and the forfeit of your immortal soul are considered appropriate punishments.
I suppose the Sorcen vs Celestials could work.
And so if needed... Blood For the Prince of Demons!! Skulls for the skull throne!
In fact... the comedy of a demon army at this point after the keeper said that, and the obvious response...("So... They no longer attempt such things, especially not under his very nose? "Yes" Can I have a soul refund?" "No.")
The 'loths are more like watchers in my game then anything, watchers and mercenarys, hence why this nycaloth shows up in the following story. Anyway heres a story I typed up in my insomnia of Sorcen invading the realm of the celestials on a covert mission to kill his second god, somehow St. Cuthbert's death was very mysterious and nobody knew it was Sorcen's doing. I'll have to post that story one day too I suppose. Anyway enough of my ramblings and on with the story, enjoy.
Sorcen vs Trithereon
Sorcen stood there at the head of his vast army waiting for his scouts to return with the signal for the massive planeshift. He thought through his elaborate plan of battle again, working through it thoroughly to work out any last minute kinks. Lost in his thoughts, he hardly noticed the scout's return and was snapped back to reality with the tiefling's announcement, "Lord Sorcen it is time."
The great archfiend nodded his head, "Pass the word along to the generals, we leave upon my signal." The scout replied, "Yes my liege." and promptly turned and walked out to pass along this messege. Sorcen meanwhile returned to his thoughts and began chanting the spell that would transport the entire army across the planes for a surprise attack on the celestials. The devil grinned an evil, knowing grin and turned to his gathered army with confidence. He looked his troops over then raised a fist into the air, "Today... We take another piece of the heavens my brothers. Ready yourselves for glory." At the conclusion of that last word, the entire army vanished from Hell and shimmered into view again when they reached the heavens, more specifically Arborea.
The plane they appear on is beautiful beyond words, tall dense forests with fields of wildflowers and grain. The legions of devils appear in the forest beside a great forked dirt road. There is a small community here in between the forks of the road, tents and teepees and the occasional log building are scattered randomly throughout the community. Sorcen waits and watches for a moment but knows they can only wait a few moments before they are sensed. He takes in the surroundings, a disturbing place, it reeks of chaos and celestiality. He curls his nose with disgust and waves silently for his army to begin the stalk before they pounce upon their unsuspecting prey. They begin waking in unison slowly and steadily towards the community, one of the men tending to his sheep sniffs the air and turns to see the advance of the baatezu. He drops his jaw and drops what he is doing as well as he sees the hideous devils coming towards him, then miraculously he remembers his duty and yells a warning, but it is too late. The devils have already pounced and have overrun the town, the man who spotted them already has his throat lying on the ground next to him. As he desprerately grasps for his disembodied throat and tries to gain his bearings, a pit fiend stands above smiling menacingly as his sword cleaves through the poor man's skull. Suddenly the tide of the battle changes from its former slaughter as a young, well built, tall man with red-gold long hair steps from his longhouse, he wears his chainmail shirt over his blue clothing and he carries his sword, Freedom's Tongue. His spear, Krelestro, and his Harbringer of Doom is strapped to his back and on a leash tied to his belt is the Baton of Retribution scepter. He charges teh devils with amazing speed and is accompanied by a hound, a falcon, and a sea lizard. Sorcen dispatches a few of the still surprised humans and spies this new being, this was his target, Trithereon, the god of inidviduality, liberty, retribution, and self-defense. The god fights fiercely but he doesnt notice the sly nycaloth behind him as it sticks the dagger into his back. The poor nycaloth is thrown backwards by the god's roar of pain and is killed by a soldier that has finally gotten around to readying himself for the fight, blubbering idiots had there been laws here then that man would have been prepared for such an invasion. Sorcen smiles at the nycaloth's death, although he lost an assassin he gained the death of another god, the poison in that dagger was deadly to the gods and that nycaloth had been paid well for his services. The archfiend kept his eye on the weakening god while slicing an enemy soldier in twain with his short sword. The devil lord began adamantly walking towards the failing god and smiled the whole way. The god, now on his knees and coughing blood, looked up at the approaching fiend, "You bastard hellspawn, you destroy the innocent with no regard for the sanctity of life and freedom, you seek to...*cough choke*... crush the people under your tyrannical boot..." Sorcen slashes down with his sword and stabs the god's throat, "Save your breath Trithereon, you'll need it so that you may live to watch your people die. I believe your realm will fit nicely into my plane, it will go with St. Cuthbert's realm quite well. Perhaps I could make the survivors of this hostile takeover build a monument to you in hell." Sorcen leans down to the god, who now lays paralyzed with only his face moving in agony and trying to speak, he grips the god by his red-golden hair and smiles at his lasts breathes escaping his body, "Good bye god of retribution. May your rest be eternal." he slams the now-dead god's limp and bloody head against the ground and stands triumphant above him, wathcing the slaughter of the community. He kicks the dead body of the god and calls out to his troops, "Take the survivors as prisoners, we will need to replenish our ranks for our next attack." The devils cheer as their victory is secure and begin to bind the survivors, most of whom are stunned at the brutal death of their god. Sorcen casts his spell again and they are transported back to hell, this time though, they take the entire realm of The Forking Road with them and annex it into the grand scheme of Baator's landscape, shifting and twisting the land to make it fit as if it were supposed to be there. As the army returns to their home plane, they feel replenished from their battle and their prsoners feel weaker and weaker by the moment. Sorcen walks among his prisoners and troops, congradulating any of his men that did well in battle and promoting a few while doing so. He studies the prisoners and smiles, "Take them to the pits for transformation." Most of the poor celestial beings begin to weep uncontrollably and seem to lose all hope as they are dragged away to a firey pit filled with the screams of the previous celestials as they are transformed into hideous battezu forms and their minds twisted to the breaking point. Sorcen watches a moment longer then teleports away to his throne room, he washes the blood and gore from himself with a wave of his hand and greets his queen with a kiss. He takes his seat beside her and communes with her via telepthy. Likely plotting his next vile invasion against the heavens...
The great archfiend nodded his head, "Pass the word along to the generals, we leave upon my signal." The scout replied, "Yes my liege." and promptly turned and walked out to pass along this messege. Sorcen meanwhile returned to his thoughts and began chanting the spell that would transport the entire army across the planes for a surprise attack on the celestials. The devil grinned an evil, knowing grin and turned to his gathered army with confidence. He looked his troops over then raised a fist into the air, "Today... We take another piece of the heavens my brothers. Ready yourselves for glory." At the conclusion of that last word, the entire army vanished from Hell and shimmered into view again when they reached the heavens, more specifically Arborea.
The plane they appear on is beautiful beyond words, tall dense forests with fields of wildflowers and grain. The legions of devils appear in the forest beside a great forked dirt road. There is a small community here in between the forks of the road, tents and teepees and the occasional log building are scattered randomly throughout the community. Sorcen waits and watches for a moment but knows they can only wait a few moments before they are sensed. He takes in the surroundings, a disturbing place, it reeks of chaos and celestiality. He curls his nose with disgust and waves silently for his army to begin the stalk before they pounce upon their unsuspecting prey. They begin waking in unison slowly and steadily towards the community, one of the men tending to his sheep sniffs the air and turns to see the advance of the baatezu. He drops his jaw and drops what he is doing as well as he sees the hideous devils coming towards him, then miraculously he remembers his duty and yells a warning, but it is too late. The devils have already pounced and have overrun the town, the man who spotted them already has his throat lying on the ground next to him. As he desprerately grasps for his disembodied throat and tries to gain his bearings, a pit fiend stands above smiling menacingly as his sword cleaves through the poor man's skull. Suddenly the tide of the battle changes from its former slaughter as a young, well built, tall man with red-gold long hair steps from his longhouse, he wears his chainmail shirt over his blue clothing and he carries his sword, Freedom's Tongue. His spear, Krelestro, and his Harbringer of Doom is strapped to his back and on a leash tied to his belt is the Baton of Retribution scepter. He charges teh devils with amazing speed and is accompanied by a hound, a falcon, and a sea lizard. Sorcen dispatches a few of the still surprised humans and spies this new being, this was his target, Trithereon, the god of inidviduality, liberty, retribution, and self-defense. The god fights fiercely but he doesnt notice the sly nycaloth behind him as it sticks the dagger into his back. The poor nycaloth is thrown backwards by the god's roar of pain and is killed by a soldier that has finally gotten around to readying himself for the fight, blubbering idiots had there been laws here then that man would have been prepared for such an invasion. Sorcen smiles at the nycaloth's death, although he lost an assassin he gained the death of another god, the poison in that dagger was deadly to the gods and that nycaloth had been paid well for his services. The archfiend kept his eye on the weakening god while slicing an enemy soldier in twain with his short sword. The devil lord began adamantly walking towards the failing god and smiled the whole way. The god, now on his knees and coughing blood, looked up at the approaching fiend, "You bastard hellspawn, you destroy the innocent with no regard for the sanctity of life and freedom, you seek to...*cough choke*... crush the people under your tyrannical boot..." Sorcen slashes down with his sword and stabs the god's throat, "Save your breath Trithereon, you'll need it so that you may live to watch your people die. I believe your realm will fit nicely into my plane, it will go with St. Cuthbert's realm quite well. Perhaps I could make the survivors of this hostile takeover build a monument to you in hell." Sorcen leans down to the god, who now lays paralyzed with only his face moving in agony and trying to speak, he grips the god by his red-golden hair and smiles at his lasts breathes escaping his body, "Good bye god of retribution. May your rest be eternal." he slams the now-dead god's limp and bloody head against the ground and stands triumphant above him, wathcing the slaughter of the community. He kicks the dead body of the god and calls out to his troops, "Take the survivors as prisoners, we will need to replenish our ranks for our next attack." The devils cheer as their victory is secure and begin to bind the survivors, most of whom are stunned at the brutal death of their god. Sorcen casts his spell again and they are transported back to hell, this time though, they take the entire realm of The Forking Road with them and annex it into the grand scheme of Baator's landscape, shifting and twisting the land to make it fit as if it were supposed to be there. As the army returns to their home plane, they feel replenished from their battle and their prsoners feel weaker and weaker by the moment. Sorcen walks among his prisoners and troops, congradulating any of his men that did well in battle and promoting a few while doing so. He studies the prisoners and smiles, "Take them to the pits for transformation." Most of the poor celestial beings begin to weep uncontrollably and seem to lose all hope as they are dragged away to a firey pit filled with the screams of the previous celestials as they are transformed into hideous battezu forms and their minds twisted to the breaking point. Sorcen watches a moment longer then teleports away to his throne room, he washes the blood and gore from himself with a wave of his hand and greets his queen with a kiss. He takes his seat beside her and communes with her via telepthy. Likely plotting his next vile invasion against the heavens...
To the Jailhouse.
Bits of him collect on the eldritch winds, and, slowly, he comes to realize what is happening. Desperate, he tries to assemble his shattered soul.
And, in that fortress, his body trembles. A scream rips from his physical lips, a scream of defiance and anger.
"NO! NEVER AGAIN!"
A red essence, Valoran's still-wounded soul, merges with his body. There is a flash of unlight, and then the warmage stands, blearily.
OOC: Even Sorcen signing a treaty with Demogorgon or anyone else for that matter, wont garuantee a lasting peace between beings with such wildly different beliefs. They can come together to defeat the celestials though and thats what Sorcen plays off of.
So yeh the 'loths would try and manipulate Sorcen but they dont epect him to be doing the same thing back to them.
OOC: I think we have vastly different ideas of demons...
1)There is no such thing as a treaty, beyond surrender. And even then that means 'We get to desecrete your soon-to-be-a-corpse body without repercussions'
2)Demogorgon means nothing. He holds a title and hordes of demons. So what? you've signed a treaty with the tiniest fraction of the demonkin. The face its lead by the mightiest of demons means nothing at all.
3) And no... Demons loathe celestials, yes. But they loathe devils about as much. The only mass exception is a direct invasion of celestials.
And 'loths... did figure Sorcen would try to do the same thing back to them. It's just they're, as a kin, laughing behind his back at this...(C'mon give them some credit, they've only been lying cheating and playing archfiends off before Sorcen's grandsire was conceived/spawned.
The above is likely since this Asmodeus clearly isn't The Lawful Evil (the fact he was slain, and the fact the nine hells haven't been levelled in the act shows this.))
And since we're in an IC thread...and i've ranting on this for long enough:
Racz'eul reared up his head in war-scream as he pushes on his troops, "To the castle Curs, or Your skulls shall join the piles of stinking dead! Wings, take the artillery!!"
"Are you ready, my Soulreapers?!" "AYE SIR!!"
"Then for the King of demons, March!!!" Though the portal!
As the plles of dretch foot-troops charge, clashing with the enemy, their screams of fear music to the piper's war-tune...
Far below, as the men and salamanders cut down droves of dretch, a sudden silence fills the air, as the air about the rift boils... And the first true members of the dmeon host step forth, clad in armour and armed with abyss-forged blades, chanting of blood- and death as the figure behind them steps from the rift:
A titanic blood-red monster, with great bat-like wings, long sinewy limbs, topped with an overlarge head, clad in black-armour and wielding a huge curving sword promising a slow painful end, whose very appearance sends droves down, struck dead, or sobbing nito the ground, as thousands of lesser demons scurry about his legs, his sry of war bellowing out across the field...
"Blood Drips, blood calls, Blood sings, Blood conquers all! Blood for the lord's cup, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!
Racz'eul, sorrow-sworned demon general has taken the field...
OOC:
Oh no Khael, I understand teh nature of the demons, I merely left out the details. Sorcen currently has a treaty of alliance with Grazz't, but he knows this treaty means very very little to his demon grandfather and realizes that his ally could turn enemy at a moments notice. And I also realize that a treaty with Demogorgon means nothing to the other demons because of their unstable nature, but this is an odd concept to Sorcen so he believes a treaty with Demogorgon means more than say a treaty with Malcanthet.
Thank you for the insight into demons, I believe you are the utmost source of understanding on chaotic evil gods and fiends. And your insight into the 'loths is quite right and had that open-mouth-insert-foot feeling when I read it, thanks though, I was playing Sorcen as too knowledgable there I believe.
Oh yeh, this kind of debate is fine in this thread I'd think. It has evolved into a multi-purpose thread now I believe.
Thank you for the insight into demons, I believe you are the utmost source of understanding on chaotic evil gods and fiends. And your insight into the 'loths is quite right and had that open-mouth-insert-foot feeling when I read it, thanks though, I was playing Sorcen as too knowledgable there I believe.
Oh yeh, this kind of debate is fine in this thread I'd think. It has evolved into a multi-purpose thread now I believe.
OOC
Ah, the old idea of "This is our ancient enemies organisation plan?!? It must be a clever ruse, since theres no way we could have be held by 'this'..." Makes a lot more sense that way, I admit.
The original explanation of the blood wars 'ending' though does read perfectly for the Archdevil point of view, which was a nice touch.
And I'm not certain if I should be worried about the 'understanding chaotic evil' or if everyone else should be...
And rulerofdarkness? Just to let you know, CA's earth Monolith's aren't really so big. It's got maybe 5 ft height on the demon general.
And never presume a demon does not have hundred of 'dances of ruins' at his immediate disposal.
The original explanation of the blood wars 'ending' though does read perfectly for the Archdevil point of view, which was a nice touch.
And I'm not certain if I should be worried about the 'understanding chaotic evil' or if everyone else should be...
And rulerofdarkness? Just to let you know, CA's earth Monolith's aren't really so big. It's got maybe 5 ft height on the demon general.
And never presume a demon does not have hundred of 'dances of ruins' at his immediate disposal.
Sorcen's contact hits a wall of sheer mental rage. Valoran's mind is shielded and consumed by it, and his ringing shout reaches across the plane to echo across the bounds of infinitely large layers.
"I. WILL. NOT. GO!"
Tendrils of magic rip into the ether, smashing aside denizen and lost soul alike, to wrap around the fragments of Valoran's soul. Snapping back, the warmage absorbs them. His breath is more than just angry; it comes in fire. Energy gathers around his body, and lines trace themselves without the direction of his will.
His shout is a release for Valoran, a way of gaining back his self-control. It is also a release of the energy. The lines, originally traced in fire, flash every color concievable, and many that are not, and a sphere of undefineable energy rips from the warmage, consuming the fortress around him.
When it's over, Valoran stands at the bottom of a crater.
BIC: Sorcen senses his mental messege forced back by the power of his friend, "Alright then, good luck Valoran, I'll meet you at the site of the demonic invasion soon then." With this he teleports himself in a flash of fire and reappears in the midst of the battle between the necromancer and the demons, he appears firstly as an ethereal image and watches, "Demons why have you come to my plane, you cannot hope to win with such a small force?"
Sorcen awaits the answer from the demon lord Racz'eul. As he does so he mentally contacts his forces on the first layer of hell and tells them to come to the defense of their homeplane, the marching of thousands upon thousands of diabolic soldiers is heard in the distance...
"We do not seek victory here, but to deliver to you a message. The war is over. Revel in your defeat." With those words he turns to yell out orders, as dretch troops pour though the rift...
"Take them! Rend their bones from their flesh, blood from their veins!!"
OCC
yes Monliths are that big they are gargution in size acroding to complete aracane you may be thinking of elemental gurus or somthing...
OOC
Nope gargantuan is the size, thats 64 ft max height, with a reach of twenty foot. Which compared to a Tarrasque say is still pretty small in the order of things.
then the necromancer began anthor chant "Lighting spread the curse of thorns among the demons ranks" with that thorn pvines appeared in the demons rank killing some outright will merely catching others in it grasp..some demons though were untouched...
Valoran is standing, quite suddenly, next to Sorcen. Apparantly, the man still has ghost-like qualities.
"You've neglected to bring in your best soldiers. Or maybe the previous management didn't tell you about them?"
Valoran does not speak or gesture. Rather, his face grows concentrated, and a complex design begins tracing itself in fire.
"I can bring them, but it isn't as easy as before. I need some time."
BIC: Sorcen stays near the demon general for the moment, "Half-breed... Ah well I cant deny what I am. To answer your inquiry, it bothers me that you and your kind would attack after our small time of peace but it keeps things interesting. You'll never get past our gates though old friend. I remember the look in your eyes as you sat at that table during our peace meetings and I knew your words were false when you reluctantly agreed to the peace between our two great races. I am grateful for the chance to match wits in battle against you Racz'eul."
His ethereal image bows and disappears, reappearing in the war room of the tower near the gates of hell. He startles his Secretary of War, Thamkresbrex "Brex", as he materializes from thin air, "Ah good you are here lord Sorcen. We have mobilized the primary defense troops as you ordered." The kyton, Brex, indicates strategic locations on the map and the two devils discuss their plan, which I cannot speak of for obvious reasons. ;)
Master, The trap was baited, and this bait taken."
As the demon's whisper, hundreds, thousands of rifts awaken above the field, as unstable as the infinite layers themselves, but lasting long enough to do the will of the demon legions Lord's will: Each spewing forth a pulsing bolt, the size of a small village, that erputs upon its prey below, the mass of humanoids below left dead, or dying half-melted, as the main rift spawns the true army, thousands of vrocks flying out above growling legions of Bar-igua's, millinos of manes and dretch spewing out, some trampled uder the feet of the others, as the few remaining Balors regroup with fresh packs of their kin, their master's cry bellowing out as he towers above his forces...
To War, To war!!! blood drips, Blood sings, Blood soaks midst all things! War, For our lord!!!
OOC
Valoran called them once before; The Damned. Technically, I inserted them as part of his backstory, but I have stuff written out for them. You heard of the Spartans? This is them, just evil. Really evil. They also have magic, something Sparta WISHES it had. It'll take Valoran a bit of time to call them; the alignment shift to LN changed the spell to call them for him.
BIC: As Sorcen and Brex pour over the map and create elaborate strategies, the first wave of devils reach the demon hordes. The devils are made up mostly of barbazu and lemures but are led by degons shouting orders from the back of the ranks. They are clearly outnumbered by the masses of demons but their strategies will even the odds. The degons stay behind and casts spells to beef-up the other devils as they engage with the demons. After the degons have exhausted their support spells they take to the air and begin to assault the demons from above with swarms of elemental attacks.
A second wave of baatezu march from the gates towards the battle, this wave made up of cornugons and pit fiends. Erinyes serving as archers climb atop the great walls of the gates of hell and prepare to defend against the vrocks heading their way.
And let this be a lesson, Jovocs should ALWAYs be used as short-range bombs in warfare. They're quite simply D&D's WMD... Even if a tarrasque will splash better.
BIC:
As the dretch and lemures kill and die in droves at the thirsty blades of the barbazu, the same happens in the air above as vrocks die to slowly wittle down the Degon foe, ruineous dances evening the field between the otherwise outmatched aerial demons...
As the elite devil forces come to the fore, to be matched by the fell legions, holes in the air above open as small black demons drop like rain, screaming and waillnig as they splash on the gates and walls, a subsequent slaughter of devils occurs, their bodies rend by unseen forces, as a tiny number of black demons rise again to slash at the gate guards...
The design finishes itself, its center point in the midst of the demonic ranks. The ground shakes, and then rises as a hill. Like a piston, the hill slams down, sending a rippling wave of earth that hurls the invaders in all directions. But, even as they pick themselves up, the area they were expelled from shimmers in a haze of heat. The scent of blood wafts from it.
As the haze clears, a thousand humanoids stand in a tight circle, shields locked tight. They drip blood onto the ground from their armor and weapons, and the malevolence in their eyes in unparalled throughout the Nine Hells. The stomp their feet as one, sending an ominous crash throughout the battlefield that demands attention. Their halberds are wickedly serrated, and glow with an eerie light, the taint of evil so pure that not even other fiends can abide it.
"The Damned stand ready!"
They chant in a military unison, before forming circular ranks to begin their advance. Pulses of energy blast from their halberds to rip into the Tanar'ri, and their lockstep brings images of cold finality to the mind.
OOC
Oh yeah, these guys are badass. Let's go over this, shall we?
The blood is their own, which they make faster than their body can use it. It is a powerful acid.
The halberd's bolts are nothing less than extensions of the Evil primal. They can and will shred anything that isn't Nuetral Evil like it was paper.
Their movments are a fear effect that only mindless beings avoid. Anything with an intelligence of more than 3 is gonna need to try and resist, because magic and natural immunities mean nothing against it. Meet Hell's baddest ass soldiers. Have fun with them.
The blood is their own, which they make faster than their body can use it. It is a powerful acid.
The halberd's bolts are nothing less than extensions of the Evil primal. They can and will shred anything that isn't Nuetral Evil like it was paper.
Their movments are a fear effect that only mindless beings avoid. Anything with an intelligence of more than 3 is gonna need to try and resist, because magic and natural immunities mean nothing against it. Meet Hell's baddest ass soldiers. Have fun with them.
The elf before you is about 6'4", wearing black kimono. Though not wielding any visable weapons prayer beads are wraped around his right hand.
OOC
Hmm WWED comes to mind here... But since it's pretty unsporting to bring a pee'd Primal to play (He won't like being used as a weapon by a lesser being...) I'll go for the... really unsporting plan. Also the unloading of big ranks needs a counter, and I can only think of one trump in that section that isn't more Jovocs (Because if you hurl enough via deep strike...)... Meet Racz'eul's master, sitter on the skull throne...
Valoran's bow is nocked, and another arrow is on it. Short and stubby, it doesn't look like it will fly well at all.
"Lord Sorcen will rule Hell, and he'll rule it over your bones. Damned, focus your fire on him."
The Damned shift their ranks, catching blows on their shields as bolts of energy now fire towards the new foe. Valoran smiles grimly and fires.
Sloth streaks through the air with agonizing slowness, stripping those demons near it from their cares, worries, or any other emotion whatsoever. They slump to the ground, utterly consumed by apathy, as the arrow sluggishly moves towards his target.
OOC
Used by them? Nah, Evil MADE them. The Damned, that is, in conjunction with Order. There's a Tanar'ri equivalent; the Accursed.
"Should we send in Kexsi and her riders in yet Lord Sorcen?" Brex asks. Sorcen shakes his head and the two discuss some things while Sorcen listens for Cysel's answers.
OOC
Don't make me siphon off Chaos for every blast attack... I'll do it...
In other words, I though Evil was my character to stomp people with, you got Chaos remember...
But the Demon lord of the dead is a pretty good excuse to bring those in...
All I need is Khael on the sidelines... Annihilators...[insert laugh that drives every soul reading it that little bit more insane...]
In other words, I though Evil was my character to stomp people with, you got Chaos remember...
But the Demon lord of the dead is a pretty good excuse to bring those in...
All I need is Khael on the sidelines... Annihilators...[insert laugh that drives every soul reading it that little bit more insane...]
He grins as they charge and throws his ball of energy at the closest one and attacks the others with literally blinding speed. He strikes out with his claws and teeth and when he stops momentarily he is now seen with a sword that is seemingly made of pure red and orange energy. He rushes through the ranks of demons in set patterns and dispatches most of them before they even have time to take notice of what hit them.
OOC: Drakyll, the tgrstr lord of the 7th, has arrived on the scene, at least his avatar has.
"I hate necromancers. Lazy bastards, the lot of them. Damned, close for melee. I'll take the demon lord."
Valoran fires, the arrow splitting innumerably to strike each of the onrushing undead in a flash of acid and flame. Another arrow flies and splits, and then another. His gloves begin to glow with a warm green light, as Valoran continues his ranged onslaught into the the ranks of the demons.
OOC
Valoran found some new toys in the Jailhouse. One of them are the gloves he wears; the Gloves of Gerrin. Gerrin was the greatest archer the world had ever seen, and when he was dragged into the Jailhouse, he elected to end his existence to merge with his archery gloves. The result are gloves that turn each shot fired by a bow holding them into enough arrows to strike every foe within range. Powerful, and deadly.
Another is his spiffy new sword, which he hasn't used yet. Ahh, interlinked backstories are fun.
The last is his new Bag of Holding. He keeps some...surprises inside it.
Another is his spiffy new sword, which he hasn't used yet. Ahh, interlinked backstories are fun.
The last is his new Bag of Holding. He keeps some...surprises inside it.
"Mine!" yells out a new voice as more rifts open, batwinged demons taking the field as a seven foot female passes though, to site herself on the demon lord of the dead's neck, "Any arguments?" "What Are You Doing here?" "Taking."
As that she leaps off his back and taking flight arcs over him, followed by her army, while below more rifts open spewing out dark-armour encased figures who plough though demon and devil alike, the bellowing 10ft figure amoung them screaming like a maniac, "None will stop my rule, maggots!"
Valoran picks up his bag from his side, holding it before him like a loaded gun.
"Never thought I would be able to use these. Attack!"
He opens the bag, and a pair of dragons roar out, freed from their extradimensional confinement. The two are twins, except for one key difference; one is gold, and the other is red. The two attack, side-by-side, always touching.
"You may remember Hover, the Two who are One. They picked up some new bodies along the way."
Cysel waits for sorcen to dismiss him, then heading toward the gates that his force are opening.
While in the air, the flying legion outrace their persuing demon and dragon, leaving the triple-head lord to beat one dragon with it's brother-in-arms, before another portal opens to release horde of demonical archers who notching bows, fire upon the flying legion, bringing the winged beings down in droves...
OOC
If you're wondering, I do intend to do something other than make a total farce where only the named devils and named allies get to survive and everyone else is either burned, squashed or a pincushion.
But not yet.
But not yet.
Brex answers him alomost immediately, "No I dont beleive he knows the spell nor does he have the patience. We'd need LeVeldrin for something like that, unless..."
Sorcen finishes his statement, "Yes, could you and your armies take this with you, and for the sake of the multiverse dont die man." The archfiend pulls a large ring from his pockets and hands it to the elf. "That should halt their abilities to bring in any more troops, luck be with you." Both Brex and Sorcen bow to the elf.
[b]It begins here...
It begins here...
It begins here...[/b]
A great breeze sweeps over the battlefield, dark and threatening, consuming all within its path. Demons and devils alike are thrown before the void-wind like dry leaves in a cyclone, torn bodily apart and scattered to the four corners of the compass rose. The screams of dying mosters fills the air, and Kadadune retreats into the gate once more to weather the storm. Another pillar of flame rises up over the battlefield as Llval and Izkaila return to the shelter of Hell's fortress until the storm blows over.
And through the destruction, the grotesque entity floats unharmed, watching through three sets of eyes, revealing in the pain and despair surrounding it. Limbs and bodies fly around it, carried up in a cyclone of void-wind.
Syrotaug is lifted up by the magic and dashed heavily against the ground. Bones snap and the winds drains at his essence, sucking him dry.
And the Dark Trinity watches. It begins here.
Below the arrow demons, sucked up and split by the force die massacred, as boulders rain down on the gate once again...
"Fools, He was right, I will rule here...", she laughs speeding for the the great city beyond, seat of the ninth.
Elsewhere...
"Yeah... You'll rule. Not."
NICE TRY, DEMON. BUT YOUR TIME IS UP.
"Thanks for the cover! Bwahahaha!!" Yells out a wormy demon who squirm underground a battion of demons in his wake, as anothe rift opens spewing forth more demons, two powerful figures among them, one a bird headed man-beast, the other a towering goliath, who ploughs into Kadadune, "You will not stop me, keeper, not this close!" , while the bird-demon picks up the broken frame, "Heh, see, I told you you were destined only for my harlot or my prisoner, Now you will be both, while I rule the Hells."
Cysel puts the ring into a pouch at his side. Before phase stepping over to his troops sorcen and brex hears him mutter, "Why can't I ever get an easy job, first it lafali making me give sluggy a bath, now this guy wants me to close a interplanar portal, while ever demon and its mother wants to kill me."
Back to his troops he raise his voice so they all may hear, "Lord Sorcen wish us to close some of these Gates. Strike Leaders Izen; Rin; and Zack; I want your company's to guard our rear. The rest of use will attack that gateway over there."
Forming a ebony sythe he uses it to point at the closest portal. A few thousand feet away. Phase stepping toward the closest demon he quickly ends it life, before it even falls to the ground he is already engaged with a new foe.
While there leader is creating a distraction, they charge toward the gate. Arcane powers is unleashed upon the defenders of the gate, knights charge toward the demon upon the war horses. As the two forces crash ringing of steel and crys of pain can be heard from both sides.
Once safly away he trust his blade into the ground, sending his energy downwards.
"Dragon Strike"
Fissures open up all around him, as a great serpent-like dragon erupts from the ground. Made out of blueish energy it brings death to every demon within its reach.
meanwhile
BIC:
"Rend and slay!"Yells the saly newcomer who emerges to find a wasteland, as behind the gates are fought over and over head the bird-demon flys, pack in tow...
BIC: Drakyll continues his blitzkrieg of the demons while a new wave of devils appear. These ones are uniformly copper degons and serves as flying spellcasters launching lightning and pools of acid upon teh enemies below them.
"Rawwwhhh! What is this?"yells out another demon coming opposite, "He promises I would be the only one here...""WHAT? Who is this?" "The keymas...no-one" "Keymaster? but he...You lie! Die" As the pair fight over head, above the city of the ninth, their retinues equally clashing...
"The gates are closed, I have send what remains of my forces back home. If the need arise I will call them back. I await further orders."
OOC:Cysel master? You mean Lafali
And yes, Lafali
Last orders...
BIC:
As the two demon lords slug it out above, the broken demon lord held be one of th bird-demon's minions looks up before slaying the holder in an instance to drop down... grinning...
"Looks like I might still beat you for this..."
As a great portal opens above the city, bolt of flames and hellfire whisling down to strike down the warring demons and the city of Sorcen below...
Oh and where are those demons at if you dont mind me asking? Again forgive my confusion.And the demons have reached into the ninth. Racz'eul didn't kid about when he asked how it felt to know demonkind could reach in under Sorcen's nose, regardless of the fact all those portals are the work of one being..
Hmm, I cant think of what I renamed Malsheem though.
Anyway isn't the first rule of good godmodding: "There is always a trump-card."
BIC: As the balls of fire drop, new ones open, these hole droppnig more flame, but these upon impact scream out, as an amoured horror erupts from the burning midst of each flame...
BIC: Sorcen recieves word of the demonic beings fighting in the ninth layer finally and immediatly sends word to the troops there to begin casting spells to banish the demons and to tap into the power of the bound celestials for their banishment and to seal the layer off as quickly as they can.
Meanwhile back at Avernus, the battle still wages and the demons and devils and the allies of the devils seem to be at a standstill due to the devil's allies and their regeneration and strategy.
As the devils on the ninth banish however, all they find is the numbers replenished at more fire falls from the sky, only for it's cargo to be banished once more, but this does not defeat the burning balls of rage from smashing into the city...
Meanwhile down below while devils cower in safehouses and barracks from the storm, one demon crawls down the city streets, heading for the great palace of the ninth..."Ha...*cough* I've beaten the others, and once I take my prize here... I'm get that betrayer. Oh..." As one of the armoured beings slams down besides her, only to lift her and charge down the street... a rift opening in its wake, as demons come...
Sorcen himself appears in front of his palace and stands between the demons and their throne, he speaks out in a booming voice that rattles the buildings around them, "What are you filthy beast doing here." He looks the demon lords over and prepares a spell while they answer.
Until Sorcen comes, face-to-face with the broken frame of the 'leader',still held in the grip of the armoured warrior. "Claiming Hell, and look... about, we have entered the heart of hell, shattered *cough*your stronghold and layed siege to your city.*splutter* Do you honestly think the realm will choose you over me after this after you've failed so badly to hold it?"
OOC: If you're wondering what in the abyss she's talking about, don't forget, Hell is as much a being as Sorcen, and it does have a say in who rules, and is in some storylines, known for changing its mind (Lucifer the Satan Vs. Asmodeus storyline, where Lucifer loses control of hell, not because he was personally weaker (He could have crushed Asmodeus), but because Asmodeus' legions have taken control of everything but the layer itself. It chose Asmodeus and the extra power allowed him to cast down Lucifer.
Not that that'll happen here...
BIC: The archfiend calms himself and stands in his place and watches the demoness, "I remember well the fickle nature of this entity known as Baator, she has chosen me as her force of will though and blessed me with the power to depose of my parents. How are you so certain that she will choose you, a demon, over me. I'm curious, demon, who sent you, who granted you entry into Nessus? I know you're not powerful enough to bypass my defenses so who then?"
BIC:
Sneering at sorcen though with a wary look, " Because you've proven your kin weak, you think you can rule? Even after we Tanar'ri have shattered your own seat? In other words, I'll be chosen because you've only proven your kind are weak and pathetic, so weak a demon will no doubt take this place, and I will.
"No-one sent me, I serve no other! And I could bypass you..."I did.", calls out the new speaker, from behind Sorcen, a figure clad in a black cloak with a hooded face.
"YOU! You told me I would be able to get here unhindered and i find so ma..."*CRACK*, as the armoured thing shatters her neck with its hand.
"Thhank you, she was getting so annoying."
BIC: Sorcen turns to the new being before he speaks as if sensing his presence, "And who might you be, I believe I have seen you before but you all look alike to me. Did you break my barriers then, you are certainly more powerful then her but powerful enough to overcome Karatid?"
BIC:
"Doubtful you've ever seen me before. Or my kin. I am the one who carried this plan out but... well, let's not spoil the surprise, eh? My master just wanted to see what things were like here, and i've seen. Ciao..."
With that word, the hooded keymaster, and the armoured figures blink out of sight with multiple *pop*s as the opened rifts sputter and fizzle before blowing, unleashing one last torrent of arcane fire that burns down on the demons and the city charring many away, as demons teleport in fear fleeing the plane, their number broken by the magic that brought them as they rush for the more stable portals out...
BIC: Sorcen watches the demons and the strange being leave, he seems deep in thought for a moment then sends out orders and begins returning everything to normal. The devils and other beings on Avernus bring themselves back to the gates of hell and their respective posts.
He transports himself to the tower with Brex on Avernus, "Well since the Blood War has begun anew we have need to take more territory to establish our control." He waves his hand and a map of the planes(;) ) appears on the table, he points to a solar system marked with a number 4, "This one and its trinity planet 4-10 are of some magical significance..."
He turns quickly to notice a small quasit watching and listening, the tiny demon grins widely and promptly disappears. "Damn, now the demons know, get the men ready for an expedition to 4-10 so we can claim it."
Brex bows and puts his hand to his chest as a salute and walks out to gather the Bezekira Riders and their leader Kexsi.
OOC: If anybody objects to 4-10 being fought over then I can change it, heres a picture of it if you wanted to see which planet I'm talking about. I've mapped out about 15 solar systems so far and plan to do alot more eventually.
By no means will they have given up, it simply means they'll have to come the normal route: Steady destruction of each hell in turn.
However long-term army games get boring i'm afraid so I'll be sticking to far more interesting intentions of the 'keymaster', his kin and master. Which means if another would like to play demons, I'll chip in with the odd uber-invasion add-on... Heck, it'd be far more interesting if I actually had someone to double-cross...again as it were.
BIC:
The hooded being indentified as the Keymaster walks into the high hall, a mass of seatings about the place leaving the centre and the far end clear, many hundreds of similarly clad beings sitting down in waiting, as the 'keymaster' steps into the centre, to the sound of scraping feet on the floor.
"Brothers, master, as assigned I infilrated the lairs of multiple demonlords of this world, and 'persuaded' them to attack the ninth. As surmised the hell here swiftly broke down, and it is possible had our favour not been withdrawn, Tanar'ri blood would rule Baator. We we did, and so it does not."
"Indeed,"at this another cloaked figure stands, "Brothers, just recently I intercepted a quasit in passing *Belch*, it carried information on how this 'Sorcen' intends to release forces to take a small group of planets."
"So what course do we take here, to watch, or to intervene in this? Master, Oh lord of the flames of hell, your judgement?"
Att his the far end of the hall erupts in flames, blackening the tiles beneath, as a mass of flames boils in this midst, a vague head visible... "They Will Perish But Not This Day, Send Forth A New Messenger That The Whelpdemons Of This World May Do Your Task For Us, While We Wait Until Such Time As Our Own Forces May Pass Into This World And Then I Shall Come Forth In Flesh And Make This World My Own. So Say I, So Shall It Be."
After this brief passing of words the fire flickers and dies out, as the hooded figures straighten and stand, marching out in single file, the one known as the 'keymaster' lost in their ranks...
Back at the tower: Sorcen and Brex discuss plans for defense and decide to call a meeting of the rulers of the layers. Drakyll is the first to answer followed by Mephisto and LeVeldrin's image appearing about 15 minutes later simulataneously. Dispater is teh next to come in after another 5 minutes. Sorcen sends someone to the bar to retrieve Jinx and Trigger.
OOC:
Sorry if this sounds like godmodding but I really dont see Sorcen's hell being invaded as easily as you did it, so thats why I'm just roleplaying it as him having such a lax evironment lately with the arena and the peace between demons and devils. Keep in mind that normally the battles rarely go even to Avernus, let alone going to Nessus to disturb the devils, likewise with the Abyss, the war rarely gets to the Abyss itself but they dont have the same defences as Baator does. Anyway this is a rare event for the demons to reach Nessus and it was because of the peacetime of the Blood War. I beleive if LeVeldrin was here too then it would have made a big difference due to his planeswalker powers.
Point: The defences are now readied and set up so that such an invasion wont happen again, if you think it can then post reasons and we'll dicuss it first if you dont mind. Sorry if this sounds wrong, thanks for the cooperation.
Point: The defences are now readied and set up so that such an invasion wont happen again, if you think it can then post reasons and we'll dicuss it first if you dont mind. Sorry if this sounds wrong, thanks for the cooperation.
"What would you like me to do?"
OOC: The way it is now where we arent defending home ground then it makes it easier for people to choose the demons over the devils. So feel free to choose whichever side you like and control the demons invasion of the planets and fight devils and kill the natives, I know my baatezu will likely go around taking those natives and concerting them to lawful evil and perhaps enslaving them.
As to how the demons did it... It's simple, it wasn't laxity or anything (Though that probably helped get so many demons lords though with retinues), but an outsider.
Someone who Sorcen didn't plan for, because it had never been there to consider...
After all, if you can open a gate to bring warriors from other worlds into your arena, what do you do when someone comes though of their own accord? The lord of hell's fires to be precise...
(AKA I'm not going to explain everything yet. But Sorcen couldn't predict it, because the threat only just arrived.)
Reaching into his pouch, cysel brings out a small black orb. Tossing it upwords he whispers, "Ka-ka, I have need for you."
The orb rabidly expands into a long black serpent-dragon. To those who have come across the supstance from the negative energy plane called void stones recognize that the dragon body is like living void.
"What do you need young one?
"Take me to that planet."
"Very well, but would you like to kill these devils first?"
"Master not at war with them. At least not at this moment in time.", climbing on ka-ka back, cysel seems to concertrate as a gate open up, leading to a vast desert. Once the dragon flys though the gate it winks out of existence.
OOC: So its like the african wilderness?
BIC: The black serpent dragon with the elf on its back appear in the air above the plain. They see the multiple forms of wildlife below and spot teepees in teh distance as they descend to meet Kexsi and her remaining riders at the base camp resting in the shade beneath a tall acacia looking tree.
Kexsi appears as a 5'5" half elf with stubby horns and reddish hued skin, she smells of brimstone and her eyes glow red. She is young and shapely, her clothing is tight leather armor with knives hidden throughout it and a whip wrapped about her waist. Her bezekira glows red, matching her eyes, but is otherwise a normal hellcat and almost invisible in the dim light of the cloudy savanna.
As the elf approaches, Kexsi watches him closely and waits for him to land, "We have marked off about a twenty mile square of this land in the name of the baatezu. We discovered natives and developed peaceful relations with them so far. They are a race of blacked skinned humans that keep large, grey-armor skinned people with a large nose-horn as slaves and from what we gather, they have bipedal creatures similar to these six-legged mortal hellcats that roam the land and these bipedal hellcats prey upon the humans and their pets. I assume Sorcen sent you?"
OOC: Shes basically means that the bezekira riders have made contact with a race of black skinned humans here that keep rhino-men as slaves and they are preyed upon by 4-armed lion-men. The lions of this world are more more orange in color and have blue stripes on their tails and have 6 legs. And yes I'm just making this up off the top of my head.
Circlering overhead is the void dragon, keeping watch over her young master.
On the savanna: A scout comes back to Kexsi and she responds to him quickly, "Sorry, yes it is good to see another half-elf, I sense celestial power on you though so I fear we have chosen different paths for ourselves. It is nice to meet you nonetheless though Cysel, I am Kexsi, leader of the Bezekira riders. I'm not sure exactly what Sorcen sent you here for but I assume it is to help me. If you truly are of celestial powers or even neutral then you will be invaluable with speaking diplomatically with the natives. Care to accompany me to their village."
She gestures towards the village, barely visable in the distance, and waits to follow with him, leading her hellcat behind her.
"You are mistake, for I am not of celestial origians. In fact my people consider me a demon. My father was a daiyoukai, what you would call a outsider. Though I would love to accompany such a beautiful lady. I am ready when ever you are."
Two hours Later
The necromancer stood at the edge of a forest near the mindflayer city...then he spoke "High Marshal Lead leigons 1-500 into battle (About 5 million men) and prepare for a long fight". momments later the battle began as 5 million men rush up ladders to the top of the wall...
The necromancer watched the battle he saw his troops overwhelm their defenses and destory their wall while shouting their battle cray "For Power and Glory"!!
it was a good day he sent some mental images of the battle to sorcen.
BIC: Sorcen smiles at the mental images of the necromancer's victory, he sends his mental messege reply, Well done, secure a base camp and expand from there. Contact me if you need any reinforcements or supplies.
BIC The necromancer had watched the battle with intrest. but now it was time to set up base he had officly renamed the city it was now called the City of Darkness. the mindflayer leader had been captured and exucatued the mindflayers remaining armies numbered about 4 million which were scattered across the contint they would be hunted down soon.....
As the hooded servants last words leave his lips, the air about him bursts into flames...
"They Do Nothing? Insolent Devilkin, They Hold No Strength, No Power, Nothing!"
"Indeed si-""Did I Permit You To Speak?! Silence. I Shall Send Forth Three Of My Servants Unto This Realm, And You Will First Inform Each Of The Locations Of These Worlds, While Rounding Up A Legion Of The Whelps. Then They Will Do What These 'Tanar'ri' Cannot, Take These Worlds, And Put Them To My Flame, They Will Be OBLITERATED!!"
"A- at once, my lord."
With a surge of flame, a small protal opens, three cloaked figure stepping though as the portal terminates behind them, the hooded servants awaiting them.
"You are the lord's champions?""We are,", speaks one, "We know our tasks, now where are they?""We were told you where to provide us with distractions for our missions."
"Come I will show you your targets, and your troops, such as they are."
"Something about a 'keeper having taken the third planet."
"I... see. Then you two, here. Now go. For the Master's will."
"For the master.
"Ditto"
"For my underpants.""Would it kill you to use a little decorum?"
OOC: Yup... When/if any of you go for the third planet, it's the gatekeeper's 'yard now
"Hmmm, to destroy this place from here, or go up close. Close.
Iagyr, i'll be taking out the target myself, your own mission is this: Level, burn and ravage every inch if this world."
At his words the horned man-beast behind glares, before nodding.
"Time to get to work," proclaims the figure as he sheds the robe, revealing a gangly man, with a long coat and sunglasses, a bandolier packed with several cases over his chest, from which he plucks something, moves it in his hands, before drawing uot a single thin object.
"I bring forth the magic of the legendary ocean!" As the ground beyond turns to water, thoguh everything still stands on it as though it were an illusion... "Now... I summon the Levia dr-"
Elsewhere:
The other two stand atop a palteau, overlooking the land beyond. "Any ideas?" "Other than just lauching as many demons as possible, none."Oh well, then we'll just have to go with my plan. Round up as many demons that can dig as possible."
And once more elsewhere:
Looking down upon the ravaged terrain, about the pit as demons scurry back and forth great mounds of earth being moved, piled up into great defensive enplacements.
"How long?"
"It will take dayss, weekss, the earthhh iss is toughhh, masster".
"You have hours. This site is well behind the others in depth and my master is not known for this patience in these matters.""Your Masster?! Your masster is a coward whhos hhides elsewhhhere, while we slave for him? He knows nothing of our opponent, nothing of devils..."
"Mostly because he eradicated every one from his domains. We'll probably know nothing of tanner'ri in that case.
"Tanner'ri? You insult-"No, I tell. I don't care what you are, You will, bring this site up to speed, you will serve, or you and all your kind will fall, 'til none even remember what who once were. Understand?"
BIC:
As the men move out, the coated figure rises up from the 'ocean', feet planted on the back of a long sinewous scale body, it's draconic head rising from the depths...
"*Sign* I sorta expected your boss to come and greet me, but you'll have to do." As he draws out another thin object, and rises it to the heavens, "Pyroclasm!", fires surges over the waters surfaces scorching the men, and leaving only metal and cinders.
"Now then time to get up a gear, I tribute the levia dragon to summon the ocean lord!", as the beast beneath his feet shatters, only to be replaced with another, larger mass, which, master on top, drives for the castle...
At his words the missiles stop in midair reflecting back on their launchers, arrows piercing archers, bolts lunging though ballistas, stones crushing catapults...
As the mighty beast surges forward, water building up about it in a tidal wave...
OOC: Little help if you want:
Look at TCGs, more accurately Yugioh and M:TG. It should help to predict a couple of the more devastating counters.
"I wanted to hold this a little but since you insist... I sacrifice the legendary oceans magic to allow the Neo-daedulus to destroy, well everything."
At his words the ocean shatters, taking everything about it with it, fields, grass, mighty sections of castle, and men many many men, shattering the army within, as they are swept away by the shattering magics, only the sea-beast, revealed as a mighty draconic being, that twines and slithers, and its rider are left, as the serpent dragon charges, its manylimbs carrying it across the ground...
"Your turn, sorcerer."
Also rulerofdarkness, an intended effect i'm going to use on you soon is a violation of the FoD rule, so if you have no problems with that (Or do have a problem) do tell me so I can adjust accordingly.
BIC:
Planet 2:
As the necromancer's blast destroys the sea serpent, his opponent draws out another card, laying it down, before shouting out, So, you like to play with direct magics huh? I summon the marauding captain, and use his side effect to play down a troll ascetic and then I play mist body on the ascetic..."
At his words an armoured man appears out of no-where, as a green-skinned strangely misty humanoid steps forth from under his shield.
BIC
seeing the serpent destoryed the necromancer chanted anthor spell it was but a whisper but the spell created a forcefeild to protect him he then leveled his staff at the card weilder and muttered a word as green lighting shot towards the card weilder.
BIC:
The lightning washes over the card player, his face creased up with pain, as he sinks to his knees, before rising as the lightning ends, before drawing out another two cards, I summon the Ivory mask and the power of worship!", as an ivory face forms over his own, and a mgihty icon in his image appears behind him...
OOC: Ivory mask (m:tg player enchantment) stops him being targeted and he's wearing the mask...
EDIT: No problem, edited.
BIC: planet 2:
"Heh, I activate the cursed seal of the forbidden spell!", as the card on the floor, flips itself up into the air, as energy crackles and the dispel is nullified (and then some...).
"Lava axe!", as a burning axe of molten stone appears hurtling out of middair to wards the necromancer.
Planet 1:
"Hey, one of the guards says they saw something from above, I reckon we've got our prey coming. Hows the pit?"
Not deep enough but coming. We need to start swarming this place, if they've found us".
"Interestingly, the reason I favour that particular, if rather specific, counter over others, is its secondary effect: It'll counter any new spells it countered previously."
OOC: What happned to the ascetic and captain? They went on the attack, and you never responded to them...
It's effectively indestructible to most forms of attack now (It can't be targeted by its effect by an enemy, and the mist body it was enchanted with means it can't be killed in a fight...BIC: Planet 2:
As the blade connects the captain shatters, but the blade passes though the ascetic, who swings its club at the necromancer...
"huh... I lay this down and summon the umi!" as a great body of water lays itself out, turning the gorund to liquid thoguh everyone still stands as though it were ground.
Swarms of demons, mostly dretch crop up about the demon hill/'camp' before piling into the structure, with winged demon opening wings to circle high in the sky above...
Cysel looks up at ka-ka, I hate to bring bad news, but there is a small force of demons approaching from the south west."
She flashes a smile to him and races off back to the camp and contacts Sorcen. When she finishes speaking with the devil lord, a few new portals appear and a fleet of airships come through, crewed by numerous devils and tieflings and even some mortals. They race through the skies propelled by hellfire engines and charge the demons, readying themselves to unleash various spells and weaponry against the tanar'ri.
"Now how deep?"
"Still not deep enough, but the scouts have definate locks. I'm going to the other end. See you soon."
"Fine.
....
....
How long does it bloody take you hell-brats to break in?!? I'm bored already!"
Planet 2:
Despite the necromancer's magics, thus far the troll seems inpervious to anything, for the spell blows off it like nothing. Not so the wish, which shatters the mask, and the cold, for the 'ocean' freezes...
"Nice play, but not good enough, as I play those two down, and summon a stuffy doll, trageting you necromancer, as the target of its power!"
At his words two cards appear face down, one in front of the elementals and joined by a second monster, a small stuffed doll, with pins sticking out.
BIC: The remaining airships form a defensive formation around the base camp and circle low to the ground with a few hidden in the clouds above and scattered spaciously.
Cysel starts to run out of the camp, heading northwards. Once outside of the camp ka-ka flys closer to the ground so that cysel could jump up onto her back.
With great speed they fly toward some strange cloud's.
OOC: Dont think I will beabule to post much for a few days/
BIC:
Planet 1:
At the sight of the ariships coming in, winged demons move to attack, winging in from all directions, as down below demons scurry in and out of the mound.
"Their here. Arial attack in flight."
"Great. Get them in close, I'd like to do as much damage as possible no matter what she says."
BIC: The battle rages as all manner of spells are loosed from the decks of the airships. The Baatezu ships chase and destroy the demons but keep away from the ground and seem to stop at a certain distance before reaching the demon's camp.
A familiar face pops up on one of the larger ships. He seems to be the captain and is shouting orders all around to his crew. He is Katarez, the minotaur bounty hunter warlock that lounged around in Krede's Cafe for some time. His bat familiar is perched on his great horns and he wears a large brimmed hat with a black and red feather sticking from it.
He wears simple brown pants, large black boots, and no shirt but has a belt strapped across his chest adorned with pouches and knives. He wears another belt, similarly adorned, around his waist and his fur is black with a deep red hue to it in wide bands that blend well into the black. He wears a plain looking silver ring and has a ornate looking short sword through his belt loop. Hung about his shoulders is a plain looking brown cloak.
BIC:
Planet 1: Down below the mound sits, nothing visible from the outside, no demons, no life, the only sign now the mound itself...
Hellfire Engines- This engine is a steel square box with hellfire contained within, a cache of souls is usually accompanied with this engine because it requires the energy released by the burning of the soul as fuel for the engine to work whatever it is used for. Each soul last about one week. Periodically souls are thrown into the box and the fires of hell burn the soul until it is consumed. With the introduction of this new technology, souls have become that much more valuable and Baator has begun using these engines for various things.
BIC: Katarez stares at the mound for a moment then suddenly orders the ships to retreat out of range. He sends orders that half the weapons/spellcasters will be trained at the mound and the other half will be defending the fleet of ships from all other directions.
"Retreat a few clicks back, aim all bow chase guns at tha' mound o' dirt, remainin' guns keep watch out fer anything."
BIC:
Planet 2:
"You're really quite amusing sorcerer, you know that?" asks the card mage as he pulls his neck forwards... right onto the knife, stepping forward til his neck passes off the knife, the wound healing the moment flesh leves the blade...
"You're no doubt wondering what happened, well, its interesting, thanks to this old thing,", he indicates the large statue of himself, " as long as I have a monster 'in play' I am to all intents and purposes immortal. Nice huh?"
Meanwhile the ascetic begins to hunt for the necromancer, club raised...
BIC
The wish having failed he decided to try some unconvitionel tatics casting charm monster he attempted to charm the beast....
As the elementals charge, "I place these two face down, and flip up my magician of faith, returning the ivory mask to my hand, then I sacrifce the magician to summon up my labyrinth wall, blocking off this attack.
Then I replay my ivory mask, and finish off by using this: Flames of the blood hand, to burn into you, sorcerer!", as a ball of flame hurdles for the necromancer ethereal form...
OOC: Note, the card damage can't be prevented so it won't pass though a ghost....
OCC With out his cards he's as good as dead....
"Now I'm peeved, sizzle!", as flames lick at the necromancers form...
As the spell hits, the troll freezes in the cold, and the doll and wall pick up ice, but still remain... as do their master, tohugh he huddles in his coat...
As the necromancer feels the chill of his spell hit him...
OOC: Remember the stuffy doll? Look it up on WOTC gatherer, if your're wondering: When it suffers damage, it pretty much ignores it and throws the damage to an opponent namely you...
"Flight of fancy on the stuffy doll, now follow!", as the little doll rises from it's molten tomb and, wobbling about in the air, follows its master...
BIC:
As the landscaoe freezes, it leaves the flying beings untouched, as what thin ice tries to freeze over them swifty shatters under pumping wings...
"Heh heh heh... wonder if this guy knows how easy he's making my job? If we go on like this I'll be outa here in a few hours, not days.
Flamebreak!"
As the card is played the ground below ignites, melting snow and ice, burning burning ground all about... And releasing the 'ocean' which washes over, drowning the land...
second of all you have no idea what I have planned......:evillaugh :evillaugh
BIC seeing his spell countered by the card mages card..the necromancer raises a forcefeild around the 50 mile raidus and refreezes the ocean and casts a Dire Winter spell before lifining up the 50 mile raidus using a very very powerful leivation spell and sucking it him and the card mage into limbo........
OCC as you can see there is now a 50 mile long magicly protected forzen island in limbo now.....
Secondly, I'm afraid this part of the game will be cut short as I win (Remember my card mage isn't under orders to kill the necromancer...)
In other words, Never assume you are a more evil and more magnificent a*******ish b****** than I.
BIC:
Looking about himself, the card mage scratches one cheek in thought.
"Good game. I play 'Return from the Different Dimension'!"
At his word, he and his monsters disappear from limbo...
Planet 1:
In a flash the card mage reappears, but not alone. For his card was more than it sounded, as every creature removed from the field was put into his game... And his entire deck of cards came with him out of play...
As he looks upon the multiudious legions of monsters big and small, air, land, and waterborne... he smiles...
"Soulblast."
With the speed they arrived the monsters shatter, as an immense burst of light discharges, powered by the sacrifice every monster he had, as the surface of the planet is torn asunder, and the ground begins to crack, the start of a planets end...
OOC: If you wondered, soulblast from M:TG is a card that sacrifced all the user's monsters and deals the combined attack total to the target.
In this case the planet was his target, and the combined attack of a true card-nut's collection is... I'm going to go with at least a million or there-abouts...
OCC Buddy you do not mess with the guy who plays poker with satan and wins.....44 times....
BIC: Katarez shouts orders to dodge the derbis from the splintering planet, "Drift portside 2 degrees. This bloody spellcaster's barmy to the spire, he's splitting the planet." He turns to the rest of the fleet, some of which just finished dodging debris as well, "Keep your guns ready men."
He concentrates momentarily and makes a contact with Kexsi, Lass can ya call home and get us a good mage to save this planet somehow. This barmy mage is trying to destroy it, and ya'll be ready to evacuate this rock.
:evillaugh :evillaugh :evillaughAnd he's not playing against satan now. In fact since the guy ordering the necromancer has a grandfather reputed to have displaced the satan from baator... it means nothing.
BIC:
As the blade swings a great spiral of wind block the blade, "Sorry... But but since you've only bypassed my worship, not the tornado wall, you'll have to do better than that..., like this: I summon the mirari to play...
Patriach's bidding/Sliver!"
As his words a veritable legion of winged, spined monsterous hulks arises in flight as they flap about their master...
"Now Mirari recurring Patriach's bidding/Goblins!"
On the cracking ground about a mighty host of green-skinned monsters appear screaming and raging, as they leap about...
"Slivers. Kill those goblins.
Goblin prospector, sacrifice"
At his words, the slivers wing down, slicing apart the horde who try to destroy their winged foe, but can do no effect, while in the goblin ranks a few goblins walka bout, spliting the heads of their 'allies'...
You'd no doubt be wondering about that? Well, my slivers now all return me life on their attacks meaning even if you could shut down my wards, i'd be able to survive anyyyythinng you could throw.
And the prospectors? Gave me the power to throw these...
Soulblast to the core!"
As the slivers and few reminding goblins shatter once again, while another burst of energy surges, ripping down pass the crust into the molten material beneath...
Kaldra helm, sword and shield come forth, and be my guardian!
...As anique arms and amrour appears, before a glowing figure works them together, infusing the old equipment with life, as it roars, swinging its blade at he who threatens its master...
OOc and by the why the card tthing with satan was a joke okay?
BIC: As the necromancer disappears, the blade swing thoguh where his neck would have been, as the card-player looks at the devastation about and yawns.
"Looks like its time to call it a night boy. Just need to make sure this place goes boom."
At his command, all manner of spells are loosed at the card-wielding mage below. Katarez casts a spell of blue and purple energy that seems to permiate all the other spells that were fired at the mage, "I know he'll counter those spells with some sort of wall or something so hopefully an anti-counter and pass-through-walls enchantments will help me out."
He sends a thought to Kexsi, Get your riders off of the planet now, theres no telling when this planet will go so its better to leave while you still can, take what creatures you can back to Baator, they'll make good soldiers and be grateful of our saving their lives.
Kexsi hears the messege and thinks to object but knows the strict hierarchy of Baator. She begisn to send scouts to gather the various animals and peoples of this planet, the Bezekira Riders and other devils use sleep spells to incapacitate the beings and begin transporting then en masse to Hell.
Kexsi sends an imp to find Cysel and tells him to escape back to Baator as quickly as he can.
Planet 1: "Okay the hole is here, you ready yet? ""Yes""Then fire!"Aren't you forgetting something? Like you're still down there?" "Okay then, beam me up, then fire..."
With a crackle of thunder the heavens above the mount rumble with the voice of angry gods, before the sky splits as a huge blast fires down straight into the mound...
Down below the topmost of the dretch holding up the 'roof' looks up with an 'uh-oh' before the beam blasts it into paste...
As the spells erupt about him, blasting and hurling him about like a rag doll, the cardmage picks himself up and dusts himself off warily, "Okay, so not anyyyything, but close.
Kaldra. Kill." AS the construct warrior leaps into the air, sword raised on high, as it bounces from fragment of flying rock to rock, seeking the airships as prey...
"And I lay this *yawn* down."
BIC:
Planet 2:
"Fire""AFFIRMATIVE"
As across the panet from the necromancer, under the confusion of the card mage, a great mound sits waiting, as the heavens open above it, a crackling cannon blast hitting...
OCC
You weren't expecting a last desprate allince were you?
It's the same tactic they're using on planet 1, before the cardmage entered.
Basically the demons are simply palying not to lose, if they gain the planet, good, if it's destroyed so what? Well, thats what the being ultimately giving orders thinks.
Ifs its any help, their secret weapon, the power that defeated even Sorcen's artifacts, is this: not magic as such, but techology...
BIC:
The army marches to save their world, but in front of them they see their enemy: Not demon, not fiend, not even mortal, but a pulsing blast, like the focused rage of a pantheon combined, that cuts deep into the proverbial target, that once was a hollowed out mound, and carves its ways relentlessly into the planet...
BIC:
As the mighty device on high disappears into the hole, light sparks up above as it can be seen returning, a black vortex in the backgorund of its return portal...WARP DRIVE DISENGAGED. RECOMMENCING OPERATION IN 5 4 3 2..."
OCC
if that dosent's work I am adding a certin someone to my real world revange list.......if I have any room left that is (note that was a joke not a threat)
BIC:
VOID SHIELD DISABLED, REPAIRS IN OPERATION, EXTERNAL THREAT COUNTERMEASURES ACTIVE...
PRIMARY WEAPON ONLINE..."
With that as a crackling sparking haze hangs about the device, it fires once again recommencing it slicing into the crust, as projectiles lauch from its main body to blast into the ranks...
BIC
using the last of his strengh the necromancer makes one last despreate wish spell "I wish this device was smashed into a thousend peices and scattered across the multiverse...his wish sooon began to come true...
BIC: Katarez sees these events and finally catches on to what these beings are using, they're metal sinew and strange collaborations of metals. It is technology, the unknown and feared, yet also weak "magic". Although usually inferior to natural magic, in the wrong hands it can be a magnificent weapon to cause the downfall of even the greatest mage.
The minotaur captain immediately orders that this discovery be reported back to Sorcen, for a price. "Send word back to Lord Sorcen that these are technological beings wielding mechanized abominations in addition to their magicks and be sure and get a deal for payment worked out.... And somebody fire at the hunk o' junk heading our way."
At his order the mages again release a variety of beams and rays and other spells at the oncoming technological monstrosity. As the spells, presumably, have little effect at stopping Kaldra, a whisper can be heard escaping the captain's mouth, "We're gonna need bigger guns."
OOC: Mercs are fun to play, greedy bastards. And yes I did a bit of metagaming but it worked in as an overdue revelation (a duh moment as I like to call it) on Katarez's part, if there is a problem with it then it would be no problem to edit it.
But I don't see Katarez's realisation as anything important, not when you remember he is flying in an infernal combustion engine...
BIC:
Planet 2:
As the mighty vessel shatters apart, and its weapons falter, from its mechanical heart launches something, so tiny in comparision, that plunges into the new-born chasm in the planet...
Planet 1:
+"Void Shields Online, Repelling Attacks, Commencing Reponse In 5 4 3 2 1...."+
As the spells of the shiops launch they can be seen impacting and rippling on a hazy field about the device, from which launch a set of beams in kind, as the main cannon continues to burn into the planet...
Meanwhile Kaldra, shrugging off the spells like water, reaches the first ship, slamming into its hull, as it runs the length, sword lunged into the ships body scoring a line... as behind its passing reality warps as the body of the ship is drawn into that lnie, as though a tiny blackhole were opening along it hull, dragging the entire ship in, while Kaldra leaps towaerds new prey...
OOC I won!!!!!! For once!!!!! Yeah!!!!!!
It still applies.
BIC: But as the dragon grasps it, tendrils whip out lashing to the wyrm, as the object, a blackened seed-like pod, changes the dragon... where golden shining scale lay, dark and twisted blades now sit, with eyes of wisdom and joy showed, now rests pits of cruelty and sin...
As the dragon gains height over the lesser beings, teleporting off...
Where it lays the pod to to the ground, where it instantly roots...the ground blackening about...
IC seeing what the "seed" was doing the (Through scrying) army charged(After teleporting to the seeds location) piconists using their powers to protect the army...meanwhile the necromancer begans to chant form a scrolll....
OOC Your in for it now and no I am not talking about the army lets just say this is going to be alot worse then What I did to the big vessel:evillaugh .
And piconists? Is that misspelt psionist, or is it some new troop type?
BIC:
Seeing the legio, the dragon rises to attack, launching itself at the army, while the seed sinks underground, the earth continuing to turn...
BIC The dragon however outnumbered was quickly defeated
and the army began to raise there sheilds and await an order while a few fan out to scout the area..as the necromancer continues to chant....
BIC:
As the dragon fall however it's body explodes, blood and scales falling like rain, as those touched by its blood, and scarred with its wounds turn on their fellows, slicing, burnnig and buffeting, an unholy cast to their glares...
As spires of rock punch from the ground to impale and slaughter, fist and claws tear up, as the demons climb, battle ready and fresh for the taste of mortal soul...
IC the necromancer continues to smile because the spell had animated the Earth around a 100 mile raidus..he smiled even wider whne trendrils of earth arose and swatted and crushed demons......
While the animated earth continues to sink, the ground about cracking...
OOC You have underestimated me I left a rear guard...
At the chasm as the demons blink in within the chasm, they set to work, the sounds of vrock-song calling up from the depths...
OOC: Hardly, The demon when to the chasm as in in it, 45 million now... I think that would either fit such a chasm, or more likely break what elft of the planet crust under that weight...
IC seeing the creaks following them the army readied for battle against some Clossel creature.
And you've never heard the term 'theres more than one way to split a planet?"
BIC:
As the cracks continue to spread, those nearest can, if they strain their ears, hear faint tunes of 'Hi ho hi ho..." sung in a more discordant manner...
At his orders, faintly glowing red energy surrrounds the ships and forms a dome over the top of it to meet the masts. The shields are mere inches from the ship's hulls and keep the attacking monstrosity of metal from striking them. The mages aboard focus on casting spells that will affect the outside of the shields, rather than launching spells from within, giving a clue that attacks can neither travel in nor out of the shields.
IC The necromancer opens I portal to beneath the earth to where the demons are. Charging through the portal the army attacks the demons.
And rulerofDarkness.... rulerofDarkness... Never underestimate the usage of simple by the book demons. Weight is after all a factor not normally used.
BIC:
Planet 1: As Kaldra bangs ineffectuality against the shield, eventually sliding off to hit the surface far below, the cannon continues its work as the ground buckles and shatters, as a great boiling wounds opens...
Before molten rock surges...
"Oh crap, time to get moving, Kaldra!" as the metal monster lifts its master to one shoulder...
Planet 2: As mortals enter, the demons mill about disorganised, even as the ground about, already weakened by demonic mining and blasting begins to give way under so many feet, as great floors of rock crack to sink both demon and mrotal into the molten liquid below...
Up above the earth cracks and sinks as the tunnel below give way to the influx of weight...
IC: "Blast, thar goes the core, prepare for travel betwix the planets." Katerez yells to fleet as the hot magma shoots forth in a liquid hot tower of flame from the planet's gash. The ship's shields become tighter and closer as they begin the ascent away from the planets and into the space between planets. The planet begins to rumble and the magnetic field of the planet begins to waver and fail, along with its atmosphere, as the planet bleeds its lifeblood out onto the surface.
The entire world shakes and rumbles and begins to break apart. The ships are safely into space and the captains of each ship look over their maps and discuss where they are heading now. The shields hold strong now that they have passed the planet's atmosphere.
BIC:
Planet 1:
"Where'd I put that thing, ah here..."On Kaldra shoulder, the cardmage rummages thoguh his pocket for somethnig, before his face seems to brighten, as a hole opens in reality which at his command Kaldra, wading though the liquid lava unharmed, steps though...
Anynoe still present can hear the words: "Did you have to track that stuff in here, you've ruined the carpeting!"
Smiling cysel reachs into his pouch, "Though is was well worth it, I found a valdurian rune stone." He pulls out a small red and black stone with a dragonic rune upon it.
"Do you know what Lord Sorcen plans on doing next?"
rune stone
It reads, Mal'thor
With a wicked smile upon his face he turns to katerez, "When will we land on the next planet?"
IC: Katarez looks at his map, "Hmm, well probably another week at this rate. We have not the technology to speed our trip up and our mages need to rest before they use magic to aid our journey."
BIC:
Planet 1: As the lava pours up, the mechanical behemoth above begins to rise, a great humming about it as the space about it warps and rends, before the entire device floats though, sending one parting shot, a shot that upsets the already unsteady balance... as the planet begins to split and die, the pressure built-up over millenia bursting free...
Planet 3:
As the first planet ruptures, up on high, demonic eyes gaze onto a map...
"Are operations in place now?
"Affirmative"
"Then you have your orders. Now... we have other plans to carry forth, tell the Garuets to go searching. The first sites available must be claimed for usage."
"Aye 'sir'."
OOC:The problem you have is this: The demons have spread themselves out in their working so 1) they do as much damage as possible, and 2) they won't made the ground break...
Coupled with any flight this is a lot of damage with little risk.
Millions of mens now... are likely going to break the floor more and drop the men into the mantle of the planet. Also since the men have only one portal in, they can't spread out to avoid this but the demons still got in all directinos so while several have died, many other are unaffected by the ground breakage, or the warriors...
Letting Harry show him to his room cysel falls alseep almost as soon as he laid down upon the bed.
OOC:Last post for a few days, my puter crashed so I can only log on when Im at a friend place.
The ships begin to shake and rumble as they enter the planet's atmosphere. The shields created by the mages protect the fleet from the hot and crushing pull of gravity. As the ships near the ground, mages unleash spells to slow the fall of each ship to that of a feather. The ships stop themselves in mid-air approximately twenty feet from the ground. This is lush and vibrant planet, teeming with life in all directions. Trees and rivers are abundant and animal-life seems to have no fear of the strange ships.
Upon descent, it was noticed that the lush forests that almost cover the planet, house dry barren desert spots in some areas. Rivers are abundant here but there are no oceans and few lakes. The animals here resemble to some degree the creatures of our modern earth, although with slight changes to some of them, certain here-extinct animals that have lived on in this world, and some strange mutations and evolutions of our familar species.
OOC: Katerez has landed on planet 4-7 for clarification. 4-9's orbit was not in teh correct place for him to land there, and 4-8 was a tad bit farther than 4-7, hence we landed on 4-7.
4-1:
With a 'thunk' a handful of white amroured, four-legged figures impact on the rocky split ground, only for their amrour to glow a dull red swiftly, leaving several to writhe on the ground, abandoned by their comrades, to be replaced by beings in more ornate reddened armour who procede to draw long lance items, and procede along the surface...
If you mean the condition of the trees then, the landing of the fleet took place in multiple close proximity clearings in the forest so the trees were unharmed.
OOC: Ment how tall are the trees. Had food on stove so I didnt check my typeing.
BIC: "Sure thats fine if you like. Take a platoon of the devils with you to set up a camp when you reach a good spot. I will bring Kexsi and her riders here soon and they will go another direction. We'll do a spread and explore maneuver this time and have clear cut paths all the way to the camps that will be set up at every five miles." Katerez replies as he mentally contacts Kexsi, who subsequently appears moments later with her riders.
Jumping up to the nearest branch cysel heads out, leaping from branch to branch till he has left the ships far behind.
OOC: If you dont like this next part sorcen I will delate it.
Landing in a large clearing cysel stops.
"You can come out now, I have know that you been folowing me sence I left the ship."
BIC: Katerez nods at Cysel as he bounds off, "Aye not a problem, I understand ya' wolf types by now."
Kexsi and her riders head out in the opposite direction from the one in which Cysel left. Devils are summoned in and takes parties in four other directions.
BIC:
A towering beast appears behind the daiyōkai, looking alot like a fiendish umber hulk. Standing over 18 feet tall this creature moves with an alarming grace. Faster then most could follow it slams a clawed arm where cysel was standing moments before.
Cysel lands on a branch with his katana formed, "You are a fast little demon." Leaping toward the demon he aims his strike at its armored neck. Bringing its arm to block this blade, while its other arm sends cysel crashing through the nearest tree trunk.
Before he knew what happen cysel was pined by the creature, "I'm disapointed young one. I was expecting more of a challange from you. Maybe the fiends that you came with will be more fun to hunt."
BIC: An imp scouts flies back to Katarez and tells him of Cysel's ordeal with a bug-like demon. The minotaur silently orders two of his trusted officers to stand guard while he takes four hamatulas with him into Cysel's path to back him up. The minotaur and his troops reach the clearing pretty quickly and see...
As the four-legged things march on, every now and then one pole-lance clearly registers some unknown item, for it wielder plants his pole into the ground, before disappearing, its comrades moving on...
Until they come to find someone stretched out on the plains. Displaying obvious surprise one calls out in its throaty grunt to the stranger, who looks up, as the things raises their lances, and disappears...
As the armoured things suddenly explode in tattered ribbons, a half-naked bloke, a longsword in hand, in their midst "Righttt, what the bluddy hells a 'Gaora' or whatever they were on about? I try for one little stop and what happens? Four-legged sods... Where or when they come from...", as he gathers up his belongings and disappears...
As it nears katarez the creature screams while the arm that was holding cysel falls to the ground.
"Katarez, I would leave now. This creature is called an Elicnoid, it is nether demon nor devil. Its only care in life is to hunt. And it dose that well. ", cysel appears between katarez and the elicnoid. "Lets see whos the better hunting."
Cysel eye turns crimson as a cyclone forms around him. Growing rabidly it expanes outword, till it sudenly dies down. A siberian tiger is now where the daiyōkai once stood.
"Come, let have some fun.", cysel charges at the elicnoid, who in turn raise it claws to strike at the tiger.
The minotaur turns sideways and spreads his feet to about shoulder-width, he holds his arms out in front of him then very quickly he raises one above his head and the other below his waist then brings them to meet in the middle forming a glowing green and black ball of energy. "Hite un Shilak!" He says as he release the ball of energy at Elicnoid.
If the energy collides then it should have an effect like that of a ball of force and acid.
Bringing its arm back the aura flickers before it punchs at its two opponents. A massive grey ray erupts from its arm toward cysel and katerez.
[font=comic sans ms]"Sorry! Wrong location! My bad!"[/font]
Mumbling to himself, Coin vanishes, leaving behind the smell of rotting onions and a small, sad looking stuffed elephant, which promptly explodes violently.
OOC
Sorry to interupt, but it's for the Nexus. Coin's in a hurry, and got more careless than usual :D
BIC: Stepping backwords the elicnoid brings it arm back to strike at katerez sword.
Grey ooze flows out of cysel wounded shoulder. Forming an small tornado around his body he reflect the ray back at the elicnoid. "Hit is on the small pinkish spot the back of its neck, its the only way to stop its fast healing. Ohh and you might want to duck."
His dodge threw his attack far off but at least he and his sword were safe for now. The minotaur shouts his reply back to Cysel as he maneuvers himself for another attack on the elicnoid, "Thanks for the tip Cysel."
BIC:
Backing away from katarez it sees cysel fade into unconscious. Turning his glare onto the minotaur, it unleashes it hypnotic effect. Color swirl around katarez as the elicnoind comes closer, thinking the minotaur is under its effect.
OOC: No problem. Wonder whats wrong with it?
The elicnoid turns away from katerez and runs away from the stinging sand. Its coloring changes to match its surrounding as it fades from sight.
The wound on cysel shoulder oozes some strange purple puss that burns anything that touches it. Though it dosn't seem to burn his furr much.
OOC: The elicnoid used a kind of posion that is lethal towards daiyōkai, the grey aura.
Katerez makes his way back to the fleet fairly easily despite the extra weight on his shoulders. The sand devils again shift to their sandstorm forms and follow behind the captain cautiously and watching in every direction.
The cloaked figure send a telepathic message to a couple of his soldier outside, walking around the arena. They are ordered to retrieve the rod, although without touching it, and use whatever magic necessary to move it away, really away. Not that he really care about it, he simply want to annoy that 'Ramitix'.
Ramitix is seen wandering the streets, well more aptly he is running and swinging through the streets but somehow he is quiet and barely noticed. Of course the only ones that notice him are the hellfire wyrms that thwart his attempts to retrieve the rod of seven parts. Each time he would sense for the rod and get within inches of it, but each time when he was mere inches from the item, the hellfire wyrms in their guises and in the shadows generally would send the item away somehow.
The vaati was very frustrated at this and soon discovered that it was the hellfire wyrms behind this annoying game. He dared not to attack them yet though, after all it was just a game to them. The vaati sensed for the rod for the seventh time now, it was closeby, the last wyrm had only transported it a few hundred feet. Ramitix was off in a hurry again to retrieve the rod and keep it from the demons. He came to the rod, about ten feet away from him it lay on the ground, in plain sight. Then he remembered his situation and looked around. Sure enough in the shadows, watching him, was a cloaked figure with glowing hot eyes.
The vaati called over to it in a calm tone, "Hellfire wyrm, I know your allegiance is to law, this rod houses a great threat to our shared belief in the superiority of law over chaos, if this thread were to be released then chaos will reign again upon the worlds. Allow me to take the rod and I will keep it protected as I have for so many years now."
EDIT: Korone and I will be using this thread for our match. It will be an extra-arena sort of thing.
The nearest hellfire wyrm listened to the vaati, his thought were not worth of replying, as it wasn't part of the orders anyway. He then telepathically replyed to the vaati, his voice crackling with hate in Ramitix's head. 'Then come get it, vaati.'
At the same time, the rod fly in the air and the cloaked figure disapear in the darkness. A large shadow quickly pass over Ramitix, leaving a trail of smoke which dissipate almost instantly. The vaati feels himself surrounded, the hellfire wyrms being all around him, watching from dark corners, shapechanged or simply invisibles.
The wind picks up around the silver skinned man and a scimitar shimmers slowly into view in his clenced fist, simultaneously another scimitar does the same in his other hand. The winds kick up dust that obscures the view of his feet. He turns without warning and swings his blades in a wide arc at all the hellfire wyrms on his left side (assuming that since they are lawful creatures they have surrounded him evenly spaced then his strike aims at a quarter of them, the 3 in his back left quadrant). His strike is only a test though and he knows they will not fall for this so he readies his defenses as well.
IC The fire elemental beat back the demons driving thme from the world.
OOC Sorry kheal if you don't post I will.
On the very same time, the three other shapechanged hellfire wyrm draw each a long black blade and swing it at the vaati with a clear and fluid movement, as if two of these were mirror images.
The four other abyssal abominations around Ramitix ready their sword and claw as soon as he will moves his other sword around.
Two of the twelve hellfire wyrms stand away, taking the rod at distance. The two levitate off the ground and watch from the air the battle, or the game as they would call it.
With the blocking of the last blow comes a sudden surge of energy from the vaati as he takes the offensive once again. His duel scimitars whip around in a mad flurry, too fast even for these great dragons to follow (hence his dervish levels). The blades flash at first only to make the wyrms get back but one suddenly dips in like an eagle diving for its prey, in an attempt to taste the flesh of the dragon in the guise of the small leather wearing human. The sudden dip creates a gust of wind that strikes against the invisible foe with the cut cloak, upon seeing this enemy the other blade protrudes suddenly from the flurry and attempts to slap at this foe with the flat of the blade, not deadly but certainly forceful enough to knock the dragon down.
The fire surround all the combatants as well as the road around them, creating a powerful wave of winds, leaving a terrible cracking from the fire mixed by the deep and deafening roar of the shapechanged dragon. In the blinding fire, the vaati could feel his blade slashing the invisible dragon hidden by the flames, but before he could do an other movement, he felt scalled hands on his arms trying to push him around in the flame as some large claws infused with negative energy got through his arm and his hand to smash the sword away.
In the neverending bath of flames, the other dragons in humanoid forms moves forward and attack the silver skinned men with their black swords, claws, bites and flaming weapons.
The flames obscure the vaati's vision and the claws and blades tear gashes into his flesh. The tears in his skin bleed and the ones made by flaming weapons are set aflame themselves and although the wounds are cauterized, they burn intensely and pain Ramitix greatly. The wind duke's eyes glow with a silver light as the attacks strike out at him. A great wind picks up, surrounding the wounded vaati, the wind's source seems to come from Ramitix himself and the fires are quickly extinguished. The silver skinned vaati howls with pain and rises from the ground with his arms outstretched. His floats in the air, his charred arm begins to heal and his wounds have stopped bleeding. The winds are of such intensity that the hellfire wyrms are held at bay.
Ramitix holds open his charred arm and the winds recreate the lost scimitar. He calls down with a new, stronger voice to the hellfire wyrms, "I am master of the winds. Fire dies by wind and so shall you die by me."
behind the charge is a massive sheild wall of spear weilding fire giants and various feinds. siege weapons are aranged in layers of solgers
misc troops
sheild wall
seige machines
the front line (charging) has mundane weaponry and little/no magic. each layer of the army has more magic and more advanced technology than the last, building up from catapults to the infernal equivalent of howitzer cannons. exept for the fromt line, the army advances slowly, letting their ranged weapons do the damage.
legion wakes and goes to sorcen.
the invation has come but you could be worse off
As the approaching army walks towards the arena, they begin to notice that no matter how far they march they dont get any closer to the arena. They still close the distance between themselves and Sorcen's army though but it seems much slower then it should be.
A scarred kyton covered in equally scarred and battered chains stands to meet the pit fiend riding the dragon. He stands sideways and motions for his soldiers to keep their distance from his one on one fight against the pit fiend. He stares down at the ground but suddenly shoots a sidelong glance to the pit fiend atop its dragon. He points his finger towards the devil, revealing he is missing his ring and pinky fingers on the hand. His other hand extends behind him, low, a long thin barbed chain slithers its way down his arm and extends as if it were a solid sword blade instead of links of a chain.
Sorcen smiles to Legion, not breaking his concentration on the storm. "Yes, it could be worse. Your help has proved invaluable thus far, you have my thanks."
the pit feind rains lighting down on his enemy as he passes.
the first line includes the worst solgiers (and even mortal/demon prissoners of little power), with the worst weapons. some have wooden armor, some have blunt swords, some have neither but they fight with the furry of barbarians. they gather into a mass of clawing biting rock/"spear"(stick) throwing flesh
the seige line and archers in range change their target to the line of sandmen and devils that emerged from the ground, throwing thousands of arrows, and numerous stones and balista spears
The front lines are quickly decimated by Sorcen's army and the sandmen. One of the generals, a dark skinned man with short horns and a wicked scythelike tail, shouts an infernal word as an order to his troops as he sees the projectiles heading towards the army. To theinvading army, the projectiles seem to hit their mark but in fact the mirage-effects of the desert has made the various spears, rocks and arrows to land several hundred feet to the right.
the chain latches onto the dragons wing but the beast does not notice, it just continues blasting the battlefeild. the kyton is swung up and down as the wing moves the pit fiend stands up and hurls a lightning bolt at the kyton's chain hoping to shok him enough to get rid of him
the devil comanders compensate for the mirra tell their troops to fire forward, using the trapped fromt line as markers. meanwile, cannons and muskets are brought up and are fired upon sorcen's troops.
BIC: The cannon and musket fire rain upon Sorcen's army, killing the weaker soldiers. The musketfire does very little damage to all but the weakest soldiers though and most of the cannonballs are either dodged or stopped in their tracks strategically.
clouds of imps and quasits rise obove sorcen's troops. thousands of tiny flashes can be seen as they unleash tiny blasts of energy. needles rain down from the sky, a flight of harpys direct the imps wile firing electrofied arrows.
there is a flash as a group of wariors appear where the fighting is most severe. the make short work of the remainders of asemoduses fromt line
spirits... the spirits have come to your aid, doubtfull if you need them...
legion suddenly goes quiet. he looks distressed
they have mobs, and somthing... worse
"I once decided not to raise weapon against another devil, congratulate your master for making me reconsider."
"The Arena under attack and I just signed up. Just wow. I thought is was the demons who waged a constant open war upon each other and not the bateezu. Anyway Sorcen as a ruler of Hell is better then Asmodeous, and all of that so I think I'm gonna help. It'll serve as a nice warm up before the arena fights as well anyway."
With those words the ilithid took air and flew over the battlefield, raining psionic destruction upon the enemy army, equaling the dragon and the pit fiend, if not in size then at least in destructiveness.
the pit fiend stikes at his attackers face with his tail and tries to struggle free of his adversary's grasp.
The kyton deftly dodges the bolts of lightning, making his way towards the dragon. As he nears the dragon, the chain on the wing unravels and extends down to him as if it were acting of its own accord to be a ladder for the chain devil. The kyton climbs easily and quicly up the chain, swinging away from it as quickly as it can to attach itself to the dragon's back leg via its barbed chains wrapped around its body.
~
Elsewhere, in the arena, Sorcen smiles at the compliments from the illithid.
The tail slams true, but leaves a lot less of a mark than it should, and Nerethos does not react to it at all. Instead he holds tight and the chains around his arms unfurl and starts entangling the pit fiend, attached hooks and blades piercing skin as if it were made of wet cardboard.
pulling his hand free, the pit fiend conjures a meteor storm at point blank range at Nerethos
the devil line falters for a moment, but is renforced as several mobs are released to wreak havoc. they appear amid sorcen's fromt troops on command and attack everything in sight (even allies)
Nerethos got some burns from the meteors, but nothing severe and nothing that his regeneration wouldn't take care of quickly, it was working as it was actually. But he could pit the fire against cold though, and that was a much more worthy approach. With a single thought, cold so intense it could flash freeze magic itself entwines and emerges from the chains wrapping around the pit fiend. Nerethos though is completely unaffected.
a huge flaming vorpal blade strikes at the back of Nerethos's head as a balor slave charges from the air and attacks.
Nerethos had noticed the balor, centuries of battle had sharpened his senses and battle instinct far beyond what mortals could hope to attain. While his chains extended to give him space to move about, he made a back flip over the balor, making it be between his chains, before a quick dragging sent the pit fiend on collision course with the balor.
Sikrannor does not flinch, and no bone is broken within him. Instead he moves his hand to block the knee, and stop the movement of his head while still holding on to the hand. Now was the time for one of the tricks few martial artists expected. He opened up certain few things in his tentacles, and suddenly an extremely potent acid spills out onto the hand of this annoying humanoid.
OOC: Heres the pic if you're interested. I havent been in the mindset to actually detail the armies lately, nor have I really had the time to.
(she is very, very strong. when i say into his chest it might be litteral)
The fist fails to do any damage, and the only thing that suggested Sikrannor even noticed was a brief flash of deep concentration in his face. The woman notices that his chest didn't feel like skin, but rather like a hard, polished, smooth steel surface.
pulling away from sikrannor, she vanishes suddenly only to reapear directly behind the mind flayer several feet in the air, moving at high speed as she slams herself into him
Sikrannor is struck by the body slam and sent flying, but with an agile tumble he is on his legs again a couple feet away from the female, seemingly nor bruised at all. He takes up a battle stance and awaits the next move of his opponent.
even as her opponent fly's back she runs to catch him. she tries to drop kick him just as he lands
The once-dragon wades through the battle, all soldiers around him seem to shy away from him as though an aura kept them at bay and from even consciously noticing him. The thin man's eyes are locked on the woman battling the illithid, he walks towards her in a slow stride yet moving with unnatural speed. As he walks, spirits seem to fade in and out of view floating around him, at random moments these spirits strike soldiers. Each being the spirits touch glow white momentarily as the spirit passes through them. They shake the effects off and fight on as if nothing has happened. The thin man walks still towards the woman and the mind flayer.
a mob appears next to the dragon-man, seeming to just melt out of the fray of battle, to punch, leaping, at his face
(his smell appeared just as suddenly)
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The generals meanwhile attempt to reform their lines, dispatching any 'possessed' troops that disobey orders.
(he cant fly, he is not smart, and he very much wants to hurt somthing. imagine a rabid dog barking up a tree.)
the devils tear the womans armor off, and she starts to show damage.
she calls out towards the sky
father, please, help me!
at the same time on the wall legion gripps the stone so hard it shatters. his black cords convulse and churn wildly.
its...not...possible... no mob could call me...
OOC: Does she have any magical equipment or items on her.
legion appears and hurls the devils off the woman. he crouches down to her level.
[b]so they've advanced the process.[b] youre the genuine article, i even felt your call...battalion
she looks amazed at legion, and her eyes widen at his last word
that is your name, title, and species. you did'nt think you where just another beast?
the great man sighs
well, its not too late for you come with me.
he outstreaches his hand to her. there is a sound like rushing water as three mobs appear behind him (one grabs each arm, the other his chest and shoulders) imobilizing him. before he can fight back, battalion has punched him several times in the stomach. even so, the mobs can barely hold him, and their feet are pushed into the ground from the force.
Then he returns to blasting the fiends with primal good.
BIC: The thin man now turns his gaze to Legion and a grin spreads across his face. Much better, perhaps too strong for me to take though.
The man waves his hand and the devils under his command re-swarm back at the woman. This time though, they attack the mobs holding Legion and the woman again. The thin man walks quietly behind Legion, staying clear of the fighting and trying not to provoke the giant of a man.
My RPing has improved greatly.
Anyways, Everyone meet Necro Sloviss, Half Elf Sorccer.
IC
Necro was pleased with himself, He had just found the way to open a portal to an alternate Multiverse..."Her'shan'Do'San'Fer'San!!" chanted Necro. The portal opened...revaling a battle field...
are phisically extreamly powerfull and smell realy bad, they are also so angry all the time that they can barely think strait. legion is an elder "evil" that's sided with baator... wait, sorcen's mother?)
legion's body absorbs the energy geedily, giving him strength. the ground starts to give out under the mob's feet. his whole body heaves, and he hurls the two mobs off his arms. he unhooks the third's hands, and by pulling them forward hard, slams the mob's head into his back at an angle. there is a sickening crack, and the mob drops to the ground. legion turns just as the other two fly into beserker rages.
the stench of the four mob's is ubearable. the fourth, has been waiting for the thin man to desend to attack. with sudden rage he lunges at the mans back, clawing with his powerfull hands.
"W-hat is this place.." Necro said to himself..
OOC: I'm not sure exactly what he meant but to play along... Tiamat, that woman could hardly be proud of me for something so small, it takes much more then blunt words to impress the queen of dragons. :P
Sikrannor takes the time to address the newcomer with telepathy
"Hello and welcome to Hell. You look just as surprised and shocked as most of our unwilling guests."
Then he returns to letting his ray of channeled primal good arc across the battlefield, terminating fiends on touch.
IC
"Hell eh? I'm not impressed." Said Necro.
that was not very wise. leave me mortal! or ill take your soul.
a mortar shell lands near necro, throwing dirt into the air
"Dera'Der'San'Der'air!!" Siad Necro. A wall of flame formed in front of him. Blocking the ray of cold.
"Now you've done it....Hm, I wonder what would happen if I opened a portal to the abyss?" Said Necro....
(Carnage Demons will be involved in my next post. Just a heads up)
BIC: The pit fiend assaulting Necro wades through the wall of flame unhindered. The pit fiend's eyes portray that he is not of his right mind and obviously possessed by some spirit. His claws slash and tear at Necro as the pit fiend attacks in a foaming rage.
IC
The morter shell detonates. The resulting explosin consumed both Nerco and the Pit Fiend. Necro was mostly unharmed thanks to his Magical Ablites (Mage Armor). The Pit Fiend however was laying on the ground....or what was left of it anyways.
"You will suffer for that. Der'San'Democica'Devana'Portonus" Said Necro.
A portal opened up behind Necro..Out of it swarmed hundreds of Carnage Demons (mm5).
BIC: The pit fiend pulls himself from the crater, brushing the shrapnel from his wounds. He moves much too quickly and wrecklessly for someone in their right mind. In his suicidal rage, the pit fiend fires off as many spells and spell like abilities as he can while he attacks with his natural weapons. He makes no distinction between friend and foe as he viciously assaults anyone near, namely the newly summoned carnage demons.
The thin man watches the pit fiend with mild amusement, keeping an eye out for danger as he floats above the battle.
IC
"Verna'Der'San'Cor'San"Firues!" Said Necro. Many lightening blots shot out of Necro's hand towards the pit feind.
ahhh, little brothers
the mob joins them to attack the pit fiend. carnage demons react to him as if he was one
"Now then...which side is wining?" Necro said to himself...
"Personally I'd be rooting for Sorcen, teh defender. He's gotte a whole lot of powerful folks up at the arena, and I think most will be taking his side at some point during this... if the invasion isn't repelled before it reaches them of course."
Nerethos, now having turned the fiends he was fighting into shreds, turned his attention elsewhere, namely to the dragon he was standing on. He sent out his chains to wiggle down to both sides of the dragon's mouth, then he made them move towards each other, wiggeling together and merging in a place where they would be within the dragon's mouth should it decide to close it. Then he pulled hard to the side, attempting to turn the dragon towards Asmodeous' artillery.
((For the reference, Neretho's chains can't be destroyed as long as he lives himself (if they can once he dies is unknown), and he has the strength to carry around an adamantine colossus as a light load))
the dragon seems to "melt" out of the air and reform a distance away. (this might throw nethrosa little ways) and out of his maw a great blast of energy issues forth
the battalion leads a counter attack into the lefy flank of sorcen's army with two dozen balors
IC
"Better the devil you know then the Devil you don't." Said Necro.
Necro's carnage demons charged at Sorcens army....
Nerethos draws back his chains and makes them wrap around him in a cocoon, protecting him from danger. He does though fly a far bit off due to the impact of the blast, and lands among the invading army's artillery. Upon seeing this new tactical positioning he shrugs before starting to tear the big guns apart with scary efficiency.
"I do not quite agree."
Sikrannor states calmly before a storm of blades of psionic energy speeds through the carnage demon army, cutting anything that doesn't get out of the way to shreds.
((And that's literally to shreds, this trick picks stuff apart more effectively than a sphere of ultimate destruction))
Another devil general, this one a small, almost dwarf-like devil with rippling muscles and a lengthy beard, although the beard is littered with many poisonous snakes rippling within it, he wears half-plate armor covered in wicked barbs and spikes. He leads his portion of the army forward as he bravely swings his axe at the invaders, his men charge behind him.
At the same time, another portion of the army charges, this one is made up of riders. Devils of all kinds ride various mounts, regimented into an orderly fashion of course. They charge forth, lances brought to bear in a smooth synchronous motion.
creatures in a multyverse, and killing thousands of troops. i dont mean to snap, realy. im sorry if i sound angry)
talking to his advisers and generals in his private chambers, asemodus suddenly looks up. an arrow flies through his door, with several bewildered looking guards following it. asemodus flicks his wrist and the arrow is incinerated in middair. it comes so close that ashes from the arrow hit his face.
various beasts and animals crash into the dwarf devil's charge
a flight of enries attempt to swoop in on sorcen's cavalry. there are about half as many of them as the riders
IC
"Intresting. Dera'Do'San'Fora"Annta!" Said Necro. Another portal opened and a mixture of Carnage Demons and other demons poured from it.
OOC:
OOC: These wars tend to get pretty heated, which is the main reason I've sort of been wanting to stop all these apocolypses showing up so much. One every few months isnt bad but a new one everyday with the same arguments does get a bit worrysome. I enjoy the roleplaying oppurtunities and others do too but I'll have to put some thought into how to limit the power levels a bit maybe. Its nice to see you two handling the age-old argument so well though, good job to both of you for being respectful and showing honor. A 
to each of you.
A few things to keep in mind as we do battle with each other though. The arena is on LeVeldrin the Somniscient's layer of hell, he is extremely powerful and together with Sorcen, he has put special attributes around the arena, least of which is the lost in the desert thing the invading army is experiencing. The arena is easy to find yet hard to invade, the invading army is basically lost in a desert with no hope of ever reaching the arena. If let to wander on their own the invading army would wander aimlessly towards the arena for eternity, even transportation spells will get them no closer. The sentience of the arena selects who is allowed to find it, sort of. Similarly, the entire layer is under this effect, if the army were to turn around and try and assault LeVeldrin's civilized areas they would still only be able to get within sight of the areas and never be able to reach them no matter how they travelled. Because of this effect, Sorcen is pretty much only entertaining his guests and training some of his army against the invaders. I'll leave it at that for now I think.
to each of you.A few things to keep in mind as we do battle with each other though. The arena is on LeVeldrin the Somniscient's layer of hell, he is extremely powerful and together with Sorcen, he has put special attributes around the arena, least of which is the lost in the desert thing the invading army is experiencing. The arena is easy to find yet hard to invade, the invading army is basically lost in a desert with no hope of ever reaching the arena. If let to wander on their own the invading army would wander aimlessly towards the arena for eternity, even transportation spells will get them no closer. The sentience of the arena selects who is allowed to find it, sort of. Similarly, the entire layer is under this effect, if the army were to turn around and try and assault LeVeldrin's civilized areas they would still only be able to get within sight of the areas and never be able to reach them no matter how they travelled. Because of this effect, Sorcen is pretty much only entertaining his guests and training some of his army against the invaders. I'll leave it at that for now I think.
the enries are caught in the pincer formation, but fight bravely till death. battalion hurls a dieing balor into the midst of sorcen's army (boom). her army starts to fight harder. they seem to resist the weapons of their enemies. they seem renewed in their courage.
legion stands alone in a clearing of devil bodies, pulling in their essence.
"Shouldn't we just stop the portals? you can keep on making them and I can keep on massacring what comes out of them, it doesn't matter. Wouldn't it be much more useful to just take the fight face on and be done with it, for better or worse to our own side?"
This time he speaks with his own voice, the self confidence clearly showing. Sikrannor does not expect to loose an eventual fight with Necro.
"You might want to look to your back..." Said Necro. Just as a group of Balors flew at Sikrannor from his back.
Sikrannor says as he unfurls his wings and slams the tips into the faces of two of the Balors, followed by a bow to the ground, evading the blows of the Balors. Then he turns around and hammers a somersault kick at one of the Balor's, a kick arced so high Sikrannor will hit Necro on his way down unless Necro moves away.
battailion, you have broken my commands and attacked me personaly. for that you will be punished. your design is too dangerous, it must be destroyed.
she grinns as she dissapears
only if you can catch me father.
legion roars into the air and fades as well
"Ber'a'Bladus!!" Chanted Necro. A Blade Barrier sprung up around the creature confronting him.