Kingdom of Evers'ilance

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]OOC: I am a creator of the quest might you please not make such major plot twists as winning the battle?

BoT:
I looked around there i was. I saw nothing, everything around me was made up of grey matter, i was floating in nothingness. Fear almost got to me but i stopped it. I started looking for a way to get out of this prison.[/glow]

 

[SageofShadow]

OOC: damnit final, post. i know its hard because of HW beleive me but please try to.

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Vox and Ris walk away from the battle and they reach the battlements.

Vox lays Ris down gently

Vox: you'll be safe here for now.

Ris: please dont leave me again Vox. your an archer cant you shoot them from here?

Vox sighs and pulls out his Ash bow.

Vox: fine, im doing this for you Ris.

Vox noks an arrow and pulls it back and fires.

The arrow screams through the air striking a demon right in the centre of the forehead 400 metres away.

Vox: still havent lost my touch.

Vox and Ris both laugh

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]i was pounding my cage with spells of power level i never dreamed of reaching yet nothing was happening. Suddenly i heard voices, thousands of voices male and female speaking at the same time, saying the same thing.

???:Welcome the abondoned one.

Igor: What is this? What are you? Tell me now and show your face or i shall make you disappear.[/glow]

 

[SageofShadow]

Vox keeps shooting arrows at the demons. suddenly, Vox hears a sickening crunch, and the wall portion where Ris is falls down with her on

Vox:RIS!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!

Ris's last image was Vox holding out his hand as she falls to her death.

Vox howls in rage, pure rage. He draws Devil's Pleasure not bothering to put a sheild around it so he doesnt hear Mephisto's voice

Mephisto: see what happened? you let your loved one die because you were being foolish. now get your revenge

Vox: [glow=red]Yes....Revenge.[/glow]

Vox yells as he jumps down from the battlements and charges into the enemy demons. he changes Devil's Pleasure's shape to a Bastard Sword and he attacks the endless amounts of demons not caring if he hurt or not. his only thought is Revenge

-=[New Side Quest, if this 1 ever ends....]=-

Vox Has to get alone time. the side quest is looking for Ris's body in the mountains of Rubble then transporting it to Ilya to be buried.

ooc: final, are u alive man?

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]OOC: Do something to Ris's armies, asign a general to lead them in battle or something before you leave.

BoT:

???:We are fate. We are keepers of the balance. We are what is to remain after everything else has ended. We have no face and we have 1000 of faces.

Igor: Do not bother me with your riddles, if you got business, speak it.

???: As you wish abandoned one. You have grown too powerful for the world we took you away from. The reality you were in can not carry the weight of your power any longer. In order to not let the world fall into nothingness because of you we took you away. You were abandoned by your world there is no way back.

Igor: Is this all you have to say? How do i get to my normal form?

???: WE do not posses that knowledge. Our dicision is made, you are to remain here.

Igor: We shall see about that.[/glow]

 

[Final Warrior]

OOC: SORRY BIG MUCH TIMESES! I got grounded...

BoT:

*The Final Warrir stops, breathing. As blades fly around, striking, clashing, the Final Warrior seems to be untouchable. The Final Warrior looks up, and a bright light shines out of his eyes.*

Final Warrior: My Brthoers, take the battle from my hands. My time has come... the Ascension has begun.

OOC:

I'm taking the Final Warrior out of the fight for the time being.

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]I began my attack. I raised my hands and concentrated. My objective now was to split reality, to make a hole in the matter and to connect it to the layer of reality i came from. Normal transpotation between worlds was available to me. It was not comlicated, but here i was locked in a cage. Opening the universal gates wouldn't do it this time. Now i had to spend huge amounts of energy on trying to drill through the boundary between the worlds. I began. My eyes opened widely, red flame that burned in them flew out of the sockets. Pure darkness hit from my demon, dark skinned hands. It joined the flame and began to glow. The outer chaos was entering the realm of order. A great wave of distorted matter flew out of the place there fire and darkness met. I had to use a lot of my strength in order not to scream out in pain. Chaos was a powerful weapon those who weilded it often decided the fate of the worlds, but with great power came great price, every second of connection with that power caused great pain to the very matter of the one who called upon it. Eventually that pain would drive the mage who dared use the forbidden source mad. But i was not of human race any longer i was a demon, and a powerful one. I was more resistant to chaos. I concentrated even harder. I now only had to wait for my prison to crack down so i can be free again.[/glow]

 

[SageofShadow]

Vox goes to the army general and looks at him with his cold blue eyes

Vox: im going to bury Ris. you are in charge here. dont do anything stupid or ill make sure you will have no head in a split second.

the general gulps and clutches his neck

General: yes sir

Vox walks off cradling Ris's lifeless body in his arms. He looks back at the battlefeild and frowns.

Vox: what is this ascention you speak of brother?

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]After few hours of holding a spell i was ready to give up. The voices coming out of outer chaos started getting to me, soon i would be driven mad. The split in the reality was opening, but slowly, too slowly, not enough for my body to enter. I thought about this and came to a decision. I would cast a spell and change my body into a form that will be able to go through the portal. I would have to multi cast which would be both difficult and extremely painful. While my hands and my eyes were busy holding and expanding the portal my mind started thinking of the magical formulas that would help me accomplish my goal. I decided to temporarily turn myself into light. I had to get into contact with all the elements my body was made of in order to change. I would have to feel every particle of me. I started constructing spells.[/glow]

 

[Final Warrior]

*The is no reply from the Final Warrior. Tyravael, instead, speaks.*

Tyravael: The Good Lord has chosen him. He has ascended, unto whoever it is above us all. He shall come back to us... stronger, stranger.

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]OOC: Ah, FW i am gonna ignore the last part of your reply, you don't even know there i am or what happened to me.

BoT: I have prepared the spell for transformation, now i was ready. My body started transforming. I used my second eyesight to look at myself from a side. What i saw was a great dark skinned demon began glowing with light, his hands and arms started to disolve so did his blades and his horns. My mind shut down for a second, as light i was going through the gate into another world. I entered and immideately started transforming back, i saw the sky of my world and started falling. I quickly broke my link with chaos. And started falling down to earth below me. I tried to cast a spell to slow down my fall, but i realized that i don't have the strength. Once i reformed i looked like a human again. My blades still remained with me. A powerful wind blew me in the wrong direction. I lost my countiousness.[/glow]

 

[Final Warrior]

OOC; If you're waiting for the Final Warrior to come back and win this war, stop hoping. The Final Warrior won't be returning for a while.

BoT:

*The Exiles and Fallen Ones channel their powers into the last remaining Brothers. Chaos and Harmony envelop the two, holding them still as divine and infernal energies fill their bodies.*

Tyravael & Razael: This is why we were Exiled... Because we saved the world, once.

*The energies lock into the two Brothers. They rise up, stronger than ever. Their Griffins land, and are mounted. The Brothers draw their blades and fly through the battlegrounds, cutting down the foe. The two Brothers meet with each other, the energies gaining explosive capabilities. The two fire off energies, burning and destroying hundreds of the enemy with each one. However, for every hundred killed, another hundred takes their place.*

Tyravael: The enemy is too much.

Razael: Then we shall keep fighting.

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]Politikus was desperate, Ruslandian army was falling, its cavalry almost wiped out, only foot soldiers and archers were still holding. He decided that it was time to use the last reserve weapon. He called up a messenger boy and spoke to him:

Politikus: Go tell the clan council that i request to use the horn of the ancients and aks their permission.

"The messenger ran away. Politikus now only had to wait."[/glow]

 

[Final Warrior]

*Tyravael enchants his Blade with the energies of Chaos and Harmony, and swing sit. The contradicting energies, now encased within a Blade that could not take their powers, burn and spark. The blade swings high and down, blasting away many of the foes. Razael gives his Exiles the powers of Chaos and Harmony, giving a fraction of the power. They attack, balsting away two of their foes with each swing, but still the enemy lasts on.*

Tyravael: Too many!

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]"The messanger arrived abotu half an hour later carrying a big box made of white stone"

messenger: The clan coucil have thought this over and gave you the permission to use the horn. Here is the horn.

"messenger gave Politikus the white box. Politikus quietly spoke some words and the box opened. A huge horn was in it. Politikus took it out pressed against his lips and blew it. It made a sound of a whole mountain going down. The bodies of the enemies began turning to myst and that myst flew towards the horn. Horn absorbed all of it. And politikus put it in the box, shuting it with another spell. He made his voice heard to all on the battle field"

Politikus: This horn is the horn of the ancients, it imprisoned our enemies and as long as it remains unshattered they shall stay within. We lost great amount of good men today. We lost our leader, Igor, gods bless his soul. I am his succesor and as his succesor i promise to love this country as much as he did. Now lets all go home, this was a long day.[/glow]

 

[Final Warrior]

*The war had ended. Vox set out on his quest, leaving Tyravael and Razael in charge of Evers'ilance and Ris' Kingdom. 5 years pass.*

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]"Grey was a fisher men, but he didn't look like it. He had a face and build of a warrior and of a leader. His hair were gey although he did not seem like an old man. He lived in a coastal village Gongo located in the ruslandian east. People around here called him grey because of his hair color. He sayed away from teh people, he lived in a lonely house right on the coast, the village was a bit farther into the mainland. Grey was carrying his todays catch to his house as he heard a horse aproaching. he slowly turned. On that horse was a fat, short man, Grey new him it was Lukus the local tax collector."

Lucus: Hello to you grey, how is today's catch?

Grey: Bad, only 1/3 of my usual

Lucus: Alright just because i am kind i will leave some of it to you

Grey: Thank you.

"Grey handed Lucus most of his fish leaving only two for himself"

Lukus: You should try getting more next time i don't know how long i can keep sticking up for you. City council might find you useless and banish you.

Grey: I know

Lukus: You should join the village's militia. You will get a woman, a house, even a cow.

Grey: No, you know i am as skilled with blade as an infant

Lukus: Yes, such a pity you would have made a gerat soldier. Well i got to go now.

Grey: I shall see you again.

Lukus: Ofcourse, tomorrow.

"Lukus turned his horse in the direction of the village and rode away. Grey continued walking towards his home. He didn't remember anything of his past, not his real name, not what he was before, the villagers found him lying half dead on the shore 5 years ago. Thats then his memory started. He felt that in his past life he was someone powerful, but once he tried to remeber it was all gone. He reached his house, entered. Sent on a small chair and started petting his big dog, found by him. He called his dog Jen, he didn't know why, especially since it was a male dog, but for some reason he chose that name.[/glow]

 

[Final Warrior]

*In the Council House of the Kingdom of Evers'ilance, the two encased within there awaken.*

Tyravael: He has returned.

Razael: Yes, I feel his prescence...

*Far away, in a frozen wasteland to the north of Evers'ilance, a bright meteorite crashes into the frozen ground. It hisses, melting away the surrounding snow, turning the groundf to glass. Only it is not a meteor. It it too round and perfectly shaped. It splits open, and a figure clad in black and silver emerges. His cloak flutters in the frozen wind.*

 

[Kuzmich]

[glow=red]"Grey woke up and next day there was a great storm. Waves were getting as high as 9 feet. He decided to leave his house and move to a higher ground. He ran on to the hill his dog ran behind him. But the waves only increased. Higher he got higher the waves got. Finally they reached him, they swirled around him and took him into the ocean. He began to drown, his mind was starting to fade. Suddenly he reached out with his hand the massive explosion threw him high into the air. He didn't know how it happened he just new that it did. He was thrown high in the air, yet unharmed. He was supposed to fall down and crush to death but he didn't. he stood on thin air. Suddenly a great gloden dragon apearede out of nothere. Grey new his name, he didn't know how but he knew it. It was the third power the power beyond good or evil. Its name was Orlangur the spirit of knowledge. He spoke to Grey.

Orlangur: They have tried to destroy you yet you still survived. I hoped that if you didn't know who you really were they wouldn't know either but i was wrong, somehow they found you. Now the fortunes of all depend on you. After i am done talking to you, you will wake up in your house, the memory of your past will return to you. But let me give you my request first. The gods of this realm have lived out their time. They are meant to go into shadow now. Yet they resist, the gods of this world live on a hidden continent, once your memory returns you will know where to look. I want you to destroy their armies, and make the change that is supposed to be natural. Use the twin swords, they posses power beyond imagination. Once your quest is complete i will speak to you again. Remember that the gods of this realm are under banned of light, this means that those who you considered freinds in the past might turn against you, because you will be a child of darkness to them. They are foolish. There is no darkness and light, there are goals and there are different ays to achieve them. Sleep now, in the morning you will understand everything.

"Grey was too amazed to say anything, but he suddenly felt tired, he fell asleep quickly, next morning he woke up in his house that wasn't destroyed by waves, it was saved by some kind of miracle. He got up from his bad, rubbed one of his hands over his face and said in surprise"

Grey: My name is.... Igor.[/glow]

 

[Final Warrior]

*In the frozen wasteland, this new arrival treks though, standing tall, seemingly unaffected by the freezing winds. He walks ever onwards, his silver wings dragging behind him. Days pass. He walks forever south, towards Evers'ilance, never stopping to eat or sleep. Another week passes, and he arrives at the relatively un-guarded border. The few guards that do see him stop him, but he walks by, oblivious. The guards now stand in front of him, telling him to stop or they will attack. The stranger speaks.*

Stranger: Move.

*The guards stand as if stuned, and then they shift themselves away, as if enchanted. The Stranger continues on, to he city of Evers'ilance. Another week passes. The Stranger arrives in the city. His wings are hidden, but his cloak and hood enshroud him in darkness, so tha the seems to be a creation of the Dark. He walks through the city, ignored by most of the civilians, to the castle, where some people are outside, lined up, waiting so that they can present new ideas or complaints. The Stranger walks past them all, ignoring their yells. He walks up to the main gate, where two guards stop him. He walks past them, the gates opening by themselves in his prescence. The guards, not understand what is going on, charge at him, trying to take him down. The Stranger turns and looks at the guards and raises his hands. The two suddenly stop, unmoving. The Stranger continues on. At the grand doors opening into the castle itself, stand a Fallen Arch-Angel and an Exiled Demon Lord. They have their Blades drawn. The Stranger stands and looks at them. The two charge at him, weapons at the ready, but as the Blades cme down at him, they stop, unmoving, even though their masters will them to strike him down.*

Stranger: Only to the King will the doors open. Only to the Last Brother will the Blades halt. Only to the Final Warrior would his Brothers strike unquestioningly.

*The Arch-Angel and Demon Lord stare at the Straner, and bow their heads. A lion roars, and the Griffin Lord Epsilion descends, landing next to the Stranger.*

Epsilion: I could not sese you in there, Brother.

Stranger: It was my wish. M Ascension has proved to me that there is always room for inprovement. My Ascension has made me a demi-god.

Arch-Angel: I can feel the power coursing through you... the blood.

Dmon Lord: Our blood.

Stranger: The blood of Raphael, Tyravael, and Razael.

*The Arch-Angel removes his helmet. Under it is Tyravael. The Demon Lord takes off his face-piece, revealing the face of Razael. The Stranger shifts back his cloak and removes the Godsteel helm underneath. The face of Raphael Griffinhart reveals itself.*

Razael: Long time no see, Brother.

*As Raphael is about to answer, the pitter=patter of lady-like feet are heard. Rhianna, Queen of Evers'ilance, descends steps from a tower, rushing to Raphael.*