Kingdom of Evers'ilance

[SageofShadow]

ooc: if u want an explaination look on page 1. and no one has made this a seperate catagory yet.

 

[Kuzmich]

Igor: Let us go see my kingdom then, third powers still allow me few more hours on these plane. If you don't mind i provide the trasnportation.

"Igor waved his hand and the world around them started to spin, a few seconds later it stopped and they were on the border between Ever'ilance and Igor's homeland"

Igor: It seems like we are here, oh, just one thing, never tell anybody about my existance or existance of the third powers, that might disrupt the universal balance. I myself gonna remain invisible for now. I am infact very dead, don't want to shock my people and disrupt the balance. Let us go....

"Igor became invisible."

 

[SageofShadow]

Vox nods and starts walking towards Igor's city

as they enter the gates, the people all greet them quietly

Vox looks around and sees a huge statue in Igor's memory

Vox: to the hero of our people

 

[Final Warrior]

Final Warrior: Mm... It seems your people love you very much, Igor... Let us visit the castle... we might be able to get some news as to the situation of Igor's kingdom...

Igor: Raphael, you sound tired.

Vox: Yeah, I noticed too. You okay?

Final Warrior: As long as there is something to do, as long as there is something to keep my mind occupied... I do not think... and when I do not think, it is all the better for me.

 

[Kuzmich]

Igor: Lets play a little mascurade, so i can atleast be seen.

"Igor suddenly became visible but he looked like an old men wrapped up in a brown patched up leather cape, and a regular walking stick, his long white bead was sticking out from under the cape. They walked to the castle and past the guards who didn't even look at them. Once they entered the castle they went straight to the Council Chamber. Once they reached it they saw a huge round room with a bunch of old man sitting on the chairs near the walls, and a man leaning on his fist sitting on the thrown right in the middle of the room. Nobody noticed them entering although they walked 2 meters from the guards"

Igor: They want see us, don't worry, now lets watch what is happening

One of the Tribe Leaders: This is ridiculus! Our people must be allowed to defend their own borders, let the men and women of the city of Cartania to use the weapons in the citie's arsennal. They need it, where has been all kinds of unholy business poping out in Novgorodian region, we must do something!

Another of the Tribe Leaders: I agree, something must be done, the plague is spreading everywhere, the wererats are carrying it, its impossible to stop unless we quarantine all of the exposed cities and commit military force to address this problem!

Council Leader (guy in the thrown): One of Igor's laws states that men and women of this country will not be held prisoner by the gov't of this free nation, if we try to restrict people's movement we will go against one of the sacred laws. I shall not allow that. People must defend themselves. Who is our army made of? Farmers, peasants, all trained from birth to fight for their kin, they must rise up themselves. I will not tolerate a decease theatening the existance of our nation! All of you quite down, we will send weapons and horses to Novgorodian region and we will destroy the wererats!

One of the Tribe Leaders: But wererats look like people until they transform, and their decease spreads quickly, one bite and you are either turned into one of them or a zomby. What can we do?!

Council leader (sounds desperate): I do not know, but quarantine is not an option, Kiril how is the magical solution going?

Kiril (Archmage): We can't do anything, the wererats are completely unknown creatures and we couldn't capture one of them.

Council Leader: Damnation. Blessed Igor! Please aid us in this time of need!

Igor (taking to Vox and FW): You see, this is what i was talking about, i think you are ready to know one of the secrets of the universe, we are on the brink of destruction, and you must stop it. I can not for to battle the physical i need a physical body and no body can hold the amount of power i posses. Me and the others like me are batteling the ultimate enemy. We call him The Unkown, he comes from beyond our universe. It is not a he even, its more of an it. Imagine a giant, irregular mass of nothingness, swallowing whole solar systems. It came into our realm because of me, once i defeated the gods the cataclysm made a crack in the universal barriers set up by creator. We are creating matter in its path, and slowing its advance but it is here on a mortal realm, among the less powerful, you that the fate of everything will be decided. This is not like before, this time nothing will remain, no evil, no good, no death, no life, nothing. It is like cancer for our universe and the plague like the one we see in my nation is a fiber of that cancer, ready to spread the decease into this world. The fate of the whole universe is in your hands. I can not reveal what exactly you need to do, for the law of the balance keeps my lips shut but you must stop this plague in this world, before you can continue to heal the rest of the worlds. You have a lot of work to do my freinds, and i can not aid you, my time has run out. I wish you luck on this quest. Once i disappear you will be made visible. Goodbye all freinds, this time i say goodbye forever.

"Igor suddenly disappeared, FW and Vox became visible, the guards saw them and pointed their pikes at them. The council leader rose up from his throne and pointed his finger at the intruders."

Council Leader: Who are you!?

 

[Final Warrior]

Final Warrior: Igor... Damn... it sounds like the Apocalypse...

Vox: Which one?

Final Warrior: Apollyon's brother.

Council Leader: Who are you?!

Final Warrior: Death.

*The Council Leader looks confused.*

Final Warrior: Life. Angelkin. Demonchild. I am the Final Warrior.

*At this, the council member is stunned.*

Final Warrior: I am a friend of your "great Igor..."

Council Leader: He is not dead then?!

Final Warrior: As dead as ever will be... but he decided to use his almighty powers and force me here, whereas I have other things to do...

Vox: You said you had nothing to do.

Final Warrior: Exactly. Nothing is something no? But don't worry... I am not indignant. If iI rest for too long, I will tear myself apart...

Vox: I am Vox Eladrin, of Ilya. You spoke of a plague?

 

[Kuzmich]

Council Leader: Final Warrior, Vox, you are both respected in our kingdom. Please sit down.

"Tribe Leaders began to shout between each other. Guards brought two comfortable chairs, FW and Vox set down"

Council Leader: We call this plague a dark plague and it eats the soul of a victim, turning him into wererat creature or an undead zomby, we do not know why some experience different effects but thats how it happens. Anyone who is bit by a wererat or even comes in close contact with them is being infected, 3 days later they die, 2 days after that their bodies begin to transform. This decease is quickly spreading through our cities, our efforts were succesful at keeping it locked down in Novgorodian region, which is one of the biggest Region in Holm, we do not know what to do, our mages can not cure it, our medicinemen can not either. We are clueless at what to do. Guards in those cities affected are struggeling to keep order but they fail, most of them died from the plague, and turned into the same things they were fighting. Every plagued city has a black flague hanging on the highest tower in the city, and their gates are barrcaded, its so the decease would not spread. Can you do anything?

 

[SageofShadow]

Vox's clenched fists put dents into the chair arms that he sits in

Vox: werebeasts here too! goddamnit they spread like a plague just as you say. I know how to beat werewolves, theyve hunted my people for hundreds of years. a wererat cannot be much different.

Vox traces the scars on his face

Vox: werewolves gave these to me i must repay the favor. werewolves murdered my parents and troupe of merchants, i must avenge them all. i will aid in anyway that i can

 

[Final Warrior]

Final Warrior: ... There is a way... but... there is not enough.

Vox: What do you mean?

Final Warrior: The Soulblind. But there are not enough Ascended to do it...

*Suddenly, a small boy walks calmly into the room, as though he belongs there. He approaches the Final Warrior, who gets up and kneels before him.*

Boy: Rise, Final Warrior... I bring you news of her.

Final Warrior? Yes?

Boy: She has failed. Affection has blinded her.

Final Warrior: No-

Boy: But she had one final request. That you should remember her.

*The boy fades out of reality. The Final Warrior has a look of defeat upon his face.*

Final Warrior: And so I have lost her...

*An explosion of flame erupts from the ground, and Razael appears. A portal of white tears into the roof, and Tyravael falls ut.*

Razael: We heard.

Tyravael: She was a sister to us.

*Vox, stunned, walks over to the Final Warrior, who still kneels on the ground.*

Vox: It's all my fault...

Final Warrior: No... we still have a problem to solve... We need to gather whatever Ascended there are. With them... we can use the Soulblind.

Vox: Woulblind?

Final Warrior: An acient, archaic spell, used to eliminate entire sections of souls. If destroyed the nothingness within the souls of the werebeings...

Vox: Genocide.

Final Warrior: yes... it is a spell that hasn't been used in a long, long time... don't you wonder why there are so few Dragons?

Vox: Wow...

Final Warrior: And... that is why... Tyravael, Razael, and I are the only ones left of our kind... So all we need to do is gather whatever Ascended there are. I know of a least two. Nuzrael the Northerner, and Refti of the Last. Nuzrael hides out far to he north, learning from the wildlife out there. He is a druid, and despises anything unnatural, such as werebeings. He will join our cause willingly. Refti, I am not sure of. He is of the Last, and will foerever remain watching, waiting for the Ending. He may not leave his post so willingly... but I may have a way to convince him. But we still would not have enough Ascended to do the casting.

Council Leader: THen that idea is not viable.

*A beautiful voice rings out, remniscent of Queen Rhianna. However, there is a holier, more sing-song tone to it, as though it is of an Angel. A woman floats down out of a beam of holy light. She is clad in somewhat revealing attire, all in white. Two wings protrude from her back, fluttering a little. She lands on the floor, stunning the mortals with her beauty.*

Woman: I know of one more Ascended.

*The Final Warrior looks non-plussed at this dramatic entrance.*

Final Warrior: Oh? Who is this new being?

Woman: Do not worry your handsome head, Final Warrior. I shall reveal her in time. For now, I shall journey with you. Please, call me Shroudflare.

Final Warrior: And your title?

Woman: How did you-?... I am Shroudflare the Desireable.

*The Final Warrior feels total apathy towards the woman. He can tell that she is a seductress, although not a whore entirely. She reminds him of Rhianna... yet he has hardened his heart towards her, forever forsaking his feelings towards another woman... he no longer wishes to feel his loss, or have another one.*

Final Warrior: I have not heard of you... So, Igor... do you like my idea? What does the Council say now?

 

[Kuzmich]

"Igor's voice can be heard as if from far, far away, it sounds tired."

Igor: Do whatever is nececcery but remember, wererats are just the concequence, The Uknown is the cause, you must destroy it if this universe is to survive. You do not have much time, maybe another decade in your world's time. We are loosing energy, The Uknown absorbs the matter we put on its way and exapands, me and the others can slow it down but it can only be stopped by a mortal, in a way which hasn't been revealed to me. Be true to yourself, if it is your fate then you will succede. If its not, then me and the others will come out of the shadow and destroy it, however the imbalance would burn all present life from the universe, but new life will be born, eventually, it is still better then nothingness. Now about your new companion, i know who she is, but i am at no liberty to reveal that to you, that will cause more imbalance. The very fact that i used some of my connections to bring her to you already created an imbalance, wars and plagues occured on about 50 different worlds in order to reach the balance of powers. You can trust her....i have to go now, The Uknown is attempting another breakthrough. Good luck, old freind.

Council leader: Yes of course Final Warrior, we apreciate any help, we can give you locations of hidden routes, food, and winter clothes if you need anything else just ask.

 

[SageofShadow]

Vox stares at Shroudflare in awe. His mortal eyes succumb to her wonder and beauty. he shakes his head slowly trying to regain control of himself

Vox: I know of an Ascended...

Final Warrior: you do?

Vox: my father...

Final Warrior: Echo?

Vox nods

Final Warrior: i though he was murdered

Vox: i only just received word that he was ressurected. he is Echo the Mighty

Final Warrior: you know where he is?

Vox stiffens

Vox: as much as i do not like my father...yes i must go to him

Final Warrior: then be swift brother, time is precious

Vox nods and runs at top speed toward Border Desert

 

[Final Warrior]

Final Warrior: It seems I travel with the good Lady... No, I will not need any supplies. I have myself; that is all I need.

*The Final Warrior spins, his cloak fluttering about, and walks out of the Council Chamber. The light footsteps of Shroudflare pitter-patter behind him, and she evicts stares from all of the guards, as she is very scantily clad. Her wings meld away into nothingness. She speeds up, walking aside the Final Warrior, matching his quick pace.*

Shroudflare: So tell me, Final Warrior... why aren't you at all receptive to me?

Final Warrior: I have chosen to.

*The Final Warrior continues on in silence, until he is outside of the city walls.*

Final Warrior: Tell me, can you planeswalk?

Shroudflare: Of course.

Final Warrior: Good. I will not have to tear into the fabric of the realm, then.

*The Final Warrior holds forth his hand, palm out, and a hole appears in thin air. He steps through, followed by Shroudflare.*

Final Warrior: I haven't seen many Wlakers that can follow through another's entrance.

Shroudflare: It runs in the blood.

*Within he nothingness of the area between the layers of the multiverse, the Final Warrior takes a step forwards, and then opens another 'entrance'. He steps through, followed yet again by Shroudflare. The reappear in a winter wonderland, frozen solid, with white snow gently drifting down. A small hut is seen in the distance.*

Final Warrior: Nuzrael is but a hermit, but he is quite capable at fighting... if we are to meet him, it is on the conditions that we are unarmed.

Shroudflare: How do ou know?

Final Warrior: He chose to tell me.

Shroudflare: And yet, with all my intrusive abilities, I cannot hear him.

Final Warrior: My connections are much stronger, and are harder to intrude upon.

*The Final Warrior warps away his weapons, and Shroudflare takes out a long, slender whip, rose and white, smelling of the eternal rose, and with a silver and gold grip. She disappates it, and walks along with the Final Warrior to the hut. Outside is a man, sitting half-naked in the cold.*

Final Warrior: Greetings, Nuzrael.

Nuzrael: Greetings, Warrior.

Shroudflare: Hello, good sir... *looks at Nuzrael with a lascivious smile*

Nuzrael: *Ignores the smile* Hello, good lady... I am Nuzrael, Ancient Druid... you are>

Shroudflare: I am Lady Shroudflare the Desirable... I am escorting the Final Warrior, and am aiding him in his journeys.

Final Warrior: I am here to seek your help, Nuzrael.

Nuzrael: I recall, about... three hundred milennia ago, when you were but a young apprentice, you came, seeking my council, seeking to learn from me. Have you used your knowledge well?

Final Warrior: Yes, Nuzrael. But I have surpassed you, at least in ranking, although not in knowledge and wisdom.

Nuzrael: It is good to hear the humbleness in your voice... I was worried that your powers would go straight to your head, make you an arrogant hyena. Tell me, what is it that you need help with?

Final Warrior: The world is being plagued.

Nuzrael: Oh? By what?

Final Warrior: Can you not feel it?

Nuzrael: I let my feelings go a long, long time ago. I have cut connections to the rest.

Final Warrior: So sort of soulblight. The victims die, and then are resurrected as a wererat or the undead.

*At this news, Nuzrael explodes.*

Nuzrael: WHAT?!

Final Warrior: It is contained to a single kingdom so far... but it will spread. It has Apocalypse's blessing, as did I. He has shown his hand earlier than expected, and Apollyon expects the Warriors to come forth. Some of us have departed, seeking other things. I will need to recall them, somehow, someway. But first, we must deal with the plague.

Nuzrael: How? I will help in anyway possible.

Final Warrior: It is an affliction of the soul, not the body. That means that there is only one cure.

Nuzrael: Damn... I would hate to have to have a hand in it... even if I hate them wererats.

Final Warrior: It can't be helped.

Nuzrael: ...

Final Warrior: If you wish to help us... meet in my castle, in the Kingdom of Evers'ilance.

Nuzrael: Who else?

Final Warrior: A friend of mine is getting his father, and I am hoping that Refti will aid us.

Nuzrael: So Echo is alive. But Refti... Refti is o stone, now. He will not agree to aiding you, no matter what you offer him.

*Shroudflare smiles at this, thinking that her persuasive abilities will be useful.*

Nuzrael: No, good Lady... he has been brought up to be immune to such needs of the flesh... and if he were to break his training... well, his father came up with a failsafe.

Final Warrior: Consider the decision. I am off to meet the Last.

 

[SageofShadow]

Vox is already at Evers'ilance castle with a large framed minotaur at his side. the minotaur has flaming red fur and his muscles are thicker than the hardest oak wood. he grunts at Vox.

Echo: my son, why is it that you dont talk to your old man?

Vox: nothing to talk about father

Echo: bull, i havent seen you since you were a lad. clearly something has happened to you

Vox: i dont want to talk about it

Echo: alright then, how did you get those scars on your face?

Vox: werewolves

Echo: and that arm?

Vox: vampire

Echo: ah i see. so you are cursed by two evil beings. im suprised you arent killing random people

Vox: i have a burning hate for both of them which keeps me sane.

Echo: indeed. soon will be your first moon and then what?

Vox stands there silently

 

[Final Warrior]

*The Final Warrior re-appears in the castle at Evers'ilance to check up on the current situation. Shroudflare steps out of the portal first, followed by the Final Warrior.*

Final Warrior: Ah, good... it seems you have brought your father. Tell me, was it a difficult Ascension? I do not know what it is like for the Minotaur, as I am but the simple son of Life and Death.

 

[SageofShadow]

Echo laughs

Echo: well, it tooke me 20 years to get back here you tell me if its easy if i took that long.

Echo stomps a hoof on the ground

Echo: the trials are somewhat...difficult yes. you need a strong mind and infinate control to pass it if you are a minotaur

 

[Final Warrior]

Final Warrior: Then there is little difference in your Ascension and ours... Vox, I am off to see if Refti will help us. Stay with your father. Now, if the good lady Shroudflare will come with me...

*The Final Warrior once again steps out, now heading to an alternate universe to talk with Refti of the Last.*

 

[SageofShadow]

Vox grumbles his agreement as Final Warrior and Shroudflare depart

Echo looks over his son again

Echo: nice beard youve got going there

Vox: prisoners dont shave

Echo: and you hunch, have you been tortured?

Vox: yes...a while ago. i can still feel its side effects from the Agiel

Echo: what else happened?

Vox: i became a whispered knight

Echo: your not blind!

Vox: i lost my sight and then i became a whispered knight. i found a way to lift the curse.

Echo looks at a chain around Vox's neck

Echo grabs it and pulls out the same agiel that tortured Vox

Echo: and she chose you as her mate before you killed her?

Vox nods and stands quietly

 

[Final Warrior]

*The Final Warrior and Shroudflare arrive on a desolate, stormy island. Wind and rain batter their surroundings, and lightinng flashes in the skies, very close by. Thunder rocks the sands and earth, sending trmors through the ground. The Final Warrior strides amongst the jungle trees, tall as giants, whilst Shroudflare attempts to strike up conversation.*

Shroudflare: Such a stormy little place, is it not?

Final Warrior: It is what the Last see... and it is what it sees in the Last.

Shroudflare: So they are symbiotic?

Final Warrior: Not quite... but yes, they do share a connection... the lands represent them, as they represent the lands.

Shroudflare: 'Which came first, the dragon or the egg?'

Final Warrior: Mm... a little paradox for one to ponder over... Although it was most likely the egg, which was born out of an unknown beast via some sort of genetic mutation... or high levels of magical bombardment.

Shroudflare: So something else came before the both dragon and egg, but laid he dragon egg, from which the dragon hatched?

Final Warrior: More or less... and now we have arrived... silence now, Desirable one, lest the Last make thee less... desirable.

*The Final Warrior and Shroudflare arrive ata tall, desolate, decrepit building, crumbling in upon itself. The Final Warrior stands motionless, awaiting... something. Soon, the rotted doors of the building open, and out steps a man, but no normal man. He has the head of a jackal, the eagle's talons for hands, and the legs of a bull.*

Shroudflare: Mm...

Final Warrior: Silence, Desirable one. He is like that as a failsafe, so that he would not be tempted, not even by the most beautiful creature.

Being: Welcome, Final Warrior... what is it that brings you to my home, my abode?

Final Warrior: I seek your help. A soulblight plagues my world.

Being: And what do you wish for me to do?

Final Warrior: I need you, as an Ascended, to help me... you know of what we must do, Refti.

Refti: I am sorry, Final Warrior... but by the teachings of my blood and heart, flesh and bone, I cannot.

*The Final Warrior notices a beautiful gemstone necklace dangling from the claws of Refti.*

Final Warrior: I see... and where did you get that?

Refti: I have found it.

Final Warrior: Mhm... and tell me, what would the lost Bloodwurm Necklace be doing in your posession? Or rather, what is it doing within this universe?

Refti: That is of no concern to you, Death's spawn.

Final Warrior: Methinks that it was a gift to you.

Refti: No, it was not a gift... I found it. And it has shown me the truth, the true Last.

Final Warrior: Oh? Did it not occur to you that the Bloodwurm Necklace should not have left its universe? Did it not occur to you that it may have been planted?

Refti: It matters not... especially since you are now within my power. Rise.

*From beneath the ground, multiple golems come up. One is as green as the leaves on a spring morn, another, yellow and blue, like a bolt of lightning. The third is an aqueous, semi-transparent, wavering blue, like water. The fourth, crimson red and bright orange, like fire. The fifth is white as snow, and an uncanny cold emanates from it.*

Refti: As you can see, the Bloodwurm only grants power, not evil.

Final Warrior: That may be... but the Bloodwurm has a life of its own, a desire for only cruelty and evil.

Refti: That is what you have been told... But the Bloodwurm give unto me powers that very few have witnessed... and even less have held. I am as strong, as great as you... Griffinhart.

Final Warrior: So you know my surname. But do you kow... Epsilion?

*The cry of an eagle, mingled with the roar of a lion, rings out, over the thunder and rain, over the wild winds and creaking of the desolate building. A golden Griffin, with feathers of gold and silver, lands.*

Refti: You may have your companion... but you do not realize that you are sorely outnumbered. Two to one, I believe, since I have the same powers as yours. Strike!

*The golems, each utilizing their own elements, lash out at the Final Warrior and Shroudflare. Wings sprout from the Final Warrior's back an enshroud Shroudflare, protecting her. He suffers only minor scratches and burns. Epsilion rises high over the battlefield, readying himself for a strike.*

Final Warrior: *To self* Why do I protect her as I would Rhianna? What is it that drives me to do so? You think that you are so powerful, Refti... but you Ascended long ago, and Apocalypse has tainted you..I, I am still but freshly Ascended, and the harmonics of the multiverse still throb within me frshly. Die.

*The green golem explodes, sending rock and earth, leaves and branches everywhere.*

Final Warrior: Deth awaits thee, even if thou hast Ascended.

*The Final Warrior draws the Griffin Blade and Death's Passion, cutting through the arm of the aqua golem, but has little effect. Shroudflare readies her whip, lashing out at the lightning golem, but only shocks herself severly. Epsilion dives at the ice golem, claws out, tearing away a chunk of frozen rock, but doing little.*

 

[SageofShadow]

the sound of a sword drawing behind Final Warrior is heard

an elf with light brown hair and a small pointed gotee stands there. his clothes are that of some 50 years before. his eyes are his most defining features. one eye is green and the other is white. he is suddenly gone in a flash of light and appears infront of the water golem and kills it with one sweep faster than the eye can follow. he slays the fire golem causing flaming boulders to outburst from it.

???: ...

OOC: heres his character sheet

Name: Scythe the Cold (yes hes an ascended)
Race: Half Elf half Demon
Height: 5' 9''
Hair: Light Brown falls down to his shoulders
Eyes: one green eye and one unmoving white eye
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Weapon: a runic Broadsword (5' long)
Armor: Medieval Clothing.
Techniques: Healing Hands, Various other Healing abilities
History: born from a demon mother and an elf father. his father was none other than the infamous Kie the slaver, a ruthless slave driver. his mother was Lina a demon from an unknown country. the second Scythe was born, his father burst into ashes. he never knew his father but it seemed as if his mother was still talking to his father somehow. Scythe learned from the time rifter Chrono how to time travel and for the past 100 years Scythe has been travelling time looking for a glimpse of his father.

BoT

???: ...the prophecy is underway

 

[Final Warrior]

*The Final Warrior ignores this new being, but instead swings his blade high, bringing it down upon aqua golem. This time, however, the Griffin Blade glows a bright red, cutting through the golem, sending out hissing steam.*

Final Warrior: Your golems are not all-powerful.

Refti: That may be so. Soulblight.

*A whisp of white light, lined with black, burns though the air, lashing at the Shroudflare, who entangles it with her whip. However, the whisp cuts into her heart, blasting her twelve feet away.*

Final Warrior: DAMN!

*The Final Warrior leaps high, his silver wings beating the air. He dives at Refti.*

Refti: Mhm... Soulrend.

*A blackhole forms around Refti's outstretched palm. There is an absence of light and air, of hope and life. It grows larger, crackling with forbidden energies. He launches it at the Final Warrior, blasting him away.*