Forum Wars - Civil War

Jaden raised an eyebrow as the legendary Xanatos Reaver brandished a hammer, a new one. Apparently he was either misinformed, or Xanatos Reaver had reforged himself in the fires of war and not fled as they had all believed. Something, it seemed to him, was off. He was expecting an old man, tired of war and of fighting. Someone reticent and weary. Instead, this was someone who seemed to show the energy of youth and carried himself with pride. And amazingly, the Demi-God answered his questions. There were times when he was tempted to interject, to say something to correct a detail or to voice an objection to his opinion. He noticed the flicker at Jayce's eye, and he wondered what that was. Was it regret? Wistfulness? Nostalgia for better days? Jaden did not however, do any of those things. The Inheritor listened intently to what the living legend said to him. Very little of what was said surprised him, but even he did not expect the final offer of the Demi-God. He stood there for a couple of moments, processing what he had been told.
"I must admit... You have taken me by surprise Xanatos Reaver. I didn't know what to expect. And... I am disappointed to be truthful." He looked at Xanatos. "I'm disappointed that you chose to take the path of violence and blood. Aidan never planned to kill you. He wanted to reconcile, to make peace. He was kinder to you in his writing than he should have been if what he said is true. What he tells is that you came to talk to him, and that the discussion got out of hand. He didn't care to mention that the whole time it was a bloody minded attempt at outright murder on your part."
"And she, was called Rosanne." He spoke. "I can respect you though, Xanatos. And I regret that this is the path that was taken. It would have been nice to speak to you under more pleasant circumstances around a dinner table. But that's not going to happen. So." Jaden began to pace around the room, his hands folded behind his back, watching Xanatos intently.
"If your son is truly worth all the lives of the soldiers of the Order, the other Demi-Gods that yet live, then that seems like an acceptable tradeoff. But you will tell me what you mean about saving Arkan and I trust that you are being serious." The Inheritor was most interested in this claim of telling him how to save Arkan. There was potential there. He could wipe out the Order and assert his position in one fell swoop, perhaps even using the Order of the Hammer to 'save' the world. Under his direction of course. "If you lie to me though Xanatos, this deal is off. Do not deceive me, or I shall ensure that your son dies. Personally."




Carissa watched for Jayce, scanning the surrounding area for any signs of him. It was an image of chaos here, there were losses across the board and she was still injured. She heard the dropship before it came. She pressed herself against her cover as it drew closer and touched down. She kept herself hidden, in case someone disembarked from the ship, as she could see that it was an Order of the Hammer ship. Carissa peered out from her cover. Her crossbow was at the ready. If she could manage one last shot, perhaps this would be over...




Corruption Rating: 46.5%

The Demi-God watched with surprise at the shadow woman, now completely naked, threw herself in front of the lance aimed for Reitan. He stood there for a moment, watching her. Watching her... That wasn't right. He could sense it. He could feel the wrongness emanating from her. Vasher could sense it in his magic. She was trying to... Consume it? He narrowed his eyes. He did not recognise her. She could not have been one of his people. But she couldn't do it. Whatever she was, she was not strong enough to take in the potent ancient magic twinned with the divine magic of Kalak that Vasher wielded. The picked her up and he walked forwards, Duskfall raised. At that speed, he could walk and catch up to them. But the sounds of heavy steps and whirring came from behind and Kalak turned to see...
"Ah." The Demi-God was propelled through the side of the metal transport by the force of the blow. He slammed against the other wall and fell on to one knee. That machine... Jayce had taken it down had he not? Kalak dived to the side and out the doors of the transport and brushed his fingers against his face. He could feel raw, shredded skin up the left side and blood ran on to his hand. He started to knit the skin back together, but the blow was powerful indeed. He began to slowly retreat, watching for the machine to come back round. He was certain that it was not finished with him yet. He felt a pain in his skull, and the vision in his left eye was darker than it should have been. It welled up with water and he was constantly blinking it away. "I'll tear you to pieces!" The primal rage began to stir. He felt a little unsteady. This was not acceptable. Kalak was of the divine, and Vasher... They could not stand to be defeated by this machine. ​

 

Throda Bronzebeard's PoV:

The clatter of battle washed over Throda, serenading his ears with the ring of steel on steel. All seemed to drift away as he charged towards his foe. The weight of his hammer rested comfortably in his hand. The hammer seemed to purr, as if it could already feel the shattered bones it would forge today. Mustering all the strength in his robust, short legs (never skip leg day), Throda hurtled over the hole in the wall, piling in with all the other Hammers. He roared as they plunged through the breach, brandishing his weapon. The heavy hammer came thundering down on a Shard's head. Throda shoved him aside and continued onward to meet his next opponent. A sword striked against his shield, not scratching the dwarven steel. With a loud "CRUNCH", the warrior smashed his hammer into the enemy soldier, then swung his shield into the man's jaw. Throda's pulse raced as he danced amongst the fray. His shield and hammer found a rhythm and joined the song of battle, an occasional roar the only break in the deadly cadence.