Forum Wars - Civil War

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Zahariel was rather annoyed that the little twat of a demon boy decided to once more intervene. As he was running he kept an eye on the little chameleon he had ratted out with his fire. She was following their little group now, then bullets started zipping past so the Demi-gods had to adopt new toys to be able to get humanity in line with their scheme, wanting all the worship to themselves. With the bullets zipping past he started to dodge and weave. As the shots were getting more accurate, another round zipped past, rather close he had dodged it. The next one however hit him square between the shoulderblades it went through the armour, no surprise there, now the robes had to be repaired again and that little twerp had no idea how valuable the robes and armour were and just destroyed them. He could feel the blood leaking out of his body and felt the bullet scrape against his spine as he kept on running sending jolts of pain, with his every move. As he staggered onward he could feel another round strike him in the side, just within the armour and he let out a horrifying scream to both ease the pain and terrify his enemies. Again the voice echoing from all around. He didn't pay any attention at all to the whole affair with Rose and Carrisa's attempt at sealing off the remainder of the tower. In his rage he sent out several Flames of Fury from different directions originating from different points mostly directed at Jayce for his destruction of his robes and armour. After unleashing his fury he just focussed on getting himself to the shuttle

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The Andaran prince kept low in his crouch and sat there until the giant construct thing noticed him, the girl still hadn't noticed him, he wondered if the dagger would actually even help with the construct, it was a better idea than his rifle, the dagger would be more likely to find weak spots in it's formidable armour. Then something happened he did not expect the giant thing offered him tea out of nowhere. He didn't really know what to say to that offer, he loved tea, did it know somehow he loved it? Or was it pure coincidence? He didn't really know what he did do was sling his rifle back around his shoulder and stood up taking a pair of steps closer, but remaining at distance. "What sort of tea do you have...?" He asked, wondering if the thing could actually make some good tea. What he found odd was that the construct called the girl from earlier mistress, so this thing served her? Then why did it allow her to climb to such dangerous heights? A lot of questions came over him, but before he could ask he would have to answer for himself. "There are still peaceful places left within this world, places who do not wish to participate in this futile war. The Andaran Highlands, The Arsinian Flats, The Kalonian Hills and the Forests of Veseria to name a few. They will be safe places, for how long I cannot say. Either side wishes to sway these lands to their side to draw them into a war not their own." He said in a saddened tone

 

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Kala jumped as a second person came into the scene. This one though, was human. Or, human looking. But she could feel the life that his body held captive, and in spite of herself, her mouth went a little dry. "Uh, uh."

Her body was screaming at her to grab the man and drain him of every speck of energy he had. But that was wrong. That was why she was here. Where people weren't supposed to be. But they were. Bad bad bad. So bad. She gripped her arms tight enough to create bruises in her skin, her skin beginning to perspire as she resisted, with all her strength, the desire to kill the man Timothy was talking to. But she could only resist for so long.

"I won't do it!" She finally yelled before turning and fleeing, against every instinct in her body, away from the pair. It was safer this way, safer for them, and safer for her mind. Because while her body might be sated, it was her mind that had to remember the killing.

Pressing her hands to her ears, she ran for who knows how long, until she smacked into something solid, and cold. Looking up into dark eyes, she realized at once she had made a very terrible mistake.

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Veera had been focusing so much on the two people she was herding behind Ashleigh she didn't even notice the third stranger until the girl had literally run into her. A very strange and unlikeable feeling ran through her. A feeling like something had latched onto her soul, and tugged. She didn't like that. Not. One. Bit. Turning on the girl, she ignored the frightened expression, the shaking of her hands, or the trembling of her body. It was her eyes that spoke the truth, and they held a predatory hunger. One that clashed against Veera's own alpha instinct.

In that moment, her mind wholly forgot the two she had focused on, forgot Ashleigh, and her NightHawk. Alpha snarled in her mind. She kept her entire attention on the girl in front of her, hackles figuratively raised. She circled the girl, who was backing up. It had gone deadly silent between the two of them, the air filled with tension as Veera drew her sword and the girl's hands clenched. She had no weapon it seemed. That did nothing to ease the sense in Veera's mind that this girl was incredibly dangerous.

It was the girl who struck first, eyes black with rage and a terrible hunger as she jumped into the air and bore down on Veera, hands outstretched.

 

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As Ashleigh approached the Airship she commanded the guards to open the door. However, her plans were suddenly and rudely interrupted by yet another strange person. "Halt this!" Ashleigh commanded with authority as the strange woman attacked Veera. Still sitting on the back of Symphony she gestured extravagantly like a conductor and lauched a high pitched note of Dischord at the woman. The whining sound cut through the silence. Following this up with Bass she made a downwards motion and the earth shook slightly in her direction. The tremor quickly shot towards the strange red-cloaked woman with a deep thrum, and as it arrived exploded in a low-pitched boom, sending the woman flying back. The music surrounded the area, a deep melody of authority and power, and subtly Ashleigh moved along with the music "Veera, Requiem, destroy this interloper" she commanded. Reqiuem held his weapon out in front and encroached on the interloper. Suddenly Ashleigh saw something approaching at fascinating speed... what was it?
"I will help you mistress!"
Requiem's face was smashed in by a mechanical fist.

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"Any kind of tea you desire, sir. Breakfast, Green, Chocolate..." Timothy wanted to continue this fascinating conversation on tea with the man, but suddenly its mistress decided to dart off. Timothy, loyal as it was, could not be parted from his mistress's side. Charging up its mechanical limbs Timothy began to sprint surprisingly quickly in the direction its mistress had gone "TerriblysorrybutImustbegoingnow..." It quickly explained to the man while running after Kala. Arriving at the scene, Timothy saw his mistress being... attacked! how could Timothy have let this happen? For a moment it stopped completely still, awed by terrible situation. Suddenly an area of Timothy that had been previously locked off... unlocked. HOW DARE THEY ATTACK MS KALA. Timothy's mechanical frame filled with raw power and... anger. "I will help you mistress!" it yelled, darting forward and smacking one of the attackers, the man in heavy armour, right in the face. The man staggered backwards in surprise
"Guards! Don't just stand around! Assist!" the woman on horseback commanded. The guards outside the airship joined in the fight, but Timothy didn't care, standing by his mistress Timothy challenged anyone nearby to dare to take it on.

Ransak smiled as he watched the bizarre scene. The door was open. The guards were gone, and nobody was paying attention to him. Moving quickly Ransak infiltrated the airship and quickly delved deeper in, following the rod and avoiding guards, most were distracted anyway. The rod gave slight bleeps in some rooms, but it went mad when pointed at one particular room. That was the priority, the rest could be collected later. He'd never seen the rod so agitated as he approached one particular door. Licking his lips and smiling in anticipation, Ransak opened it.

 

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Veera stumbled backwards from the force of Ashleigh's attack, before steadying herself. As Ashleigh commanded her to attack, Alpha snarled. What do you think I'm doing? She launched herself at the metal thing, growling with aggression as she circled it, before slashing with her sword towards Timothy. "You'll regret this!" She promised as she attacked.

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Kala tumbled back, flying through the air much like she had earlier from Ashleigh's attack. And once again, Timothy was there, rescuing her from her poor choices. She would have to do something nice to thank him. Maybe like keeping him alive. She turned and grabbed at one of the guards , wrapping her hands around his neck. Within seconds his energy was hers, and she felt like she was glowing. She dropped him just before he died, and turned just in time to see Veera attack Timothy. Intent on keeping her promise, she stepped in front and reached for a bare patch of skin on Veera's arm.

 

Ms. Spooks: "Stop! All of you!" Ms. Spooks was quick to react when a newcomer appeared out of nowhere and attacked. After watching what happened to one of the guards, she had an idea of what this girl could do. In fluid motion, as if she'd done this many times before, she stepped between Veera and the girl's hand and grabbed Veera's arm. A translucent bubble that shimmered in the sunlight sprang up around her and Veera, blocking out attacks. With her free hand, she pulled a small harmonica out of her belt pouch. It was simple, only decorated with a few pretty swirls of gold paint. Yet, it sparkled with some sort of magic. She brought it up to her mouth, and smiled. "I can make music too." She blew into the harmonica, gently, as if blowing into it too hard might make it crumble in her hand. A beautiful, slow, and simple song trickled out, almost in audible at first, but it quickly grew into a loud, powerful song that sent feeling of tranquility through those who heard it. She would resolve this without bloodshed or fighting. Her Melody of Tranquility rarely failed to bring sense to the enraged, and if what she'd seen in that girl's eyes before they'd gone cold, then Ms. Spooks knew there was peace to be found deep within the aggressor.

 

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As expected, the orbs were deflected and the demi god continued to charge towards him. While he did add some more lances for him to deal with, this was still within his expectations. More or less anyway. Though the position of the three lances was a different lances. His current plan would take care of the two to his left and right. The one above was a different matter. His plane wouldn't counter that so he would have to dodge thought while continuing his plan. It was going to be close, but he could do it.

Now it was at this point that MoK had realize that he didn't noticed a key part of Al's post. Kalak had deflected Reitan's spear. Welp, instead of editing his post, we're just going to roll with it. Moment after his lance had been deflected, Reitan took this chance to spin around in a circle, forming another cyclone around him as well as quickly stepping away from the lance that was above him. He may have been fast enough to do all that, but he wasn't fast enough to fully avoid the lance as it grazed his ankle. The pain was minor, but there. The cover of the cyclone had granted him enough time to engulf his lance in flames and lunge the flame coated lance towards the Demi god.

 

Corruption Rating: 26%

The human was quick to react, but not quick enough. He stepped back, entering a highly impractical spin. Kalak was about to move in when he conjured up another cyclone around him. The Demi-God stepped back, satisfied that he had at least been able to force a hit on his opponent which was more progress than he had been making thus far. He saw the orange glow from inside the swirling winds and the last came thrusting out at him again, this time ablaze. Kalak raised Duskfall as the lance came in and slashed downwards, deflecting the lance into the ground. Kalak generated a single Shadow Lance, placing it above the lance and pointed towards his chest. He pressed Duskfall down in an attempt to keep the lance pinned as he fired the weapon off at the human. He was giving him a good fight, he would give the mortal that much credit. He shuddered to think of what would have happened had the woman he was fighting earlier and this man fought him at the same time. This battle could have been much, much different.



Carissa Kill Count: 33 (+5)

Carissa had been pulling Rose back across the corridor and it seemed that nobody was going to stop them escaping now. She fired off the last shot in her crossbow, slaying another of Jayce's men and hung her crossbow on her belt. She saw her knife on the floor down the corridor. The Huntress was loathe to leave her kit lying around like that, but there was no going back for it now. She dragged Rose away as fast as she could. relying on the others to cover their escape now. Soon, she reached the Shards of Hope escape shuttle that they had prepared. She ran over to it and swung open the door on the side. She dumped Rose's body inside and ran into the cockpit. She turned it on and prepared for takeoff, then loaded her crossbow. She'd have to reattach the prototype magazine that she had developed, it was proving to be irritating fighting without it. When the others got here, she'd pick up the rest from outside. ​

 

David's pov:



He was shocked that taking the women down happened so fast. He guessed that he should not question it. He had threw an attack at the ceiling but did not look back to see if it hit. Every few feet or so he would throw another attack at the ceiling. If they could not keep this tower it was better to destroy it. He kept on attacking the ceiling until he reached the Shards of Hope escape shuttle. He got into the shuttle ready for it to take them where ever they went. "I hope this shuttle is big enough for all of us," he said offhand.

 

Haha! A few presses of the trigger and he'd taken out the arrogant little s*** who called himself an Ancient God. Several well placed shots tore through his armour, leaving some sizeable injuries the poor git would be nursing for a few weeks. Grinning to himself, Jayce readjusted his aim, pointing it towards the Ancient God's head. It'd be a tough shot, but with help from his Scatter Shot, he figured he could finish his opponent off and put an end to a very serious th-

Wait, what was going on behind his opponent?

He'd failed to spot it before, but for some reason Rose had sprang on ahead. Stupid girl! He'd given her an order to wait until she was needed. As he attempted to make sense of what was happening, to his horror he noticed that Rose had been hit... by one of Carissa's special bolts no less. She was limp, motionless, and being hoisted over The Huntress's shoulder. Damn it! If he allowed them to get away, the Order would suffer quite the blow. Rose was essential to his plans. He needed her.

"STOP THEM!" Jayce cried out to his troops, attempting to get a clear line of sight on Carissa. No such luck, considering he was using his fleur as a bullet shield. Damn it all to hell. He had to find a way to rescue her, but with three enemies blocking the path and his nasty injury, things weren't going to be easy.

And then the Ancient God went and screwed everything up.

His flame attack poured down the corridor, coming from all sorts of different directions. If they'd been trapped in an oven before, their foe had plunged them straight into the hottest furnace on the planet and then added boiling water. It wasn't so much about saving a single teammate now, but keeping everyone else alive.

"SHIELDS UP!" Jayce ordered, "LUCIEN! THRODA! TIME TO GET YOUR TAN ON!"​

 

Ransak Frisk
Within the room was an office. How boring. Ransak had been expecting some kind of grand treasure hall full of gold and items of great worth, no such luck. Neverthless the forked rod was pointing towards the desk. Analytically Ransak scanned it. It did seem a rather nice desk, hardwood, fine varnish. But Nothing special, and certainly not what he was looking for. Lowering his goggles he looked through the Lens of the Seeker, and saw that within the desk, hidden under a false bottom, was some kind of crystal. Tiptoeing into the room, being mindful of traps, Ran opened the desk and carefully took out the crystal. It had a red button, and a blue button. Ran had never seen anything like it, but the rod was going crazy over it. The crystal itself didn't seem anything special and in fact was rather unidentifiable. Even Ran, one of the greatest appraisers in the land, could not fathom its purpose. He was definitely keeping this. On the other hand... perhaps the Shards of Hope would pay handsomely for this and may know what it is? At the very least he should find out what it did before anything else, although he certainly wasn't going to risk his life by pressing one of the buttons and just hoping it wasn't a bomb.

 

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Zahariel had already been on the retreat, he could feel the blood leaking out of the wounds, that Demi-god's blood would be spilled, Dies Irae would be the deliverer of his end. The accelerator of the end of the Demi-gods. He noticed Carrisa's knife and swiped it up as he went. Continuing his retreat towards the shuttle following Carissa, he couldn't go at his full speed, but still made a good break for the shuttle. He boarded the craft, and found it left a lot to be desired like some form of armament to cover those transported. The Demi-gods had embraced new technology, he himself was still holding on to the ancient way of the sword, that didn't mean he was completely unaware of the capabilities of the newer weaponry and maybe, just maybe he should be making a transition as well. He had surpressed the Demi-god and his ilk for a while with his fires and he was glad that he did not have to retreat on foot. Onboard he simply found a clear spot and sat down, the blood was probably starting to stain his robes now. And blood stains were an absolute ***** to wash out of them.

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The Prince had no words for what just happened and was left rather confused in the place where he had happened upon the strange construct and the girl again. He ha been speaking to the construct about tea and before he could really answer the construct had run off to who knows where. The girl had yelled something about I won't do it and run off as well, leaving him by himself once more. Was fate telling him that threads of these two were not meant to cross and intertwine? That they were not meant to meet? Varraki pondered the case, but was then rudely awoken by the erupting sounds of battle. He had to make a decision quickly and despite what fate had been trying to tell him and figuring the mechanical behemoth would be more than enough to defend the girl he cautiously moved in the direction of the sounds, watching the bizarre scene play out before his eyes as the guards of the airship tried to take out the construct. The girl seemed to be fighting unarmed and as she touched and dropped the man, presumably dead. His eyes had widened and he softly asked himself out loud "What on earth are you..." Fate had been right... they were not meant to meet and Varraki decided to leave this bizarre place and cautiously started to move away. Deep within he knew it wasn't right to abandon the fight but it wasn't his fight. He had no part in it and getting involved risked not only his own life but the lives of the Andaran people. With a heavy heart he set out again, weapons slung over his shoulder, had his rifle not been depeleted he might have had been more willing to intervene in the fight, but fate hade been clear. He was going back to his homeland now, his mission had been completed the blood price had been paid by the Hammers there was nothing left for him to do here.

 

Ransak felt like he had some time before he was in any real danger. Hesitantly he opened one of the other doors the rod was pointing to. This was apparently not as valuable as the crystal, but it never hurt to have more than you needed.

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"That music... beautiful" Asleigh stated in wonder as she felt her will to fight drain. The melody of Tranquility rolled around the landscape, a harmony that generally created a clam ambiance, most of the gathered people were pacified.
But Timothy was not people. With a shove Timothy knocked Ashleigh off the horse Symphony, then returned to Kala "Ms Kala, I desperately recommend we leave!" It stated anxiously, yet polite as ever "It is not safe here! But where is safe? Oh I don't know!"
With an indignant expression Ashleigh sat up from the dirt she'd been shoved into. Symphony was just standing there, nibbling on a tuft of grass. Stupid animal. Standing and casually brushing dirt off her suit, she regained her composure "Fall back" she commanded calmly "Get into the airship, there's no point sticking around" it may have been the music suppressing her will to fight, but whatever the case she didn't want to end up like that poor guard.

 

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Veera snarled at the girl and yanked her arm free. The music was calming, yes, but she had two minds to calm. "Get your hands off me." she growled, clenching her hands before narrowing her eyes at Ashleigh. "Fall back? This girl killed someone with her touch. We need to take her back and study her. Figure her out!" Just not retreat like so many dogs with their tails tucked between their legs. She might lose the physical desire to fight, but the psychological will would never leave her. It made her who she was.

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"Uh, he's not dead." Kala interjected, swaying back in forth in time to the tranquil spell. It had been so long since she had heard music. She giggled as Timothy dumped the snobby girl off her horse, then reached out to take his hand. She should be scared, and running by now, but she felt so calm. It was kind of nice. But her mind whispered that it could be dangerous too. Especially since the scary girl started talking about studying her. That was a big no no.

"Let's go....this way!" Kala exclaimed, and turned around, bolting in an easterly direction. She, or her creator, had no idea what lay here. But it seemed like a good way to go.

 

Carissa Kill Count: 36 (+5)

Onamakritos arrived at the escape shuttle after Zahariel get aboard. She breathed a sigh of relief, somehow they had all made it. Her hand flicked to the door control and it slammed shut. She began to prep them for flight.
"Everyone, get ready! We're pulling Ien, Reitan and Aster and anyone else left down there out of here and getting back to HQ!" Carissa called to the people in the back with her. "And make sure that our prisoner doesn't escape!" A few hand movements later, the shuttle's engines roared to life and she pushed it forwards out of the tower. She quickly examined the battlefield below and swooped down to where she saw Ien fall. She saw the flashes of combat as Reitan and the Demi-God Kalak clashed below. She wondered where he was in all of this. Judging by the bodies, causing havoc for their men outside. This siege really was a lost battle. She put the shuttle down quickly and opened the doors.
"David, recover Ien!" She ordered, loading up her crossbow, another pair of bolts in hand. She fired them off, one by one, bringing down three soldiers who had noticed and were firing at them. She saw Aster riding around a horse a little distance away and rolled her eyes. Where did he...? Actually, never mind. He's such a bloody idiot. "Aster, Reitan, get aboard! Onamakritos, Zahariel, give them cover! David, once Ien is on board you do the same!"



Corruption Rating: 26%

"Looks like your escape shuttle is here, I'll give you a chance to escape, unknown warrior." Kalak spoke in the midst of their combat. ​

 

David's pov:



The escape shuttle took off. They were going off to rescue some people from Carissa's army. He found the escape shuttle doors open some time later. Carissa was telling him to get Ien. He was getting quite tired of rescuing some people. These people needed more training. This was clear when he spotted Ien knocked out, unconscious on the ground. This was why they had lost the tower, it was because they had some rather questionable people with them. "Right" He was not getting paid enough for this. He took a moment to take the battlefield in. With that done he set to work. It was time to attack. He threw out at dark spell at some shoulders on his way to Ien. He reached her and picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Now to make his way back to the escape shuttle. He started making his way back to the escape shuttle before anyone noticed anyone he was there. If anyone did spot him on his way back to the shuttle he would throw out a dark spell before they were able to yell out for help. It would not be long now before they would set back to HQ. He would just have hope for the best. He reached the escape shuttle tossing Ien inside. He turned around to provide cover for the others.


Sophia's pov:



All she has been getting in her earpiece was static. Something was wrong, but there was not much she could do about it. Once she found Jayce she would talk to him about the issues with the earpiece. There might be some sort of interference going on, but until such a time she would keep trying and hope that she would get through to Jayce at some point.

 

Ms. Spooks' PoV: Ms. Spooks smiled at Ashleigh as she continued playing her song. The girl and robot seemed to be getting ready to leave, and Ashleigh had called for her comrades to return to the ship. Ms. Spooks seemed to have been able to stop the conflict. Ms. Spooks stopped playing, and turned to Ashleigh. "I hope that was alright of me. I do not believe fighting is the answer. In fact, that is the big reason I requested to talk to you and your comrades. If you would please allow me to have you and your comrades' audience sometime soon." Ms. Spooks gave Ashleigh a little bow, and put her harmonica in her pouch.

 

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It had been awhile since Reitan's had to put in more than just a little bit of effort into a fight and to be honest he was enjoying himself. Part of the reason he acted the way he did was because he's hasn't had a real challenge in a fight, which makes sense since he was currently fighting a demi-god and it'd be a damn shame for the demi-gods if he could fight one them without putting in much effort. With his weapon currently being stuck in the ground and a lance heading for him again, Reitan did the one thing that he could think to do. That was to let go of his lance so that he could avoid the spear. Having avoided the spear, Reitan prepared for a counter attack, but he heard someone call out to him

"Aster, Reitan, get aboard! Onamakritos, Zahariel, give them cover! David, once Ien is on board you do the same!"

Give who cover? That became clear when he saw David toss Ien into the shuttle that had appeared. Oh, alright then. Reitan then took hold of his lance and pulled it from the ground. "See ya, nameless Demi-god." (Note, Mok is unaware whether or not Kalak actually said his name or not so I'm just going to assume he didn't). Having recovered his lance, Reitan headed towards shuttle and then boarded it.

 

While all the fighting had been going on, Vincent backed away towards the airship. Whatever was attacking their escorts seemed pretty dangerous - a girl who could kill people by touching them, and some sort of military droid only wearing a bow tie? - so he decided to hop on board the craft to stay out of harm's way. As it were, everyone was a bit too preoccupied to notice him. He hesitated for a moment. Maybe he should wait for the others to catch up? That said, it couldn't hurt to have a quick snoop around, if someone found him he'd just say he got lost. He wondered down a couple of corridors, walking past what appeared to be offices.