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ZO: Visions of Doubt

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Wed Apr 01, 2009 12:13 pm

Arrows fell like a screaming rain toward him. He shot them out of the sky.
A great beast charged with such fury and power as to to tremble a mountain. He took but a moment to cast arrows into the ground, throwing up a pulsating wall of jagged, frozen earth to block it's path. It cracked and broke apart as the great battle bear ran headlong into it, stunned. Fire exploded in the sky above him. It was a simple enough thing to dodge, the ice and wind robbing so much of it's power. It seemed their turn was over.

Jhita flexed his arm, drew three bolts of purest obsidian, and found his marks.
Three black bolts cut a path through the air toward their mark with unerring accuracy.

Solana took a cut to her cheek.
Aurora took a glance to her right arm.
Ztera took a scratch to her left leg.

He had marked them now and he would not rest until they were dead.

"ZUMA! COME BACK!" was all she had time to scream.
"Volley!" cried a sister.
"Mother guide my aim..." said the third.

Now, as he had done many times before, he had a heightened sense of things.
The cold breeze whistling through his bones, just as surely as the three hundred arrows raised against him whistled through the air. The steady, almost heartbeat, thump thump of a retreating bears footfalls. The inhalation of breath from a woman he had pledged, marked even, to kill as she readied one her her greatest shots. The earth beneath him, shifting his stance ever so slightly to ensure his footing would not fail. The flex of his arm, the greatest gift adaptation had given him, fully extended now for what was about to occur. The weight of the arrows on his back, knowing without seeing that there was always going to be one more bolt next to last. The scattered men of the Order, drifting in the hazy background, a footnote to the moment that was to transpire.

He did not breathe, but he let out a breath anyway.
He did not blink, but he closed his eyes regardless.
When they opened again, it began.

He was a blur, a whirlwind of destruction.
Three hundred arrows were unleashed in the blink of an eye, lashing out against the three hundred raining down upon him and snapping each one in twine. Another twenty or so snapped into the Drifter lines, striking the women down, each shot a perfect deathblow. Four or five fleshed into Zuma's retreating rump, causing the bear to let out a muffled grunt of pain. A final three he shot into the ground at his feet just as the witch released her blessed arrow with the keenest precision.

She had never missed it had been told.
This was no exception.

The arrow punched through the jagged pulsating earth and passed by Jhitas head.
His eyes were void of light again, closed to the world, he did not want to, did not need to see what was to happen. As the arrow passed by his head, he lashed out his right hand and caught the arrow just above the feathers. He spun the shaft in his hand, brought it to his arm and as he pulled back the draw, breathed on the head. He opened his eyes, the sockets filling with his eldritch light once more as he released.

Ztera was hit straight through, high in the right shoulder.
Aurora took a brutal slash across her neck.
A stream of red following the arrow as it returned home, smashing through bow and string and punching through Solanas hand, shattering bone and sinew in its wake, as it's flight carried it into the smoke and beyond sight.

The three fell all at once.
Those dead Drifters fell at the same time.

Jhita relaxed, his bones felt like they were grinding against each other.
It was Ztera that got to her feet first, stumbling over to Aurora, trying to stem the flow of life blood spilling out as the ranger coughed up red spittle. Solana was stuck in a silent scream, grasping her hand, trying to fathom the hole that was now punched through it. Zuma, ever stalwart, put his great girth between the women and the strange creature, roaring a challenge that would never really be answered in kind.

"We have to go...we have to get out of here..." Ztera was sputtering, fear had gripped her. If not fear, then awe.
Aurora nodded, the wound not fatal at all, motioning with her hands. Rows of Drifters took up arrows while another group helped the women to their feet and lead them into the woods close by.
Jhita moved to engage them, ignoring or casting aside bolts that the drifters shot. His own strikes almost mechanical and thoughtless, releasing only one or two, his focus on the fleeing women. Every bolt he released, finding a home in another Drifters heart.

...Hunt them to the ends of the earth...
Jhita did not acknowledge Exuro's will.
He would do what he desired...it just pleased him to kill the traitor and her sisters.

Four figures left the battle as meteors began to pound the fortress into rubble.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Visions upon Awakening

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Sat Apr 04, 2009 12:28 am

"I exist therefore I am!"
His voice resonated, his words piercing the hearts and souls of those unfortunate enough to be near him and still living.
The meteors and shatter-stars fell with such strength and with such fury that Myriad was forced to pull himself into the Inner ward to weather the storm of cosmos that rained down upon the battlemounts. The already chaotic pace of the falling stars took on even greater heights as Kisrug Dins, Celestial Ascendant, took up his final words to fall upon mortal ears and rang out:

"I AM THAT IS!"
With that, the great warrior plunged his own blade into his chest, calling forth that which had never before been summoned.The great crucible of man, the end of all that is, the deathshed of a thousand tears, the black omen. Upon his sacrifice, the great flaming stone rained down from the cosmos and made to smite down the Bane in one fell blow.

- - -

Exuro watched with almost detached interest as the meteors and cosmic stars smashed his bastion to pieces.
With almost casual disdain, he motioned for another of his kind to take the stage.

Maltheron, The Angel of the Abyss stepped forth on the parapet, held up his hands, focusing his awesome power.
His eyes changed from their vision of space to the banner of the sun death.
A flare of fire, eclipsed by the obsidian void.
That which was once one...now...became two.

- - -

All eyes were upon the great flaming symbol hurtling through the air.
All hearts jumped, all breathing held for an instant as the swirling, twirling death slowed, then stopped.
Looking up at it in sheer, absolute, horror, Kisrug Dins tried to give a last defiant cry.

Maltheron, the Fallen Angel, took his left hand, a fist, and brought it into his right hand, an curled claw.
In the sky, a catastrophe occurred, as a spinning fragment of Sakara, the Lost Star, the Dark moon of the Void, smashed into the Black Omen and exploded into countless fragments of fire. And as that fire rained down among the battlefield, both sides were in awe, for the Angel of the Abyss had shown that his power was far greater than anything as of yet seen on this world.

- - -

I am the Anthem...Hollow be my name...
"I know your voice creature...I have heard your song before..."
Hollow shook his head.
I think not warrior...merely observed what is to come to pass to all on this side.
"Take me then...end this...this farce..."
Farce? the Anthem whispered.
You think this has all been for nothing?
Dins nodded, so very very slowly.
"My enemies remain...I diminish...my sacrifice...worthless..."
Hardly warrior...look...see...the Bane...the bastion...broken...
"But not destroyed...not erased!"
Hollow shook his head again.
That is not for you to decide...they still have their part to play in the greater role...the bigger picture...as do you warrior...as do you...yours I think...shall be a deciding factor in this war...
"What would you have me do creature?"
The Anthem shrugged.
Make a choice warrior...it is within my power to grant you a last request...a dying wish...Last Rites...
"I don't-"
Simply think on it...your last breath can stretch for a very long time...and I am in no rush warrior...

Time...in some form, did pass.
Kisrug Dins thought upon a great many things...revenge...murder...justice...yet he decided on something that achieved all that...all that and so much more. He thought of something so simple that it jolted him into laughter. Dark, rich and ugly laughter.

"Creature?"
You have come to a decision then?
"The god that sleeps..."
Yes...I see him in your mind...
"...wake him up..."

Done.

- - -

Arro Kree opened his eyes...
...and all the planet trembled.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Visions of the Void

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Wed Apr 08, 2009 11:16 pm

It had taken him months to learn the proper rituals and weeks to perfect the incantations.
Days had passed as he refined the technique but a lifetime would have to be spent before he could channel something through on a whim. Yet here, on the edge of the world, he did so with hardly any time at all. Here where things were so close together he truly had a sense of free reign. The majority of the power lingered around him as he passed the smallest fraction, the tiniest piece of a much grander thing through and into the awaiting body on the altar. Down, down, down he cast it, pouring everything into the fair frail form of the female before him. Nothing was wasted, all of it, every last bit of essence filled her completely, wormed it's way into her very fiber and being. Bound itself to her and her body to it.

Janise looked on in silence.
A small part of her, so very very small, a terrible gift Grayl had given her, cried out to stop it.
Janise did not move to do so. She served at her masters command.

.*. Grayl, Grayl...thing of both worlds and yet of none.*.
"Speak Wyrm...yet hasten it...you tax me greatly already...."
.*.Grayl, Grayl...thing of power, thing of pain...I cannot linger long.*.
"Do not fear Wyrm..." Grayl hissed. "...that which you seek is close."

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, so seemingly long ago, it just as abruptly ended.
Grayl floated back a few inches...watching...waiting...expecting...
Words at his lips, energies at his hands, destruction held by the thinnest of dams.

The body rose, slowly, slowly it shifted, put both feet on the ground, and opened it's eyes as if for the first time.
In a way, the truly had been opened for the first time. The body moved as she would have. The same grace, the same stance. The smile was her smile. The casual flick of hair from her eyes. The eyes...those were not her eyes...but belonged to something far older, far more ancient and primordial than a fair framed girl. It opened it's mouth as if to speak.

"SILENCE WYRM! DID I NOT TELL YOU!"
She nodded, but not by her command, for sure the body was hers, but the mind within....
.*.Oh Grayl...Grayl...thing of darkness and of light...a shadow and the shade of gray...*.
Grayl pointed toward the parapet, to the figure in flowing robes.
The body curtsied, but not by her command, before leaving the dead and yet living behind.

Grayl's grin was hardly less loathsome than his grip.
Why else would he hide his face from the world...
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Cruor Vult

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:11 am

Once more the black wind howled, devouring the wandering souls on the precipice of annihilation.
The Order fell back in a defensive retreat while Myriad hounded them to the camp lines. Once there, the skeletons pulled back with sickly silence. No rattle of bones. No clunk of armor. No rasping creaks from breathless jaws. The Order watched as the tide of darkness receded, vanishing into the rising storm that engulfed the field of war. Both sides readied themselves....each could feel it...this would be the last push, the last true battle between them.

He smiled his damning and knowing smile as their thoughts brushed his mind.

Arro Kree held a council of war and outlined his plan.
Exuro stood defiant in the face of the storm as the Bane readied to hold the bastion.
One, last, time.

- - -

Two days have passed since the Blood God's Avatar fell.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Armageddons Herald

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Sat May 02, 2009 9:07 pm

He alone strode forth through the mist.
His cloak billowed in the wind, flowing behind him like a living breathing work of art. He walked with purpose and with the look of one who has seen what his own two hands could do...and needed nothing else but the will and desire to do something with them. Alone he trudged through the broken field of war. Around him lay the partially frozen forms of man and skeleton. Scattered amongst them was a rare Baneite or two, faces frozen in horror, in awe. He paid them no mind, intent on one thing, on one very simple aspect that stood directly in front of him. And as the fog cleared, Arro Kree stood before the Outer Ward of the Banes bastion...and shattered it with a thought.

Myriad lost hundreds in the first few moments.
Scattered Baneites were thrown in all directions as the walls exploded outward, debris crushing even more skeletal soldiers as they stood on the inner grounds. The entire Outer Wall crumbled into rubble around those that were protecting it. A small path remained clear as a man, that was no longer just a man, walked into the mouth of the Banes Bastion with almost casual air about him. Arro Kree was far from being casual now...his entire body resonated with energy, giving him a glow that was visible to see.
Exuro was impressed with the sheer scale of destruction...but not amused.

"Break him."

Two figures on either side of Exuro stepped off the Parapet and plummeted to the ground.
Maltheron landed first, cratering the earth as he did so. The stones that flew up from the impact fell slowly to the ground, the gravitational effect of his being altering the area around him. His veins pulsed visibly, fragments of Sakara and Vaul hammering around him in patterns of intent. His eyes locked into Kree and a sneer crept across his visage.
Kephket landed with the slightest of ripples. A small puff of dust radiating out from where her center 'touched' the ground. She too locked onto Kree, her blades fanning out, singing against the air as they revolved in a spiral pattern of varying complexity. Her mask, as always, betrayed nothing.
They were joined by a third, a pillar of light that rippled and expanded into existence.
From this pillar Glasse stepped out, orbs of light swimming around him. He looked at his former pupil and nodded his head.

"Kree."

Arro Kree responded by lifting up his arms.
And the fallen rubble of the Outer Wall came with them.

- - -

"Exuro..."
"Not now Grayl..."
"As you wish..."
Exuro stopped cold.
He had watched the players on his stage perform the opening act but now something gripped him. He felt watched, looked on by a creature he had not noticed for so very long. Slowly he turned to look behind him and beheld a child, a girl of some years wearing a violet dress. He thought it odd for a moment before recalling the Order had such a figure on their side. There was something wrong about her, other than the fact she was here so far behind enemy lines. In an instant Exuro knew what was wrong...and there was nothing he could do about it.

"No."
The thing inside Violet told her to speak.
The body obeyed, opening the mouth and expelling something no human voice could utter.
A cataclysm, a chorus of sound and light, an explosion of anger and envy and retribution. A dragon of chaos.
And in his last act on this world, Exuro knowing he was betrayed by his own minions, went screaming into the Void.

Violets body fell slowly to the cold roof of the Parapet and all went silent.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Trine

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:58 pm

Kephket danced.
Her blades, living extensions betraying a beauty unseen by most on this world. Rubble flew all around her, rippling away from her presence, shattered by metallic wings, flung away by abstract thought. She inched her way closer to Arro Kree, covering the distance at a slow but unwavering pace.
Maltheron did no such thing.
He laughed as he played a violent game of siege and counter-siege, calling down voidstorms and hammering fragments of Sakara and Vaul at Arro Kree with such force as to break the barrier of air around him every time he launched one. He took in every angle, every approach, every possible vector. He cast down every piece of rubble, every stone fragment, covering both Kephket and Glasse, not to help them in any way, just a personal challenge.
Glasse vanished in and out of the visible spectrum, trying to throw off Krees aim.
He lashed out with his arms, hiding pieces of Maltherons moon fragments to increase the pressure on Arro Kree. To whittle him down. To do as commanded by his Lord Exuro. To break him. Glasse carried on without enthusiasm or despair. He merely did as instructed.

Arro Kree stopped playing.

With his left hand he displaced the earth, throwing up such a chaotic storm of debris it was all the others could do to shield themselves. Kephket marched onward, gaining ground even through the fury. Kree focused his attention to her and she slowed...then stopped. She spat her blades at him. He just kept glaring at her, the blades bending, curving at impossible angles away from Kree. He kept his gaze tight on her, his right hand, fingers curling like talons grasped her in his mind. She buckled, her armor plates grating. She thrust out against him and managed to move again. Kree grinned, a small thin grin...then his eyes went wild...insane...his right hand formed a fist and it was all Kephket could do to think of Rikter one last time before she was consumed in a prison of her own form.

Arro Kree turned his wild gaze to the parapet and with his left hand...tore it down.
The entire front section of the building slid apart and came crashing down, right on top of Maltheron. The Angel of the Abyss looked up at it and laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed voidstorming the debris before glancing up...up...up...his gaze piercing cloud and sky and beyond. He snapped his fingers then embraced the ground as a thousand thousand stones lay themselves amongst him.

Glasse had it the worst.
He stood on shaky legs, the storm of earth having smashed him the hardest.
He tried to vanish, but Kree...he unbent the light and was suddenly right there in his face.
"Who is the master now?" He muttered with a wicked Grin.
Glasse lost all vision...then all thought.

- - -

Well that certainly went well...
Glasse was on his feet, he felt weightless.
He gazed upon the figure in front of him and chuckled.
Amused?
"I saw this coming..." He replied to the phantom.
Oh?
"Yes...and I almost feel sorry for him."
Almost.
"Almost."
Glasse vanished...phased out...and left Hollow with quite the lingering idea.

- - -

Arro Kree walked up steps, quickly forming from the rubble all around him, ascending into the heart of the parapet.
He would end this in a matter of moments.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Hallowed by the Light of Madness

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Wed Jul 01, 2009 1:46 am

Kree marched into the Parapet, intent, focused, full of power.
His mere presence was enough to shunt Myriad, The Propylaeum Tripartite unable to even function as the Armageddon Herald passed by. The entire field of war came to a grinding halt for the Bane as the connection Myriad held was shattered, severed in an instant by a single man...no...no mere man now...Arro Kree had asked for the power to end all that was and his god granted him that power without any strings attached. The last few steps carried him to the path of the vortex. He could feel his body being pulled toward it, feel the sheer energies that radiated from it. He could taste them...and he would add that power to his own. Swiftly his feet carried him to stand upon the altar of the Black Apocrypha and there he faced one that had vexed him for far too long.

"Grayl..." he rumbled, teeth grinding, mouth still a maddening grin.
The Black Apocrypha didn't even bother to face him.
"Oh no...not this time..." Kree said with his smile.
Janise had meant to strike Kree at the base of his skull, yet when she flurried, her body met with a force so powerful, it shattered her body into a thousand shards, scattering her bones to the stone floor. Kree didn't pay her a single glance, his mind at furious work trying to decide how best to end the thing before him. Grayl turned, slowly, ever so slowly, and he too was grinning. A grin so diabolical and so loathing Kree's own grin cracked ever so slightly as his third eye perceived it.
The laughter in his head came not only from the Black Apocrypha...but from all around him.
With wild eyes Arro Kree beheld a man he had just killed...and not only one, but many.

"Kree...Kree...you still have so much to learn..."
Glasse, one of the many that now surrounded Arro Kree, stepped down from a raised plinth, walking smoothly from vertical to horizontal plane. He threw his cloak back, they all did, and laughed...harsh, grating laughter.

"I killed you..." Kree spat.
"Did you?" Glasse retaliated.
"Did you really?" he shook his head now.
"I have been using my power for far longer than you Kree...and for far greater things." he smiled, a thin smile.
"I am light Kree...to kill me...you'd have to blot out the Sun."
Arro Kree, snarled, that wild look in his eye pushed to the fore.
"THEN THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I'LL DO!" he screamed, gazing into the sky and curling his hands into claw-like appendages.
In that moment he realized his mistake.

In that moment, Grayl might as well have had all the time in the world.
The Black Apocrypha pushed himself into Arro Krees mind like so much wet paper, found the truth and chose for Arro Kree to renounce all his power...without ever taking it up again. The words, unheard by his own ears, just left Arro Kree as he fell to his knees. His eyes beheld the Black Apocrypha and his mouth fell open in despair.

"Your God is fickle...but you are only human."
Grayl placed his right hand on Arro Krees head and spoke the last words the human would ever hear.
"You seem troubled...let me take something off your mind..."






Grayl did not kill Arro Kree...
...he obliterated his essence from the face of existence.




- - -

Hollow chuckled to himself, crossing over the Lightbender to places others could only dream of.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Truth and Lies

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Sat Jul 18, 2009 7:53 pm

Astelan sank to his knees.
Humbled, shocked. Though he did not see it with his own eyes, he knew...he knew that Arro Kree was gone. It was as if a weight had been lifted from the whole world, a sense of power, diminished, stripped, then gone. He closed his eyes and he prayed for a man he called friend to pass on to a greater glory. Fire burned within the Son but he could not find the strength to stand. His eyes opened and beheld the sky, twisted and vile, an ugly wound in the sky where a portal stood open to the very Void itself. That sight alone gave him strength, resolve...no matter the cost now...the way would be shut.

"Zhall..."
The great Earthbender turned his head toward the Avenging Son.
"Take the charge...burn that place to the ground...I shall form the rearguard and together we will end this once and for all." Astelan turned to look at Old Warhorn and in those eyes, the great beast saw nothing but righteous fury. In reply, Zhall smashed his great weapon against the ground then lifted it to the sky. His yell bested any trumpet, any bell or signal that could be given. The Men of the Order roused once more for war...a battle to end all others.
Slowly, but with gaining speed, the Order marched upon the Bastion of the Bane.
One. Last. Time.

- - -

"Legion..."
The Host of Many had joined the Altar just at the moment Grayl ended Arro Kree's existence.
"Again I am humbled Grayl. To defeat one like him..."
"I had help..." Grayl stated quickly. There was more to be done, the death of one man, even a near god as Kree still meant next to nothing when there was an army at your door and less than one-hundred and fifty able bodies at your disposal. Grayl moved to the blasted form of Janise and held his right hand over the bones. He mumbled and muttered phrases not meant for this world, or the other, casting a spell he had done many times before, but not to such an extent. Slowly at first, then with growing rapidity, the bones of Janise swirled together. Piece by piece she was reformed in the cruel pale comparison of what she once was. In a matter of moments, Janise stood once more. She bowed her head to Grayl as her eye sockets filled once more with inner light. Grayl turned his back on her and faced the portal.

"Legion..." Grayl hissed.
"Apocrypha?" the Host of Many responded.
"I need you to do me a favor..."

- - -

Grayl stood before the Propylaeum Tripartite.
The crafted artifact was slowly pulsing with what was once vibrant power. Grayl had his left hand against the smooth construct, searching for that which lingered on the borderlands of the Gray Realm. He found the creature, the living Bane of Eternity, and brought him back into the fold. The sound of a thousand snakes could be heard and then in a voice both rich and feeble came the words:

"I live...again..."
"Myriad....Myriad..."
The Propylaeum Tripartite glowed as that from the Forgotten Veil gathered power once more.
"Myriad...the Order is at the walls, at our very gates. It has rent them asunder and tried to assassinate you. YOU! Without death!" Grayl nearly pressed his face against the glowing stone and whispered.
"Kill them for that..."
Myraid howled, he raged and seethed.
Grayl pulled away and then took his form to the very heights of the Parapet. Janise met him there, standing over the small form of a shivering body garbed in violet gown. Grayl floated over to the still form, then lowered himself to check her face. Her eyes were clear, her face unblemished...free of taint. Grayl 'stood' again and faced Janise.
"Put her in a secure room, then return to me..."
Janise nodded, picked up the young girl and vanished.

Grayl gazed out over the charging army and gathered his power once more.

- - -

Legion had been tasked to secure the portal and in that regard he could not fail.
His power flowed so easily here that he hardly had to focus to grant life to his constructs. He worked the webways and lines of life, flowing, creating, destroying, carving things out of otherworldly goods. He conjured and crafted, creating two titanic Legions that grafted themselves to the pulsing edges of the Void Gate and made them tangible. They rested themselves in a kneeling position, holding the Void Gate much like a standard bearer would hold the colors.

His other task was already underway.
The Unseen legions spread themselves among the ruins of the Bastion, lines of communication open again.
"Grayl? It is done."

- - -

"Janise...gather the remaining Baneites and have them barricade the parapet entrance."
Grayl turned to face the Void Gate then turned back to look at the Orders army.
"Try to bring me some alive..."
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Death Revealed

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Mon Aug 10, 2009 5:33 pm

The Great Warhorn charged, leading the men of the Order into battle.
A full seven ranks ran with him into the ruins of the Bastion, scrambling over debris and stepping over bodies as they struggled to keep formation. In the end, they were a broken jagged line advancing over equally broken terrain. Men charged and with a sense of Deja Vu, Janise of the Falling Star readied her weapon before unleashing death.

Dozens died in the first wave.
Men screamed war cries, swinging swords and holding shields high.
Janise didn't care for them, for their cries of battle, for their faces or names that came haunting the corners of her mind. She simply did as she was instructed to...stopping the Order from reaching it's goal. Faster than eye could follow she was among their scattered lines, dispatching soldiers, leaving Willow-the-wisps, and causing general chaos and confusion. Higher officers tried to gather the men back into lines, shouting to be heard. They were cut down where they stood, bodies falling like towers, armor crashing to the ground.
Still...she could not be everywhere at once.

- - -

He waited...he watched...
He gathered his energy once more, stretching out tendrils of power.
So many bodies...so many willing corpses...

- - -

The line shifted and fractured...
Janise tore through the men as if they were nothing.
She had just reached the old Warhorn when Grayl gave the signal...
A single pulse that radiated form his being and ripped through the lines. The men staggered for a moment before realizing it had no effect. Pushing on they forced their way into the breach and met the spears of Baneites. Their shield ring was bright gold, a testament to their commanders knowledge and skill of battle. Their spears trusted again and again, reaping a toll of human souls.

As that signal went out, the dead began to rise.
Myriad burst forth from the corpses on the battlefield, scattered...yet unified in action. Most entered combat with nearby members of the Order. A full line charged Zhall as he raged a cry of battle, harvesting the dead as wheat to his great weapon. Janise danced out of combat, looking for those suitable to her master's needs. Full-bodies unwilling and able. She found her first mark and placed her hands around him as would a lover.
And in a moment...they were gone.

- - -

Grayl turned and placed a hand on the mans face.
He fell in an instant, withered nigh to dust by a single touch.
"Much better..." he whispered to Janise. "....more..."
She turned...and was gone.

- - -

"Brothers! FORWARD!"
Astelan marched his ranks into formation, the three remaining that were able to walk and fight.
As they began, an utter sense of foreboding washed over the Lightbringer and he turned to the forest they had left behind. His eyes weren't beyond this world, but he could see what horror had crept up on them in the night. He trembled. He quaked. The Horde before was nothing to the vast army behind.
The Red Death had come.

Vertejaune.

- - -

"Bring me forth into that bastion."
"It shall be done." Vela said with a bow.
She turned and gave the signal for the Legion to march.
Vert. turned to his avatar and whispered, looking at the field of war.
"Kill him."
The Mighty Genobee charged, heading for the inner Ward and it's prey within.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Gloria Perpetua

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Mon Aug 17, 2009 3:05 pm

Author's Note: As before, the next few events happen at roughly the same time.
I figured I'll start with what's strongest in my mind...the music is pumping...please tune your Pip-Boys to DoV and don't hit start till the duel begins...Hope you enjoy.
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He let them clash.
Two armies came to grips on the field of war. The Order and the Forces of Deceit smashed into each other with such ferocity that for an instant the weather of Ash and snow let up before tumbling down renewed. A score of men fell before the blades of the fresh Baneites. The Order extracted a butcher's bill to pay for such atrocity, but still the tide was vast.
It was then he struck...

It was then Myriad joined the battle.

Hundreds of skeletons rose from the ground, steel in their hands, murder in their mind.
It mattered not from whence the blood flowed...only that it did so. Baneite and man fell before the reaping harvest of Myriad. Like a great black tide, the skeletal army cleared entire areas, securing them for the Bane. He needed little prompting from Grayl. He would kill each and everyone of them.

- - -

It hadn't taken her long to find her.
It took even less time to get there...so many dead bodies...just waiting to exhale.
In moments she stood before her...bones signing in the wind.

- - -

She had just returned from presence of Grayl when she saw her foe.
It was as if Fate demanded them to fight.

"How ironic..." the blue lady began.
Janise stood her ground in silence.
"...that we should meet like this. The collector...and one who is that which I collect..."
Still Janise made no reply.
"I remember...when you had flesh...you were pretty good Janise..."
Her bones sang like chimes in the wind that came through the bastion.
Janise slowly moved her cloak to one side and extended her left hand, palm open and facing the sky.
Vela nodded at the invitation and the duel began.

For a moment they stood in silence...
Then, at some unseen signal, they exploded into violent movement. The air cracked with the boom of a filling void. They flew over the ground, Janise moving to the right as Vela jumped corpse to corpse...the mostly boneless remains of hundreds...agony still trapped and waiting to be exploited. The blue lady kept pace with Janise as she rocketed over the Bastion grounds. With a quick glance over her shoulder, Janise went up the fall, executed a flip over a watching Vela and took off back the way she came as soon as she touched down. Vela ghosted through corpses, expelling agony and trapped souls left and right, picking a random path through the tattered remains. As she passed the area where they began, Janise spun and drew her serrated weapon. Vela, in a fine red mist, brandished her own bone replica and they met blade for blade.
Baneites, still loyal to the Bane, watched in awe as two warriors of far greater caliber squared off.
They exchanged blows at a furious rate, slashing and counter-slashing, ducking and weaving inside each others guard, trying to lever each other off balance. Janise suddenly pushed the assault to her right, moving while engaging the Bone Collector. Vela kept pace, an explosion of blood accompanying her every move. They ghosted down the length of the Bastion before Janise broke off the attack and formed a Will-o-wisp directly in front of her.
Vela retreated a few corpses back.
She had just enough time to put up her guard as Janise came crashing down with a heavy-handed blow. They exchanged another flurry of blows before Vela exploited the nearby corpses. A furious explosion of blood and guts raged around Janise. The Bone Maiden rose from the red mist as if on wings, executing an amazing back flip out of the radius of harm. She ghosted away, heading back down the length of the crumbled stone wall. Without hesitation, Vela pursued.
Janise moved over the broken ground without a stumble or misstep.
As Vela gained ground, the Bone Maiden released a series of Will-o-Wisps every few steps. It was all Vela could do to jump from corpse to corpse, staying away from the gyrating explosions of pure energy. Still she chased, gaining on Janise before jumping before the moving target. Janise, ever so quick, released a frightening amount of daggers from the confines of her deep cloak. Even with her own bonelaced garment, Vela could feel the sting of steel. She reacted with a grasping hand at the nearby corpses. Even with Myriad cranking out skeletal minions, there was enough bone in the area to form a complete prison this one time. Janise had sensed the attack and took to the air in a desperate jump. Vela however moved into the prison as it shut before striking again as Janise landed.
The Bone Maiden found herself confined, the Bone Collector having swapped places as soon as Janise had touched down. However, what Vela did not expect, was the sudden release of several Will-o-Wisps inside the prison, then a feeling of distortion as she was suddenly switched with Janise before the agonizing pain of energy disruption encompassed her.
Thrown back by the blast, Vela retreated several corpses.
She clutched her left side, her face contorting in agony as she removed a strip of bone from her own flesh. It was all she had time for as Janise pressed her advantage, swinging her blade in wide hard strokes, trying to end the battle before Vela caught a second wind. Desperation breed determination. Vela, unwilling to fall before such torrential blows jumped several corpses before striking Janise from behind. Bone rang on Bone as the blow struck true. Janise stumbled a step before being struck from the left. Again from the right, bone reverberating through her skull as she took a blow to her helm. Another from the back and two from the fore as Vela jumped through corpses with devastating accuracy.
A growl, a deep guttural snarl sounded from somewhere inside Janise. She lashed out with her left arm at blinding speed, catching Vela square in the jaw. The Bone Collector bounced off the fist as if it was a wall, sprawling on the ground before taking to her feet as she jumped through another body. Janise flurried toward her, moving to strike. Vela back peddled through corpses eating up ground. Yet as she tried to jump left or right, Janise countered by Will-o-Wisping corpses on either side. Confined to a narrow lane, running out of room as the predator came in for the death stroke, Vela tried to do what she had never been able to before.
She exploited Janise.

The wards, bound into her very bones by Grayl barely held.
Janise felt herself begin to shatter, her very essence slipping between cracked marrow.
She began to fall, her body snapping apart.
With fury, with rage and anguish she focused her wrath into a ball of energy.
The Wisp formed in Vela's breastplate before exploding her abdomen out of her spine.

Her body was thrown into the air by such an explosion.
She felt the sudden rush of air as Janise flurried after her, striking with pure intent.
Vela denied her strike, just bringing her own weapon to the fore. Steel and bone clashed for a brief moment. As Janise started her descent to the ground, she began to glow...her form vibrating with such ferocity she was sure to fall apart. Vela looked on in confusion, then horror as she too began her descent. Blood spilling after...
With speed unmatched by any on this world Janise stormed across the Bastion. Each and every corpse, every shred of human and Baneite remain was slashed to ribbons. Energy ignited in a furious tempo, struggling to match each and every gesture it's musician played. A red mist began to rise above the blinding white of rapturous death.
And in that swirling mist, Janise rose on a pillar of blood and fury, striking with such precision and speed that Vela simply did not see it until she was face to face with her killer. She felt no wound, no pain, just a blessed sweet release from everything.
Her form smacked the ground, clearing out the fading smoke and blood red mist.
Janise landed not too far away.
She managed a single glance toward the skyline of the parapet before her body broke down...crumbling into dust.

- - -

In the cold misty morning gleaming rays awake the dawn.
Here I stand, a stranger in this land. Does your conscience betray you?
Falling from grace, feel the sun on my face. Does desire still hold true?

he asked.

"Mystified by her beauty...does the hunter pity his prey?
Under starless skies oh why must I die and fade away?"

she responded

Take my hand...divine or damned. Make a stand, seize the day.
"Yours or mine, damned of divine? I draw the line, come what may..."

Looking down from ethereal skies...silent crystalline tears I cry.
For all must say their last goodbye...to Paradise...

He offered his hand.

"My yearning is silenced by angelic skin of white.
Love conquers all for heaven's fall this faithful night.
Yours or mine, damned of divine? I draw the line. Serpentine...
Love is a tragedy. All that I have, all that I'll ever need..."

She took his hand in hers.
"...is right here inside. Let the winds of freedom be my guide.
I've cheated and I've lied...been the victim of foolish pride.
I've begged and I've crawled and I've battled and bled for it all!
Now I'll savor the downfall...of Paradise..."


Hollow, The Anthem took up her soul and together...in a slowly swirling dance only He could see...
Together they vanished.

- - -

Grayl moved his glance back upon the battlefield.
Death was at his door...and he would not miss its knock.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Earth's Embrace

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Wed Sep 30, 2009 5:43 pm

Zhall Warhorn loudly roared his fury, swinging into the black tide of skeletons with great rending sweeps.
Again and again they would rise, only to fall to the immense weapon in droves. Zhall pushed himself further into the Inner Ward, ordering his men to drive them back, to strike for the Parapet and to finish the great deed in a single stroke. The men of the Order rallied for their cause, driving a deep wedge into the Myriad lines, yet even they became bogged down in the intense combat. So caught up in the charge, Zhall did not even know he was the target for an engine of destruction till it was already among his men.

The air was filled with a violent rain, thick and black.
The vast hum of insect wings threatened to consume everything that could hear. A great demon strode towards them, men and skeletons knocked aside as it charged with a single purpose in mind. To slay the great beast Zhall Warhorn and drink deep of it's life blood. The demon stopped it's advance just short of Zhall and unleashed a horrible screech that shattered the air around it. Men fell to their knees, flesh harvested by the skeletons of Myriad before even the bones of His skeletons were chewed apart by the Swarm.

Zhall wasted no time, hammering against the mighty Genobee with blows that could fell a fortress.
The demon avatar took them, weathering the storm without so much as a lifted appendage. The thick carapace resonating with the impact of the weapon each and every hit. Zhall pulled back, growling his ire.

"...feeble..." Genobee hissed.
The creature assaulted.

~More Later
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ZO: Hate of Angels

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Thu Oct 29, 2009 2:45 pm

Authors Note Please tune your Pip-Boys to HTF and engage when our hero opens his eyes.
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In the midst of a battle, he prayed.
While those around him fought and died, he prayed.
While two armies of the Bane clashed with those of the Order, he prayed.
As his allies faced terrible wounds at the hands of horrible demons, he prayed.
He could feel the baneites just before him, still he prayed.
Someone screamed for him to stand and fight, he instead prayed.
The beast was before him, club raised high, he prayed...and was answered.

Astelan opened his eyes.
His sword, the Lion Blade, sword of his father, clove the beast in two. Astelan set his sight across the field of battle, even as his foes stood before him, and fixed his gaze upon the Demon who led the unholy army of Baneites. Astelans honor guard formed a protective circle around their lord, silent, unyielding, affirm. Astelan raised his sword and whispered.
The Spirit of Victor washed down upon them, his visage only visible for a moment as a great ethereal being astride a horse. His cloak washed over Astelan and the men around him, infusing them with the almighty power of the Divine. As one they lifted up their voices in praise. Astelan leveled his sword at the distant figure of Vertejaune, loudly trumpeting his battle cry of challenge.The others mimicked his words as the charged.

"Face me evil bastards!Taste the hate of angels!
Glory, pride and bloodshed!
Cowards and beholders, rapers of my wisdom!
Mix of dust and bones!"


"Go back to your abyss!"
"Astelan will not fall!"
"But your heads will soon roll!"
"Test the blade of heroes!"
"Fury of the thunder!"
"Hit my golden shield!"

((As one))
"So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat our evil enemies!
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of Holy Thunderforce!"

They carved a wicked path, felling any foolish enough to stand between them and their goal.
As one they pushed toward the distant figure of the Red Death, armor turning aside blows that would wound a man, weapons cleaving through the Baneites flesh with ease. Again they stood their ground for a moment while Astelan trumpeted his challenge. His voice rose over the battlefield, clear for all to hear.

"Arwald and Aresius! With the bloody warrior! On our way to battle!
Chaos and oblivion, trouble and this Order, will have never met!
The last fallen heroes will defeat your forces!"

"Thousand spirits calling!"
"On the furthest mountain, I will see your fire, quenched by holy force!"

"So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat our evil enemies!
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of Holy Thunderforce!"

Power radiated around them in an exploding nova.
The divine light burned away the impurity of the monsters around them reducing flesh to muscle, muscle to bone, bone to ash. The ground smoldered where they stood, no sign of anything other than their small force remained. Their battle awen descended and as one they struck forth as a ready sword, delivering swift justice and vengeance against all those that were before them. The build up of power about them was immense, a tangible force. Those that did not fight, fled. Those that did not flee, cowered, only to be cut down. Those that were not cut down, turned against their own, striking with a fervor and cause so unlike anything else the purity of it burned them from within, rendering them hallow shells filled only with the driving light of the Divine.
Arcs of lightning cracked forth from the Lion Blade, scattering the Baneites before the group, driving them back to their masters whip. Vert. drove his nearby forces to meet the strike forth of the Almighty War God, only to watch in dismay as his numbers carried for nothing against them. Their will drove them forth, the Spirit of Victor and his battle awen protecting them from harm, giving retribution at their fingertips, Divine wrath in the form of man on earth.
Again the group pushed onward, ever closer to their goal, blades red with their foes lifeblood...ground soaked in the crimson fluid of life. The strike force had reached within normal earshot of the Voidwalker. The foes here devoted in body and mind to their master. They would not retreat, they would not be turned, they would not go without dragging the men to Hell with them. Astelan ascended the crest of a crag and pointed his blade, ushering his men forward, so close to their goal. The Words descended upon him and once again he bellowed his challenge to Vertejaune.

"Face me evil bastards!Taste the hate of angels!
Glory, pride and bloodshed!
Cowards and beholders, rapers of my wisdom!
Mix of dust and bones!"


"Go back to your abyss!"
"Astelan will not fall!"
"But your heads will soon roll!"
"Test the blade of heroes!"
"Fury of the thunder!"
"Hit my golden shield!"

"So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat our evil enemies!
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of Holy Thunder..."
"So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat our evil enemies!
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of Holy Thunder..."
"So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings to defeat our evil enemies!
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne in the name of Holy Thunderforce!"

As his men died, giving their lives to add to Astelans growing power, the Vendetta Savant flew into the air upon the wings of his father and with a great yell Fell From Grace. The mighty blow struck the earth with such force that all across the field of war those with eyes turned away, while those without were stunned by the tremors it left.
Astelan stood over the form of Vert. as the Voidwalker got to his feet. The Lion Blade rose up and yet...the awen lifted, fleeing broken at the sight of that which had broken the physical form of the man it once was.
Astelan looked on in horror...at a terror both he and the Red Death didn't, couldn't, comprehend the presence of.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: The Lost Half-Hour

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:33 pm

"He shouldn't be allowed to do this..."
The Dahaka shifted his gaze to take in the creature called Grayl.
Though he would not admit it, the presence of such an enigma as the construct that made up Grayl drove a very mortal pang of terror into his breast. Simply by existing Grayl turned the time line over and around him. Why? The Dahaka could not say, perhaps there was truth to the dark rumors about the creatures birthing, of how ancient and terrible its power really was. For who could say? Was Grayl really older than the Dahaka himself? He was a paradox, Grayl...and history abhorred a paradox.

"How often that is said by the losing side in history..."
Grayl didn't bother to shift his gaze to take in the Dahaka.
He would freely admit, though not to the Dahaka's face, that time was just another tool in his vast repertoire to create Balance. The powers of the Dahaka were vast in regards to temporal movement, for here, as they spoke, time had stopped altogether. Simply by waving his hand the Guardian of the Time Line had ceased all actions in the world except for him and present company. Grayl shook his head and spoke, pointing to the falling form of Astelan.

"Look...see him. The Avenging Son. He carries about him the cloak of his father. His father slain by the Blood God. The Blood God in turn slain by Astelan. The remnant of the Blood God, vanquished before the full circle. By rights Astelan should not be granted that which he has without repercussions...."
Now Grayl shifted his gaze.
"Can you not see? Balance is upset. Vertejaune should not fall to the Lion Blade. Not here on this field...he still has much to play out in our grand design. Look there..." Grayl pointed to a spot whee Vela had fallen and was since taken up. "...already he is lost but both his generals. The woman Vela falling to Janise...His avatar struggling in the battle with the Earth Warden Zhall." Grayl shook his head, his arms falling to his side.
"Good has won much over Evil these moments..."

"What do you suggest creature?"
Grayl's grin was loathsome to behold...if only it could be seen.
"Why, give me half a day. Speed time along while they stand still."
The Dahaka stood a moment in thought, as if considering.
"In return one half-hour shall be kept from you until they need it...and they shall have it."
"Done." Grayl hissed.

With a wave of his hand, the Dahaka did what was asked.
The sun screamed across the sky, shadows rose from the corners.
Time passed for the world, but not for those who lived upon it.

"All is done. Farewell."
Grayl said nothing as the Dahaka vanished. He watched, he waited as time slowly began to flow once more.
His smile did not vanish but grew wider as it began to rain...blood.

Three days have now passed since the Blood God's Champion fell...it will rain blood today.
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Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
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Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Legacy of Blood Pt 2

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Fri Jan 22, 2010 7:25 pm

Blood. It wills our destiny, our fate, our actions. Cruor Vult.
Blood is the reason we exist. In blood all is revealed. Past. Present. Future. Our self, our being. Memories, flaws, strengths. All flow from the red waters of life. Blood is in all things. The earth bleeds when it is struck hard enough. The heart of a mountain beats with the its own blood. The ocean runs red at times, filled, flowing, crashing down with wave upon wave of the vital fluid. Blood is Power, it gives the strength and the will to strive and to slay. Blood is loyalty, a sacrifice of blood makes an oath unbreakable. Blood is majesty, the royal line, the higher class, the elite. Blood is knowledge, the blood of an ancient holds the keylines and laylines to unfathomable secrets, collected in their years.

Blood is life.
For when the Red God calls...there is only one thing that can satiate his ever burning thirst.
Blood.
Blood for the Blood God.


Anick opened his eyes to the world.
Then drowned it in blood.
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Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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ZO: Bloods Promise

Post by Kaome Sky Deathand » Wed Feb 24, 2010 7:13 pm

There was only a single desire.
To kill Him.

A thousand forms swam on the battlefield and yet they were nothing but sacks of blood. Anick towered over their pathetic forms, towering spires of the waters of life drained from the lesser filth in his wake, pouring into him, feeding his never-ending hunger, filling him with much needed power. They died in droves as his clawed hands struck them out of the way, his wings smashing others to pieces while his eyes were fixed on but one. Even as he smashed his way to him, none dared move. They could not, for his form was majesty and his power overwhelming.

He smashed the last little pathetic ant in his way, sending the form of one he did not even deign to recognize as a council member skittering into the treeline. For Anick stood before the man that had banished him from the world and all he could dwell on was the promise he made oh so long ago. He snatched up the warrior, backhanding the pathetic twig he considered a weapon and brought the man up to meet his gaze.

"I told you human...your head will be mounted on a pike before my future kingdom...that you may see for eternity the atrocities that I shall wreak."
With that, Anick brought his jaws down and bit the head off of Astelan, throwing the body like a ragdoll into the field of war before spitting the mans head to the ground.
It rained blood as Anick roared in triumph and the sky shed tears for the loss of yet another champion.
Cruor Vult

Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of our greatest strength, and our greatest weakness.

Soon we shall be One...joined in the Word.

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