A new era in original, fantasy RP. Four populated nations surround the ruins at the center of the known world - each with their own, strong culture. This original tale is woven around lush forests, dangerous city slums, raging seas, and endless valleys. A writer's greatest adventure is an application away.
Be it advanced technology, a knightly order, the way of a hunter, or the strength of a gang as your shield.. the land's new-born darkness will tear away at anything in its path. Fight for the gods? Fight for you nation? Fight for yourself?
WHO WILL YOU BLAME.
That's right. Be wary. Each thread the desecrants show up in will have a maximum amount of players allowed to enter to fight it. Though they may not be defeated right away, you might make them think twice about facing mankind... and could very well find them somewhere else in the world later on trying to get better luck.
A competition has been set up to create your very own NPCs! Create up to five for around the world of From Dust and you have a chance to get them accepted into the site's beastiary! This expands on our member-created base as an original site, so have at it!
This thread has some rules to be aware of and abide by if you are choosing to participate. We will be strict with this so please pay close attention.
1) Anyone can join this thread butyou will need to post an introduction thread. This will determine the posting order which staff will post up at the start and monitor as we progress. (If you are not a participant then you can state that you were watching a fight which is why you are here)
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3) If you are next to post and you do not post within 1 week of the previous post, the staff will deem you knocked out and unable to continue. You may ask to come back in but you MUST speak with a staff member first. This is so we can keep the event moving.
4)DO NOT God-mode in this thread, no one is meant to be strong enough to face what we have in store (not yet she says ). So enjoy this one as a little character and plot development.
Given that this is our first thread like this, please be kind. It’s all new but we are really excited about what we have in store for you *laughs evilly*. So hang in there during as we try to make this as smooth and fun event as possible.
"What an exciting round of matches!" the voice of the announcer would boom to life from the center of the arena. On either side of him stood the many contestants that had taken part in the first round match-ups. The short stubby man would raise his hands to the crowd, "Let's give our contestants a round of applause!" he said in his loud booming voice and on command the crowd roared to life, cheering each contestant and enjoying the hospitality of Domhan Tir. The eruption of the crow bringing the area to life with violent trembling as the people began to stamp their feet in union. Finally when the crowd settled the announcer would clear his throat "Without further delay the winners of the first round are!" he called out raising a hand into the air which caused a hush from the crowd. "The first match, a dynamic battle between Story Luminus of Hyrst and Alexander Reinhart of Aquavia!" the crowd would cut off the announcer as people cheered for their respective country. The announcer would again wait for the crowd to settle before he continued, "The winner of the first match is S--"however before he could finish….....
He stood with the crowd to honor the judges as they prepared to make their announcement. However, green eyes glowed angrily from beneath his hooded cloak. He smelled something amiss. It wasn't right, what he sensed. It shouldn't have been there... and the longer it went undetected by mortals, the more it made his blood simmer with anger and apprehension...
He didn't like ... cheaters...
He began moving forward. The crowd parted for him only because he would not allow them to stand in his way... walking ... then stepping quickly... jogging and finally a full out run to the edge of the stands so high above the arena...
As he reached the edge he jumped, almost swan diving off the bleachers, cloak wrapping around him only to be ripped into shreds and feathers as he roared angrily, darting through the air with the finesse only the antler headed god had. Ever present upon his head, the antlers glowed brilliantly in the light of the sun as feathered wings beat the wind across the sands of the arena, kicking up a fair storm as his claws, long and scaly, reached for the hidden, forbidden thing that marred his country and broke his laws. Simple laws, fair laws that were there for the protection not only of his country but of all mankind!
His claws reached out and scraped, ripping and tearing at the Aquavian man's flesh... no... not flesh... his jacket... and beneath?
Armor made of ... some strange material that was neither natural nor acceptable within this country.
"DEFILER!" Came the animistic roar as he beat his wings savagely, forcing all on the sands beneath him to kneel before the wind storm he was creating with his raw, unchecked displeasure. His reptilian hiss and the fur ruffling along his body seemed so strange together... it were as if this creature, obviously dragon in shape, were made of every other sort of creature; the head of a serpent, the antlers and fur of a dear, the wings of an owl, the claws and legs of the legendary dragon of old... and a long, whip like tail with which to command his body. Brilliant eyes scanned over all the people on the sands, singularly judging their hearts... and immediately he felt his anger die. None here had meant harm... they had fought passionately... and yet... this thing... this armor... could not be overlooked... not with everything he'd done to uphold the Constructs.
"Your skin, your bones.. your loved ones, your home.. they will all burn."
A loud and thunderous boom would burst into existence. The ground would tremble violently, and the sky would darken as the clouds thickened above, blocking out the rays of the sun that once bathed the arena floor with their vibrant warmth. Looking up from the arena the announcer would only stare as the clouds began to take a life of their own swirling at the center creating a sort of vortex that was outlined by multiple bolts of lightning that would wrap, and spark to life around the surface of the many dark clouds...
Within it? A horror that had slept long enough. The fabric of the air itself tore like a banner, an enormous hand reaching out through it to pull it open further. He roared - the solid sound of his voice making the ground tremble and walls shake, some cracking or beginning to crumble. His arm flexed and stretched him out of the wider opening, showing his giant form to all. Huge horns decorated his head.. his skin a deep and ominous purple, clearly displaying his horrifying build that pressed the veins of his body so close to the surface. Metal decorated his chest and arms - not layed upon him.. but embedded into his flesh. The metals of war - both scars and trophies. When he took his first step out of the darkened clouds onto the ground in the center of the arena, it cracked beneath him.
He was here for a reason: to destroy. Large wings, tattered and worn, outstretched from his back like a bat - gigantic in nature, and took the air's space around him. There was only one second of silence as he stood there in all his glory.. taller and larger than two of mankind's strongest men.. and his eyes sparked with the lightning above - blue and angry. He smirked on the side of his mouth, nostrils flaring in excitement, and lowered himself with wings high behind him in preparation.
"I AM AGGRESSION!!!!!" it would deafen those in the arena, shouted at the white dragon before him and all around, almost as if some frag had gone off yards away from their ears. His wings flapped heavily downwards to propel himself slightly above the arena."RUN, WORMS!!!" he laughed, a claw swiping heavily by the top of one of the arena's pillars, crashing it with ease and slamming it into the dirt below. People scattered everywhere.. screaming.. pleading.. begging, dying, bleeding. And there was joy in his eyes.
"I'll be your salvation. If you refuse? I'll send you to Hell"
“Now now my pet”A woman’s voice echoed around the arena – it was alluring and laced with malicious intent. “You’ll scare them all away before I even get to introduce myself” The voice mocked hurt as she spoke to the beast. “Come Aggression.” From atop one of the pillars sat a woman, her legs were crossed over one another – her thighs thick and her body emulating that of seduction and power. Septem raised her hand, her fingers curling as she drew the demon towards her. The beast came to stand beside her with his wings towering from behind giving the effect of Septem herself having the nightmarish wings. It was almost like hell had been taken over and a new bad was crowned Queen.
"Hush" with one whisper and wave of her hand the crowd in the arena hushed, all eyes now on her. "A God?" She chuckled as she raised the hand she had yet to show. There, held loosely in her fingertips by the hair was the head of the God Dym. There was an outcry which made her lips curl up at the ends, a devilish smile for all to see. "Oh, was he important?" She laughed as she dropped his head, it fell from her fingers and rolled a few times as it landed on the arena floor with a disgusting thud - mere steps away from Orik. "I guess there is a new God in town" her laughter rang out, lightning flashed behind her and Aggression roared beside her.
Septem stood, the deep green of her skin covered only by a tattered brown skirt and midriff top. Her tail flicked about her and her midnight hair danced on the wind. She shook her head as she watched the ants below. "Hmm this just wont do." Throwing her arms up to the sky her body started to shift. No longer was her skin that reddish green-yellow, it was a dull grey. Her hair sprouted blonde from the roots to the tips. There was no longer a tail and she changed her clothing to armour but left her midriff exposed. He lips were now dyed purple and her eyes a glowing bloodred "I am your salvation. If you shall refuse? I'll send you to Hell!" She laughed again as the demon beside her launched from its perch sending the arena into a frenzy which began to create a battlefield where those who dared could test their courage against the might that is Septem and her Power.
There was a new 'God'in town and she planned to stay.
The head rolled to a stop before him and the wind died. For a moment, there was not a sound in the world. The earth itself stopped breathing as the great green eyes of the white stag, now dragon, took in the reality of what that round, foul smelling propaganda truly was. As his eyes dilated and a deep, keening scream pierced the ears of mortal and immortal across all plains his eyes snapped to the vile creature that appeared woman and the scream gave way to a deep and feral roar.
"... There is no word in man's tongue nor beast's for the loathsome depths of your being... and any reference to any creature living would surely be an insult to even the lowliest of amoebas... Let us hear your name, foulest of the foul, so that we may sing it at your dirge... for you will not escape this day unscathed... Not for the depravities you have brought to me here... and not for your trespassing upon sacred right!"
He sang out again a deep, trumpeting roar of anger as he prepared to launch himself at the vile creatures, wings beating up a small hurricane in the arena with his righteous rage.
Post by Ivan Sahale on Jun 25, 2014 2:57:28 GMT -6
I will hunt you down...
The tournaments first rounds had come to a close, he along with the other competitors found himself standing around the arena itself watching as the announcer yelled at the top of his lungs ready to announce the winners so that they could move on to the next rounds. Ivan was unsure of what would happen here on out, did he make it to the next rounds? Or as he done? If either or, he aimed to leave he was done with this tournament. The large white haired man found himself too distracted with other thoughts to really allow him to give this tournament his all, Ivan was so taken by his thoughts that he would fail to realize the announcer had stopped talking; he was too lost in his own mind. Thinking about Ze-- it was then a thunderous boom echoed into the arena, Ivan came back to he present world noticing the area around him had darkened the large man looked up to see the sky coming to life. The clouds, those were not rain clouds...they were, different; he would see the clouds swirl around each other, and begin to split as if making a vortex, or a portal of sorts.
Like the animal he had hunted with his tribe, Ivan could feel his instinct screaming at him to flee telling him to leave this area as fas as he could. But the warrior of Domhan Tir remained rooted in place, his sharp golden spheres focused upon the blanket of darkness that had enveloped the clouds, what he saw next was something that amazed Ivan so much all he could do was drop his jaw open in shock. That thing it was, it was huge! It was taller than him, Ivan would only focus his eyes on the mammoth of a beast that descending from the skies. The scene that unfolded next was chaotic, it was all such a mess; Ivan could tell this demonic creature which was the best way he could describe it was far above his skill level.The way it so easily toppled a stone pillar with a single swipe, such minimal effort; Ivan would grind his teeth against one another. 'Just what the hell is this!?' he thought to himself watching as the scene continued to get worse, and worse.
Then another voice echoed into the arena, it was not the beasts nor was it Orik, it was a woman well at least from the voice he assumed her to be such. Ivan watched from below as the woman transformed herself, and tossed some head towards Orik. He was not aware of who that head belonged to but he figure dit of importance if this woman considered it necessary to toss it towards an already angry God. When the woman was done talking she would jump down from the shoulder of the beast, Ivan watched her with a pair of piercing golden eyes; did he offer them salvation or damnation? Who did she think she was to make such an offer? Was she another God, if so why the hell was Orik just standing there growling, and roaring like an angry pup!?
Turning away from Orik, who as far as Ivan was concerned was either trying to puff up his chest with his little wind display or he was preparing some strong attack, either or this had gone on far enough. The Silve--Zero, was already plaguing his mind with worries, he needed to talk to her, and this arrogant bitch that decided to interrupt the tournament had successfully stalled his plans. Why wouldn't he just tlak to Zero?! Fine this woman wanted to come here, show off decapitated heads, and ruin everyone elses plans? Then Ivan was going to cleave her in half, let Orik deal with the giant, and he was leaving to find Zero he was done with all this. He mised that woman, and he needed to see her already! The crowd fled those who were civilians that had come here to witness some good sport were running for their life. But Ivan, he was running against the crowd while the common people ran away the bounty hunter of Domhan Tir rushed to the arena where the demonic beast had landed.
Kicking off the ground with his powerful legs he would land onto the solid ground of the area, standing a good deal of a distance away from the large winged beast. Reaching up Ivan gripped the hilt of his cleaver drawing it from scabbard on his back, his sharp eyes looked up at the woman that sat atop the pillar "Enough of this senseless banter! I am going to cut your head off here, and now!" he called out raising his cleaver overhead ready to start the fight! But first he needed to get passed the hulking beast that dwarfed him... But firs
Helen found herself tensed, without guns, in Domhan Tir in the face of a threat and pure hatred wrenched up inside of her. They had caught her unaware. The anger drove up inside of her and spiraled, burning in her head, her heart--and for a solitary horrible moment she wanted Domhan Tir to burn. This fucking country--
She realized that she could suffer and die here, and her hand raised up into the air; a mark upon her palm twisted and she jerked her hand down. Immediately, within the stands, they moved. Gigas, ten of them, ten new members, Cannon Fodder, and Helen turned--"Whomever survives this is going to get a Tamesis-damned promotion, you understand that?!" Her hand shot down to grab her knife, to twist it into the air, as a second landed in the other hand. Before the stands they stood on had collapsed, the lot had made their way into the arena.
Oh, hey, look at that.
She gave him a nod, and realized rather quickly that standing in front of the gods wasn't her best...choice.
Oh well. Helen bared her teeth and wished sorely she'd thought of bringing a gun to the awards ceremony--ah, she'd probably have been hung for it before, but now...she looked at Septem, snorted, and grinned. "And what've you got that'll make us accept your offer, huh? Accept you as our salvation. Hell doesn't really scare Zhadrahni."
Perhaps it was a bold statement, but when the Gigas tilted their heads back and howled behind her, Helen felt a deep pride fill her belly, and then she shifted her knife blades to hold onto them, to squeeze tight; her lips twitched and curled and she waited, staring into the darkness of these two and pondering it for all she could. Perhaps...things could be...changed. Deals made.
Shetani is here to see the fights be announced; she has not arrived in Tir fast enough to see the fights themselves, and she was not originally planning to see the fights at all...but here she is, slumped in the stands, nursing a few bruises from being robbed a few days prior in Hryst; her eyes close for a moment and she breathes out, trying to relax, because her eyes are focusing on the man in the arena, the Aquavian, and it looks like he's hiding something, but she's not entirely sure, and she doesn't want to be witness to a disturbance. She is up near the top of the stands, and her hands settle down on her knees; she just feels uneasy in general, feels a little bit sick, really, and she feels her throat dry up. Something's wrong, fact, and she knows it, another fact: the woman who robbed her is sitting only a few rows down and Shetani feels the bile rising in the back of her throat; a pale hand presses the arch of her neck and scratches as she wheezes softly.
Orik, is that Orik it must be Orik, sweeps forward and screams and things happen so fast after that that Shetani isn't aware of much; her head snaps up as the first figure appears, and then, the man pulls himself from the portal and breaks the arena and the toppling pillar breaks down and Shetani is slammed back, pitching forward, screaming, her power activating immediately because she has to be able to survive this, she has --
Debris slams into her chest and Shetani gives a quiet cry as the wind is knocked from her, as her body falls to the arena floor, her hands jerk when she smacks against the cracking ground. Shetani's head tilts up and she feels a great pain in her body, but it's nothing she's unused to, so she stumbles backwards, then forces herself to move through the suffocating sensation in her chest. It's tight, and she grabs her collarbone as she pulls her meat-cutting knife from her dress and stands, hunched, but her eyes are on the others, and she is all but ignoring the beasts before her, her breath coming in pained wheezes.
"Brynne, please," Shetani whispers, doubling over because pain lances through her, something's broken--"Please keep me alive--I'm going to try my best, but..."
ADVANCED REFLEXES: 1/3 posts.
IT'S OH SO PLAYFUL WHEN YOU DEMONIZE TO SPIT OUT THE FAITHFUL, YOU'RE WILLING AND ABLE WORDS ARE WEAPONS I AM TERRIFIED YOU'RE NOTHING IN MY WORLD
Post by Gareth MacKay on Jun 25, 2014 9:55:37 GMT -6
He kicked himself for not being registering in time for the tournament. Work had taken him too far away at the last minute, and now Gareth sat in the stands, vicariously enjoying the fights through the participants. The only exceptional thing about it was Orik's appearance out of the masses. He had never seen a god, and he had to take a moment to marvel at the creature that had formed from seemingly human flesh almost instantaneously. But then lightning struck. A head rolled.
Everything had stopped. People ran. People screamed. But Gareth could only stand from his seat. He had stumbled upon a battle between gods--and his were losing. He began running down the stands from his seat and pushing himself through the current of frightened bodies as they moved outward until he had reached the bottom and about to enter the arena until he felt like he hit a stone wall. He could feel it bubbling up inside of him, like a sickness. He looked out at Aggression, his eyes wide in fear and reverence. It was as if something in the giant body called him. He grew angrier--why? Why was he feeling such a kinship with this thing? The reflection served the purpose of making him burn hotter. He could feel his inner fire begin to blaze in ways that he had nightmares about, but what scared Gareth the most was that he was starting to like it. His mind flashed back to that night where he felt his father burn away from underneath of him. The acrid smell of burning flesh. The horrifying screams of a man who was being baptized by fire. Things that Gareth had worked hard to move away from, he now felt drawn to. Was it this creature? Was it Gareth?
"F--- that," he yelled up to the creature. He was nothing like Aggression. He could not have been. Gareth jumped down into the arena proper, rolling forward as he landed to distribute the force of the fall. He drew his sword, a beaten thing who had been through hell and back with Gareth and began moving closer to the beast in a sprint. Once he got closer he realized his mistake--in his anger he had forgotten that at least one of these two had killed a god. He was supposed to kill them how, exactly? Gareth cursed to himself now, seeing that his only option was to commit. He was never one to ask for help in a close fight, but that was not what this was. He looked around at the others that had joined the fray--lambs to the slaughter, lining themselves up to be killed. Just as he had done. Gareth was never one to ask for help in a fair fight, but this was not a fair fight. He knew he would have to go against his better judgement and defer. "Orik!" he screamed aggressively, sounding as if he were commanding, "what do you want us to do?" Gareth began bending his knees and securing his stance as Orik's wings began whipping the wind around them.