God-RP

[Dragonson]

Nicanor and Gilzarra find themselves standing next to Khuqua, Sharûk and Methuselah.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Hm.. you seem worried?'' he noticed, frowning.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Methuselah is apparently weakened by the Primeval! He is growing in power! We must travel to him and stop him, no time to lose. Methuselah! Open the gate!"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Yerstra hastil told ophelia that she had to go. "if you come with me sister, the primeval shall forgive you... i know your too feel hi pull..." and with that she dissapeared in a ball of flame... appearing next to he primeval. "I am here beloved, no need to worry, do you think that i would want to miss the destruction of the gods?" she gave her bloodthirty laugh.



Methuselah, struggling... "We... Must... Go... Now..."

and they were all sucked into a vortex.

 

[Fussiler1]

''What the--?!'' he shouted.
He tried to hold on, but he was sucked in.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Good thing I've already tasted this before...."

 

[The World Is Flat]

They were pulled through the fabric of the void, down and endless pit. Methuselah telled of the deep roar of the vortex. "i might take some time befoe i can properly open a gateway to the primevals location. by now he knows were coming!"

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua nodded.
"Hurry. We might be too late allready."

 

[Fussiler1]

''Time to get in action, no..?'' he mumbled to himself.
He took a last look at his sword and smiled.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: waiting for gyro.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Ah Damn", Gilzarra said. "I forgot my Staff". "No worries though, I can summon it by myself. No need for turning back".

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"The time of reckoning is near!" Sharûk said determined. "We will stand and fall together!"

OOC: Primeval Now.

IC:
"Ah, beloved one! The Gods are coming, but they are to late! I have recovered the physical remains of the Upper God! All his powers will soon be mine... Let the ritual begin!" Thousands and thousands of demons appeared out of nowhere, the huge chamber was suddenly lit by millions of candles, and a huge tomb dominated the center of the room. The floor was filled with occult symbols and strange writings only the Primeval understood. The Demon Lords tokk their positions in their designated circles, and the Primeval sat down in a huge Septagram positioned on the top of the tomb. "Now I will be the ruler of this world!" Green flames shot upwards, and suddenly all sound dissappeared. Dead silence filled the room. Silvery Dust rose from the tomb and started to shroud the Primeval's huge body.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Waitin' to land.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Same.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: Ho Hum (Same here).

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: I guess Flat knows when we'll land

 

[The World Is Flat]

The vortex opened and the god pored out into the chamber.

 

[Fussiler1]

He stared at the mass of demons.
''It's time.'' he mumbled.
He grinned.
''Chaaargeee!'' he shouted.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The Primeval opened his eyes and shouted. "Do not let them interrupt the ritual! Kill them!" Hordes of demons poured out from portals in thin air and immediately charged the gods. Sharûk lifted all his four arms and his skin arced with red lightnings once again. "Bring it on!"

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua silently watched the mass of demons.
But he did nothing. Not yet.

 

[Fussiler1]

Nicanor charged into the mass, swinging and cutting with his sword with the fury of a lion.
''Death to the Primeval, and death to Chaos!'' he roared.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah created a shockwave of slowing energy and followed it with a shockwave of void energy...

 

[dead-man-walking]

Gilzarra raised his hand to the air, summoning many leaves which transform into thousands of razor-sharp edges, and rushed them against the hordes of demons.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk charged into the fray, flailing wildly and sending red bolts of lightning towards the demons! But, for every demon that died, two more would rise from its corpse. "Die Bastards!" He shouted, he found no need for a fancy warcry.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Fight your way to the Primeval before this is over!'' he shouted to the other Gods.
With divine fury he smashed his way through the demon horde, fighting to reach the Primeval and stop the ritual before it was over.
''Taste the fury of the Upper God's sword!''

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Ho Hum. They are really lesser demons"
This time, a massive poisonous flower materializes on Gilzarra's hand, and he used the fumes as ammunition and began sniping the demons.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Suddenly, beams of green fire connected all the Demon Lords to the Primeval, and the markings on the floor started to glow with green fire. "It is useless! You will all die before me!" The Primeval shouted, adn his voice emitted from everywhere. "DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Sharûk shouted, and leaped from the floor.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah tried with all his mgith t slow down the primevals actions so that he could not defend agaisnt nicanor..

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"HAH! Your efforts are in vain! YOU CANNOT STOP ME!" The Primeval shouted, then laughed an infernal laughter.

 

[dead-man-walking]

Seeing the situation which is starting to get out of control, Gilzarra summons his mighty Greatstaff, and sent out a massive wave of growing stumps and shrubs, which knocks away all demons on its path.

 

[Fussiler1]

Using all his powers, he had almost reached the Primeval, hoping to stop him before it was too late.
''For the Gods!'' he shouted, smashing through the last demons.

OOC: We could have evil win.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Daedemomorphon appeared out of nowhere and trid to stab the primeval in the back, to give nicanor more time...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"DO NOT LET HIM REACH ME! TAKE HIS SWORD!" The Primeval roared, and huge demonic entities appeared infront of Nicanor, blocking his path.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"NICANOR! TAKE DOWN A DEMON LORD! DISRUPT THEIR CONNECTION WITH THE PRIMEVAL!", Gilzarra shouted as he rushed to take down Grinnok. "I SHALL HAVE MY VENGEANCE! YOU SHOULD HAVE THINKED TWICE BEFORE SLICING OFF MY HANDS!"

 

[Dragonson]

"Esssentia... Molrenkar... LORAS ETERNUM!"
With those words, Khuqua leaped into the air and flew straight towards the Primordial.
While in air, his armour covered more and more of his body, and when he was at the top of his arch he looked like a moving plate armour.
He swung his hammer down at the Primordial...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Shields of green fire emitted around the Demon Lords, adn everything in contact with the flame ceased to exist. The Primeval roared, and fire shot up at Khuqua.

 

[Fussiler1]

He roared and raised his force, slashing at them with full force.
''Die, foul breeds of Chaos! You will be banished back to the depths where you came from, and we shall not have mercy upon your soul!"'

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The sword sliced through the demons as if they were straws of grass, and the path to the Primeval was clear agian.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"IT IS OF NO USE! Spirits of Winter! Come to my Aid! Annihilate these Flames of Darkness!" Just as Gilzarra said so, icy winds blow from nowhere, using the God of Nature's Greatstaff as a beacon.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OO: what about daedemomorphon's sword in the primevals back?

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The Primeval roared in agony as a blade pierced into his back. "Puny creature!" A spiky tentacle sprouted from his shoulder and grabbed the Void Lord, trying to constrict it. The Flaming shields however, didn't take any visible effect from Gilzarras magic, and a shockwave of green energy flew towards the gods. Sharûk was hit mid-air and fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Anyways.. anything happened with the Grand Entities I tried to kill?

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua Laughed.
"Fire? Against the Lord of the Forge?"
With that, he landed.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Daedemomorpon stabbed again and again ans he was being strangled again... "maaaaaster!!" he called to Khuqua.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Grrraaaarrrggghhh!!! If you want it the hard way, TASTE MY WRATH!" As Gilzarra roars, the nature rages with him. Plants come from below and constricted the Primeval. Lesser Demons are swept away by the storm. Those who have bigger bodies slumped in to earthquake holes. Lightning start to form and relentlessly assaulted the Demon Lords, beginning to crack their impretenable flame shield.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Here it says:

The sword sliced through the demons as if they were straws of grass, and the path to the Primeval was clear agian.

IC:
The green fire tried to devour Khuqua, and a terrible energy filled the room. "This is not any fire! THIS IS MY FIRE! THE FIRE OF MY SOUL!" The Primeval shouted, and more shockwaves and tentacles emitted from him.'

OOC: Why do everybody ignore the shockwaves? They incapacitated Sharûk!

 

[Fussiler1]

He laughed and ran to the Primeval.
''Face.. JUSTICE!'' he roared, and he charged into him.

OOC: Sorry,

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The Primeval started to burn wildly now, and his skin shone like black iron. "Just a little longer..." He muttered.

The Flaming Shields that omitted the Demon Lords grew, and the Demon Lords seemed to grow as well.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah tried to slow the shockwave with a wave of slow time... and leapt over it. opening a rift to allow thousands of voidlings in attacking demns and fire bolts across the chamber...

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua barely withstood the blast, but afterwards he raised his hammer...
And hurled it into the air, hitting the roof with enormous force.