God-RP

[Fussiler1]

He summoned a spear that floated in the air, with souls swirling around it.
Cries could be heard from it, of children and from adults, as they were tortured in the spear itself.
''Take the Spear of Damnation..''

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Thank you, servant." The Primeval replied and grabbed the spear. "We will strike at the gods soon, very soon. My chains are nearly broken. You, my lords, must lead the attack! You must strike swift and hard against Metuselah, the god of time! Do not kill him, bring him to me alive so that his powers can be devoured by me! I am the Devourer of Souls!" The Primeval shouted the last words, echoes could be heard throughout the cave.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: gulp....

IC: methuselah shuddered for some reason he could not understand...

 

[Fussiler1]

''Grant me your wisdom..'' he mumbled.
''Where is he?''
In his eyes burned a great hatred.

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua nodded.
"I accept your ofer Methuselah."
With that, he started working.

 

[Fussiler1]

Meanwhile, Nicanor was lost once more in thoughts..
He thought about the Sword.. originally forged for the Upper God..
Its beauty.. its grace..

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah slowly started to bring a glowing orbus of power together in his palm... at the height of its intensity, a searing jolt of celetial energy tore into Khuqua. igniting his veins wit the power of the gods. then Methuselah vanished back to his Cathedral is an implosion of black energy. leaving a massive supply of Voidstone in his wake. with a note. ordering Khuqua to deliver the sicke as soon as possible. Methusealh detected ancinet powers at work here... and he needed to prepare.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Methuselah..." The Primeval's voice faded for a moment. "...He is in the Void, his realm. He has slumbered for many years, but he has awakened. Bring him to me! I need his soul! Each of you, gets one chance. Succeed or be anihilated!"

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua enjoyed a brief moment of intense power, then resumed his work on the sickle.
"Heat, bend, beat. Heat, bend, beat..."

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: *hides under covers*

 

[Arowanna]

OOC
Seems like I won't be able to RP more today...
Are all my current "RPers" away, or are the guys just
from the North and South America? xD

Edit
OOC
Okey, I'll start on a new character tomorrow, this is getting boring
Cya all tomorrow, I'm off to bed!

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: maek another char.....

 

[Exoplasma]

He felt a disturbance in the world, although faint, it was enough to partially awaken him from his ignorance. He took the Disk on his right arm and stood up, raising his left arm and pointing off the distance with his index finger. A circle with scribbles and other vague drawings instantly formed in front of his finger.

By refracting his appearance, an avatar of himself was formed near the Primeval's Cage, confronting both of them.

"By all that is good..." said the avatar as he looked with dread and disgust the wickest being in the universe, the Primeval. The avatar turned his gaze on another familiar face, the formed God of War, Amador. "Amador, you couldn't have-" he was interrupted by his thought of Amador releasing the Primeval.

 

[L2love]

OOC:Sorry little late to post lol

As Abaddon looked down upon the girl he started to speak "No one can teach you there is no god here only death"

 

[ShadowDemonLord]

Bakeor calls forth a Slicer. The slicer bows. "Go my slicer, I want my son found. I want him found, and his mission continued." The Ner'Gulth nods and stands. He starts towards the shadowy planes that lead to the exit portal that Bakeor created for his minions. The Slicer was accompanied by two foot soldiers. They exit the portal into the mortal world and begin their search in the woods they last heard about Balthazar.

 

[Arowanna]

IC
Ophelia looked upon the man and said.
"Then may I ask what realm I should travel to and meet the gods?"

 

[L2love]

Looking at the young women Abaddon is puzzled "Their is a war going on of the gods and demons no one will have time to train you all you can do is hope to survive like everyone else."

OOC:I guess I will ask here to can I RP as the plague demon lord and maybe edit him a little?

 

[SoLmaster]

"Now, Now. Lets be open minded here. Would you conditioner my training, mine being my father's. I'm a god, son of Methos and Ara."

 

[Arowanna]

IC
Ophelia bowed down before the man who claimed to be a god, even though she didn’t know how to proper greet a god.
“I would accept your offering, but as I know nothing about this war between the gods,
I do not want to choose sides before I know more about you and your foe.”
Ophelia shivered in fear because she might have angered the son of Methos, a god.

 

[Fussiler1]

Amador laughed and slashed with his sword in the air, opening a grand portal.
''Go!"' he shouted to his demon minions, and they streamed in.

Meanwhile, Nicanor suddenly awoke from his dream.
''Sharuk.. A dark presence is unleashed.'' he said, shivering.

 

[dead-man-walking]

Gilzarra finally reached the tower pointed by the Ogre, and sighs at the front gate. "Hm.... How do I supposed to get in?". "Maybe knocking this gate would work", and Gilzarra knocked at the Gate.....

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah set about readying his palace for war... There was much to do... and so little time...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

A grimfaced, bearded man opened a hatch halfway up the massive gate of Sharûk's tower. "What's yer buissness here?" He asked, sounding like somebody had just flipped over his bed to wake him up.

Sharûk heard Nicanor's sudden comment and responded. "Aye. I feel it to. There are pieces that move to change the world forever, the final war is here." As he spoke, a terribly cold wind blew by, carrying the smell of death and disease.

"My chains are broken! I am free!" The Primeval shouted, he moved slowly, but still the ground trembled at his very move. "Destruction awaits." He said calmly, with cold precision to his voice.

 

[Exoplasma]

OOC
I feel like I am ignored :\.

He felt a disturbance in the world, although faint, it was enough to partially awaken him from his ignorance. He took the Disk on his right arm and stood up, raising his left arm and pointing off the distance with his index finger. A circle with scribbles and other vague drawings instantly formed in front of his finger.

By refracting his appearance, an avatar of himself was formed near the Primeval's Cage, confronting both of them.

"By all that is good..." said the avatar as he looked with dread and disgust the wickest being in the universe, the Primeval. The avatar turned his gaze on another familiar face, the formed God of War, Amador. "Amador, you couldn't have-" he was interrupted by his thought of Amador releasing the Primeval.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Fussiler1 responded to you.

Got BC2 today, actually yesterday, but that copy lacked a cd-key. Gonna play tonight.

 

[Exoplasma]

"Then thats your final decision, Amador? So be it! Make sure you don't regret it in the end" said his Avatar as he prepared another spell.

The avatar slammed his hand on the ground, forming a blue circle. Suddenly, arcane elementals started being summoned in the circle. As soon as they were summoned, they attacked the demons. One of these elementals, a giant one with a rather significant presence, perhaps their leader, started casting a potent spell so as to blast Amador. A light-blue missile left its hands, heading toward Amador.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The Primeval lifted a clawed fist and sent a sickly green sphere flying towards the elementals. The Sphere pulsed, then exploded in a green flash of demonic energy. "The Orb of Anihilation, my favorite spell! You, spellweaver, should know of my potent magical powers!"

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua sat down in his favourite chair.
He leaned back, and enjoyed the sight of the new sickle.
"Beutyfull..."
He put it in the display case, sent a signal to Methuselah, and slept.
A thing he hadn't done for a long time.

OOC: I know that sleeping isn't usually something gods do, and it is usually a bad thing.
I'm doing it 'cause Khuqua is not yet a real god, which leaves him with alot of the traits that the mortals run around with.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: I guess gods have to rest sometimes, they very often resemble the mortals they are revered by.

 

[Exoplasma]

He didn't realise his attack until it was too late. Nothing remained of the elementals, even the corporeal remnants of them that always stayed in the world when they died, now had vanished.

The avatar fel on his knees, half of his body choked. "Your actions...will be known among the Gods, Primeval...caging you won't be enough this time...as for you Amador, don't expect mercy..." those were the last words of the avatar as long as he lingered. He fel on the ground, his body suddenly encased by a blue flame that choked whatever remained of it until nothing remained.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah was in the middle of arming several battalions of Voidlings with sickles to patrol his cathedral. and hundreds of other to re-commence the matinance of the grounds, when he got the signal. "finally, my new weapon of power!" he Appeared in a dark flash, wakeing Khuqua...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

The Primeval laughed at the god's last words. "Now, I have some serious buissness to attend to!" In a flash of green smoke, he was gone.

 

[ShadowDemonLord]

After a few days of searching they found Balthazar, pinned to a tree with the arrow. The slicer looked at the two soldiers and nodded. They went to the nearest cult hideout they could find of the shadows and went to the leader of this sector. "We need your help cultist. I want you to make a bunch of posters and put this map on it." He holds up a map to the location where Balthazar is pinned. "I want the poster to say whoever is able to pull the arrow out of said... statue, will be given eternal life and whatever else they want." The clutist nodded. "Why not let one of us try and take the arrow out?" The slicer turned after taking a few steps to head out. "Because its not a statue, its Balthazar!" All the cultists that heard this gasped, a good twenty. "W... what kind of arrow?" The cultist asks. "An arrow that cant be pulled by someone with a tainted soul." The cultists nod and they scurry off to begin their work. The Ner'Gulth smirked at each other and went to the tree and waited, cloaked in a cloak so that way no one can recognize them as Ner'Gulth. Soon, many posters were put up on many cities. The stand was set up infront of Balthazar's body and the Cultist prepared his speech for when people showed up.

 

[L2love]

As the Abaddon got bored talking to these people he wished to be done with it "Leviticus just tell me where to go to kill this so called Keeper."

 

[dead-man-walking]

"It seems that I need to make my presence clearer with the rude way.....". And Gilzarra broke the Tower's Gate, and start running to the top of the tower.

 

[Dragonson]

"wha... what?"
Khuqua shaked the last sleepiness out of his head.
"Ah! It's you! I've got your sickle ready!"
Khuqua stood up, walked over to the Display Case and took out the sickle.
He handed it to Methuselah with a Grin.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Look to the northern sky. The paths are clear. Now to you. Lets enter the castle and I will explain everything." His branch wings started to flex as he began to walk to the castle. It grey color makes it stand proud.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah. picked up the mighty war instrument. "it is a fine, fine, blade... this will be my most powerful sickle yet. ths will be able to channel my powers, and cleave lesser gods in two! ahahahaha" he laughed. "now! i have a reward for you... Two, infact... One, is one of my most trusted warlords, may he serve you well..." he said, putting a rather large voidstone hunk on the ground...

EDIT:

Methuselah grabbed the letter and quickly read it. "Who wrote this?" he questioned the air aloud.

OOC: how does a gemigod become a god out of curiosity?

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua grinned.
"Is the warlord a piece of voidstone?"

 

[Gyrosphinx]

IC:
"What the hell are you doing?" The grim-faced guy shouted after Gilzarra and then jumped and landed in front of the god. "I've been set to guard this gate by Sharûk himself! His powers flows in my veins! Now, what's your buissness here!" Red lightnings bounced from the man's eyes, and the last sentence was with the voice of the War God himself.

OOC: A Demigod becomes a god if he: A: Manages to kill another god, be it a demigod, lesser god etc. B: Is granted power from Greater Gods or the Upper God himself, Intermediate and Lesser Gods are a little to week to share their power to Demigods. C: Attain enough followers, which means A LOT!

 

[Exoplasma]

Letters floated in front of every being which had had a power of a god, made from stone, blue glowing runes carved on it. "Dear (insert name of your god), from all the Gods, you are the most confident I can speak with. The world is on the verge of death;The Primeval has been released from its restraints. Amador, who has been present at that time may be the one responsible for the releasing of this wicked menace. We must take immediate actions at once, or I fear the world will be thrown into an absolute chaos!" the letter read.

OOC
Deleted the previous message with sending a letter only to Methuselah.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

A letter appeared infront of Sharûk, who grabbed it and opened it. "Dear Sharûk, from all the Gods, you are the most confident I can speak with. The world is on the verge of death;The Primeval has been released from its restraints. Amador, who has been present at that time may be the one responsible for the releasing of this wicked menace. We must take immediate actions at once, or I fear the world will be thrown into an absolute chaos!" He thought of how they were going to unite the gods when the spite between them was so big. "Damnit! Damnit, Damnit, Damnit!"

 

[SoLmaster]

Methos was nearly done. "One more to go." This was the final test, the horsemen's double. He fought a double of himself. Methos had passed all the test as he entered a big room containing the rites of all the horsemen. "I claim the rite of death. I will give back my rite after the event." The room spun and methos was at top of the temple steps. As he stepped forward, the very earth quaked. A man is now riding towards the stars, one of dark armor. "Psion, you better hide because death has come for you. I care ........... What in grey plains!" His godly powers were coming back as his horseman powers remained. His very being was changing into a celestial version of himself. "Ah, my promise to Ara and the Upper God. Time to ride with an old friend. Psion, I know of the awakening. I will have to postpone our fight until this threat is over." He started to ride towards the bloodstained battlefield known as the plains of eternal battle. The very ground the horse rode was smoking, the purest of black. He reached the gate before seeing others. "Where is the god of this realm? I have important news from methos himself."

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methusela simply said yes... and dissapeared back to his Cathedral...

"maaassster..." a voice whispered from the voidestone. "release me... and i shall serve you..." it continued, reverberating with power... and dark energy...

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua laughed.
"First of all: If i'm going to release you, you have to stop calling me master.
There are NONE of my followers that would call me that, even if i asked them to.
It is simply against everything i smith, kill and stand for."

 

[The World Is Flat]

"yeesss master... i will stop calling you masssster..." he whispered in the same errie voice.... "what shall i call you master?"

 

[Dragonson]

"You shall call me Khuqua."
Khuqua grunted.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"I come to speak a matter of the Gods with Sharuk", Gilzarra said. "Now, let me in or FACE MY WRATH!", Gilzarra said as lightning crackles and thorny vines appeared and surrounded his hands as a lethal weapon.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Gilzarra, don't. I too have something to say but to Sharuk. Don't tempt me." A Scythe appeared with souls around it.

 

[L2love]

OOC:Note the top comment is just nothing but how he will have certain items and why he can use certain things.

As Abaddon left the meeting of the 3 people he went to his home deep within the plane of souls. It was located in some old ruins Abaddon had walked up to it opened the dark door it had claw marks if something had tried to get in but couldn't. He then walked into a long hallway with numerous doors on each side some looked like they were built to keep things in others were just normal doors. Abaddon took a left on the 3rd door down and he opened it up to a great library many many many books were in this room some rare and old and some new it was said to even be equal to the God of Lore library. After collect 2 books one being a book of maps the other being a rare book containing powerful magic. He exited that room and went to the 2 more doors down the door to this room was evil and had a skull on top of it if saying do not enter or death. As he enter this room their were many cages great beasts within each some small some massive as Abaddon walked over to one of the larger ones he opened the cage and as a wing stepped out of the darkness within the cage then anther and then 2 claws a monster roared Abaddon was not scared and told it "Come on my pet I will need you to be quick and fast". After that Abaddon went to a wall in that room and put his hand upon it and it opened up to a wide canyon located on the side of the cliff this ruined temple was located. Abaddon after that went to go get his armor and weaponry he went to the armory a great room with many weapons and a mini arena in the middle of this room he also had grabbed his favorite and strongest Sword The Devil. After he had gotten his stuff he had got on his pet and rode to the northern sky to find this Keeper he was to kill.

After a few days he had finally found something up in the northern sky a ruin something of a floating island.

OOC:Now if you will Sol please add what is on that floating island like ruin place if their is a portal to the keeper or realms or what ever so I may advance is all.