God-RP

[Fussiler1]

''Very well!"' he shouted.
''But only on my terms and on my terrain!''

 

[The World Is Flat]

"hahahahahah too weak to fight here? well i guess its no suprise." he laughed. "no, here are the terms we battle on the plane of eternal combat. in ten minutes. anything goes!"

The suddenly all of the demons started falling... as i there was no floor... and suddenly Armador appeared on the plane of eternal combat. he could see in the distance, the 200 ft tall form of methuselah...

OOC: ... hope that no waay too controlling...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Demons! On my plane! I can sense it!" Sharûk said, then let out a roar that could be heard on the entire plane.

 

[L2love]

As Abaddon was in side his cocoon like defense he opened up his rare book to the last page titled Forbidden Magic. As he scrolled down near the end he found what he was looking for when he started to read it his cocoon of spikes started to disperse turning into ash then Abaddon spoke in a evil confident voice "Hahahahah how dose it feel not being able to use magic now this will be a true fight" after saying that he grabs The Devil Sword and charges the keeper. He slashes both legs and then starts to run up the chest swinging his sword.

OOC:Note the spell he used in the book was a no magic spell a powerful one will only last 10 minuets or so but if you don't kill someone in that time you are drained of power and your body won't work till you rest.

 

[Fussiler1]

Amador laughed extremely loud.
''You fool! You teleported me to what was once my plane!'' he shouted.
He grinned devillish and drew his sword.
''Well, let us start, then?''

 

[SoLmaster]

"You win, Dispel and Heal." The enchantment wore off and the the wounds where healed. "Your master can have my book, you can have a minor copy." A small red book faded next to abaddon.

OCC: This book has the basics of name magic.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Meh. sorry for my absence.
Did you reply to my post Flat?

 

[L2love]

He picked up the book picked up his weapons and then started to advance to keeper "I haven't won yet......." And with that he took his weapon and slashed across the Keepers chest. As the Keeper started to bleed out his chests like a non stop waterfall of blood. Abaddon told him "I did not come here to be a merciful killer I am here for my goal and to get my goal I must kill." and with that Abaddon raised his sword for the killing blow.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Figures, you can kill this body if you want. I am truly this realm's keeper. I can not be destroyed." As the killing blow struck, the body of the keeper became one word. Ladder. That word became a ladder to the next realm. "Now back to work." The pen kept writing even thought no one was there.

 

[L2love]

Abaddon content with this so called death he climbed the ladder but before he did he said "I will kill you one day I can tell you that." When Abaddon had finally reached the top of this ladder he reach the final realm and the last keeper.

OOC:You can say what keeper and realm it is.

 

[SoLmaster]

He sees great might and powerful town. People are walking around fighting and have fun. In the center, a throne. On it a man with six arms and looking like he was the god of war. They spot you and continue on. "So you must be Abaddon. Choose your weapons and fight all my warriors." They stop and charge at you with fist and weapons.

 

[Arowanna]

OOC
Don't forget about me

 

[SoLmaster]

They enter a big room filled with books, weapons and statues. "So, this is the family warroom."

 

[Arowanna]

OOC
SoL, you want me to join you!
Give me your reasons please, we can't stay in the temple forever

 

[SoLmaster]

"Now down to the point, you are revenge. I need your help in this war. Few sides have formed. Psion, War, nicanor, primeval and my father are fighting for land and throne. Now Psion has an army of mechanical warriors called automations. He also has gods on his side. Nicanor has the tribes of the new land. War and nicanor are for themselves. My father has undead warriors and going to have, better troops. Now ant thing needing explaining."

 

[L2love]

Abaddon started to walk forward "I will use The Devils Sword (Over the 2 battles it looks horrific and demon like now but is very powerful) and now I will kill you keeper." Abaddon starts to summon a group of large monsters around 40 or so of them. "My pets fight these warriors while I take my time with this one" then he charges the keeper they both clash swords while Abaddon summons underworld claws impale the Keepers left foot.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Ha, that can't hurt me." He now had six weapons. 2 swords, axes and maces were swung at abaddon. The battle seemed to boost his power.

 

[L2love]

Dodging most of the swings one lands a blow on his right arm almost breaking it. Angered by the attack Abaddon starts to run froward more Underworld Claws come up making a ramp right to the left side of the Keeper. Abaddon starts to run up the Claw jumping up his sword turns 5x the size of it he swings down cutting off 1 of the arm and making a deep cut in the 2nd one.

 

[SoLmaster]

The arm healed and the master kept the attack up even thought the claws stopped his movement. He was increasing in size and his fallen arm moved to attack the beasts.

 

[L2love]

Abaddon knew he had to finish this quick before his creatures died and he was cornered. A great roar suddenly happened it was Abaddon roar he started to grow that of a massive creature he gained horns his skin turned blackish red. "Now you see my true form I am the Sin that corrupts all. I am the monster that you fear when you are in your bed. I am your doom and I am the doom to all...... I AM DOOM!!!!" Abaddon had used doom form his strongest ability. He started to rush the keeper swinging Devil Sword which also grew it was massive just like it's holder and Abaddon swung it 2 times each swing cut off one half of the arms. To make sure those arms would not fight his creatures he cast a fire spell on them and turned them to ash.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Well doom, meet the master of the body." His arms regrew and he was now titanic in size. A great sword appeared in his hands and the ask moved around to become monsters. He swung his blade at Abaddon while 2 arms jabbed at him as well.

 

[L2love]

Abaddon felt the sharp pain of those 2 jabs but breaking free from them he dodged the sword attack. Greatly angered by being attacked he started to roar more some how thought without use of chants more monster appeared larger then the ones he summoned they started to overwhelm the Keepers troops. Abaddon started to summon many many many Underworld claws impaling the Keeper many times Abaddon strike multiple time at the Keeper but he just get regenerating "I must strike a fatal strike to end this fight." And so he got ready for the final blow by enchanting his sword with all the magic he had and one Sin spell making the blade turn black with red cracks filled with blood on it. He started to hold his sword up getting ready for the swing it was so huge it blocked out much of the light around him and so he swung sending a shock wave of just raw power and destruction across the battlefield but reverting Abaddon to his normal form and barley able to walk.

 

[SoLmaster]

The master fell and was normal sized. "Your master has my lands and my power. Take this ring. I will have no more use for it." He started to merge into the ground. A ring was what left of the master. The monsters stopped and faded away as the troops licked their wounds. He was transport back to the castle, in the medical room. Some necromancers and cleric were healing the wounds. One of them said, "Good work, thanks to you we have an even better army and gear. Methos is back but at war's place. Rest now, your items are near by."

 

[Arowanna]

IC
"So you, son of Methos, want me, a humble demon, to join your course?"
Ophelia was troubled, as she didn't know if this man was to be trusted.
"Before I make a choice, please tell me about this enemy you spoke of.”
Ophelia entered the meditation state as the son of Methos began to tell her about the other gods.

Hours later...
The son of Methos had now explained the ongoing war between the gods and the awakening of Primeval, which Ophelia wasn't aware of.
Ophelia had also made up her mind, she would join the Methos course, but she had a request.
“Leviticus, I have one simple request before I'll join you and your fathers course,
I want you to take this armor and re-forge it, bring back its former beauty. Do this and I won’t hesitate to join your course.”
Ophelia undressed her armor, kneeling down before Leviticus and handed him the armor.

OOC
I just want to get started!

Go here, to find out about the armor!
And by the way, the current state of the armor is:
Rusty and "rag-like".

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Why do you want him to tell you about the Primeval? You're a friggin demon, the Primeval created you!

 

[Arowanna]

OOC
I must have missed something... Fill me in, please.

 

[The World Is Flat]

I don't Remeber Dragonson... i think so...

IC:

"Not anymore, you fool! this plane belongs to Sharuk! and he is my closest ally!"

Wit that, methuselah raised his hand, and fired off a blot of void-lightning that arced through Armador...

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Well, the demons are the Primeval's servants, slaves, warriors, followers, ...everything... and creations. Most of them (you as an exception) follow him with great zeal and few of them stray from the path of destruction (You are the exception again). If you had not concluded the ritual and ascended to godhood, you would still have been his loyal slave.

IC:
"There are more!" Sharûk suddenly dissappeared in a storm of red lightnings and appeared on the field close to Methuselah. "What the hell is this? No demons stay on my plane for long, and Amador! I though I destroyed you, you know I am the stronger of us!" Sharûk's body arced with lightnings, and he grew until he stood a full three hundred feet high. "I am the Lord of Battle! I am the one who grind mountains into rumble! I am the rage of the storm! Face my wrath!" His voice boomed through the air.

 

[Arowanna]

OOC: Well, the demons are the Primeval's servants, slaves, warriors, followers, ...everything... and creations. Most of them (you as an exception) follow him with great zeal and few of them stray from the path of destruction (You are the exception again). If you had not concluded the ritual and ascended to godhood, you would still have been his loyal slave.

OOC
Give me a mintue, I'll fix my post... Or maybe later.. Pff, lets see what I can do.

Edit
Oh crap... Just made it corny and bad >.>
But to be honest, I did not know anything about Primeval's creation of demons... Sorry...

Anyway, it's getting late, a few more mintues, then I'm off to bed!

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: is armador fusses char, or can you, gyro, rp him?

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: I guess I can rp him, but I will not take the joy from Fuss.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ok... i guess i'll wait...

IC: On the black cathedral on earth, The Prince was rallying a massive group of followers to his cause. They were going to preform a mass-sacrifice to Methuselah, of a thousand pure white cattle. They hoped, it would give him the power he needed to spread his influence once more... Mighty pyres were lit, and the cattle were driven into a massive basin thats curved floor led into a massive hole in the ground, that contained a rift to the void.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Now, from the mortal world.

IC:
Shalay and Grushnuk, the ogre chieftain, stood around a conjuration circle. They were performing a ritual long forgotten by Sharûk's temples, but still kept among the ogres. They were summoning a Captain of Blood.

 

[The World Is Flat]

The cattle were slowly and systimatically beheaded, each gushing fourth gouts of blood. the heart was removed next. then the horns. then, they were skinned. the horns and the hearts were thrown into the vortex, but the skins were taken, and stained black with voidstone powder, and then cut into fine cloaks for Voidpriests, and captains of Methuselah's Militia... The energy of the sacrifices flowed into methuselah...

 

[Fussiler1]

He took the lightning with pain and grumbled.
''Yes.. you are stronger then me, but..''
He didn't finish his sentence and prayed to the Primeval.
''Mighty Lord of Chaos, give me strength..'' he whispered almost unhearable.

OOC: By the way, even with the strength of the Primeval I'd probably die, but not without a fight.

 

[L2love]

As Abaddon woke he was aware he was in the the temple of death being taken care by his masters servants thought he could not move or speak he felt like as if he was more powerful almost as if he had felt the power of divinity not much of it but some. A few days pass Abaddon awakes and sees his armor and items on the side of his bed he gets up and puts them on. He starts to walk out to the hall way no guard noticing him "Hmmm I thought I had reached that forgotten realm... I thought I had finally did it... dammit damn damn dammit!" As he walked out of the temple and returned to his home he began to prepare for a trip. He returned to the temple to ask Leviticus for use of his fathers portal to travel across realms.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Yes my dear, this armor will be reforged. Now for some clothes." He waved his hand and a blackish grey dress formed over Ophelia. "This dress was worn by a friend of mine before she left for a better place." They heard noise as abaddon entered. "Ah the wounds are healed. Thank you for that service. Yes you went but your last battle was grander then expected."

In the old world. The undead were moving around towns and cities who followed methos group. They attack the remains of the divinty god's lands. "Kill those who think us evil."

In the new world. The siege of the necropolis was failing. Nercomancers were casting powerful spells at the automatons. The undead kept falling and raising with every death. The blood ran wild thought the long battle field.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Could you answer again please?
I'm abit confused right now.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: So am i, please repost your question... Fuss: kk.

IC:

Methuselah opened a rift and stepped inside, instantly appearing behind Armoador. He swung with his Sickle, glowing with void-energy.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: I said...

IC:
Khuqua grunted and tapped the stone lightly with his hammer.

 

[Fussiler1]

He turned like a true warrior would do and raised his blade to block the attack.

 

[The World Is Flat]

IC: A Dark shape suddenly burst fourth from the stone. Like a shadow, a place where no light could exsist. a void... "Khuqua! I am here to serve!" The he looked around... "You would'nt happen to have some armor and a little sickle would you mast-Khuqua? It pains me to be disconnected from somthing... and i am devilishly good with a sickle mas-Khuqua" He seemed to smile. he ahd a light, tinny voice, now that he was out of his stone, and didn't seem very dangerous...


EDIT: METHUSELAH:

He struck, but his blade was knocked back. this time he swund again, a large, high sweeping blow...

 

[ShadowDemonLord]

OOC: Lawlz, Im suprized no ones commented on the shadows making people belive they are going to recive immortality. Oh wellz. Their just making them belive afterall, their not really going to give it.
IC: After hunders of people failing, finally, one man stepped up. Everyone was silent and watched. The man grabbed the arrow and a light started to emit from the arrow. He pulled back, yanking the arrow out of the 'statue'. Balthazar falls from the tree and everyone gasps. They thought the 'statue' might break. "Congradultions you brave soul, youve just signed your death sentence." Just then the cultists came out of hiding, they took out whatever weapons they had and started to heard the people together, the man that pulled out the arrow was stabbed in the back by the slicer. The slicer keeps the man alive but yanks him up, keeping his claws inside him. He walks over to Balthazar and he ignores the mortal's screams. He let the blood from the human that pulled the arrow drip onto Balthazars face, slowly, Balthazar started to come to. When the slicer felt that enough blood was spilt he through the man off the stage to leave him to die.

 

[Fussiler1]

''What is this!?'' a voice suddenly shouted from the shadows.
''This is ridicolous!''
A tall man stepped out of the shadows and he looked furious.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah, suprieds, quickly stepped backwards into a portal a short distance away.

"what?" he called, looking at the figure/

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Talking to Shadow.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: oh ok... lol sry. then would you reply to mah post about him swinging?

 

[dead-man-walking]

"There he goes again..." "Well, I guess it's time to use Nature". Gilzarra, knowing that his Warlike Colleague is still in the Plane of Eternal Combat, uses the veins inside the ground to search for Sharuk, finding him, and instantly teleports to his side.

 

[Fussiler1]

He is hit and he roars in pain.
Then he strikes back at Methusaleh in a demonic rage.

 

[Dragonson]

"Hmm..."
Khuqua said (though i'm not sure that's the right term for that word...).
"You do look kind of... bare.
A sickle is no problem at all, but i will have to make you some proper armor."