God-RP

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah was struck in the side by the blow, though only a glancing hit, it was enough. He roared... a maestrom of void energy encicled the middle of his sickle. and he swung. acelerating time slightly...'


EDIT: VOIDLING:

"yes, i am unprotected, my enssence is open and bare master... that must be remedied." he glided over to Khuqua's side... "somtimes, our voidstone is forged into a number of different armor pieces. and we become, what some call 'enchanted armor' or 'voidknights.' We look like floating suits of armor with only flowing void-energy keeping it toghter..." he paused... "mas-Khuqua... what may i do for you?" he then asked, hopefully...

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua pondered the question.
"Well... one thing is sure: When the time comes i will ask of you to join me on the battlefield.
But for now, i HAVE to make you some armor."
Khuqua walked over to his drawing table, which was one big mess of plans and schematics.
"Let's see... we could do like that and then... hrmm..."
After thinking abit, Khuqua called the voidling over to his side.
"Do YOU have any preferances for armour?"

OOC:
I can't help imagining an armored Voidling like a Dreamlord. :S
http://www.fileplanet.com/promotions/dreamlordstr/images/dreamlords_main.jpg

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk lifted the two arms with flails high in the air, and in the hands of the two other arms, red bolts of lightning appeared. He barely noticed Gilzarra standing on the ground beside him. He looked down at the small figure of the god, then shifted his attention to the battling entities. "Die Amador! Die!" He striked against Amador with all four hands, in an attack nearly impossible to dodge.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Like.. a punch?

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: More like two flails and two stabbing spears.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
Moar liek Pwnrage.

 

[dead-man-walking]

OOC: He's not that small. >:

IC:
Seeing that Sharuk is going to punch Amador at Full-Force, Gilzarra just sit back and wait for Sharuk to be finished with his action. He says one thing though "Good Luck Dodging That".

OOC: Gyro, you can RP My Character if needed. I'm going to bed.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Well, I am like 300 ft. tall right now. And, ok, I'll try to rp him.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: yeah, lol. but also, i did strike first... and no, think more of like:
http://images.elfwood.com/art/r/o/roydante/living_armor.jpg or:
http://weohteelkah.we.funpic.de/npcs/WoWScrnShot_052308_220355.jpg

IC:

(only voidling for nao)

Voidstone. add lots of extra voidstone to it! i makes me stronger... more connected to the VOID... if possible make it our of the strongest metals possible. just a helemt, a breast and backplate, some pauldrons maybe and some bracers.. its best to have my hands free. very ornate if you please...

 

[Fussiler1]

He slowly smiled as he was impaled by Sharuk and Methusaleh.
He coughed some blood.
''I.. am evil.. you say?'' he said.
''True, but the one who made me like this.. is way more evil..''
He chuckled softly.
''Good job.. Sharuk.. you have become even greater in Darkness..''
He raised his head to the sky and let out a giant roar that could be heard miles away, exploding in a grand inferno of demonic fire, in a last attempt to kill or harm them.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

Sharûk's skin glowed like hot iron, and he backed away defending himself from the explosion. He shrinked to his normal size and fell to the ground, coughing heavily.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: umm guys what the heck abotu my attack? what abotu methuselah, you ignored him. he technically hit Armador first...

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Does it matter that much..? -_-', post edited.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Lol, yeah it kinda does matter... i mean 'cmon, you jsut ignore mah post. be meh, thanks anyway.

 

[ShadowDemonLord]

As Balthazar stood he looked down at the man who was groveling in pain. He then looked up at all the mortals crowded around in a circle. "Tell me, would you rather end up like this man here? Or would you rather join the Shadows and live." They all turned looking up at Balthazar. "Join us, and we will ensure you power, something no one can really offer you. You just need to raise your hand and take the first step." Balthazar was talking as if he hadnt been in a sleeping state for many years. He grinned once a few of them started to come, cowerdly that is. Soon others started to follow. The slicer walks up to Balthazar. "Mm, first day back on the job and your already recruting more people to your fathers cult." Balthazar turned to the slicer. "Go, tell my father that Im doing his dirty work and that he can no longer worry about losing Shadows." The shadow nodded and ordered the too foot soldiers to follow as they started toward the portal to head back to the Shadow realm.

 

[Fussiler1]

Suddenly, Nicanor appeared next to Sharuk, as unpredictable as always.
''Soo..'' he mumbled.
''Who was that?''

 

[Arowanna]

IC
Ophelia bowed down before the man Leviticus called Abbadon and greeted him respectfully.
“Leviticus, may I stay in this temple, or shall I return to residence?”
Either way, Ophelia would return to recover her artifacts, but if Leviticus would allow her to stay she would be back as soon as she could.

Edit - OOC
Have I missed something or what?
Where's everyone? Did Psion and the rest just disappear :O

And by the way, I'm off to bed so cya guys!

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"That was Amador, the former God of War. I defeated him at the creation of this universe and ascended from the God of Wrath to the God of War. I thought him defeated." Sharûk's skin cooled, and slowly regained it's iron surface. He turned to Gilzarra, then asked. "May I ask why you are here?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah turned to Sharuk. "I Defeated him old friend, but no need to worry yourself about it." He dissapeared in a flash of voidlight. suddenly appearing next to Ophelia.

Primordial:

The demoness walked up to the primordial, and gave a short giggle. "oh master," she called to him. "it looks like poor little armador was't up to the task." she laughed. "Methuselah and Sharuk sent him running off like a litle imp!" She smiled as she arrived at the Primordial's side. "anyway," she said smiling at him, "i thought i give you a welcome back," she paused and gave deliciously devious smile. "anyway isn't about time we counqured the metavers together?" she grinned and laughed again.

 

[L2love]

OOC
Have I missed something or what?
Where's everyone? Did Psion and the rest just disappear :O

OOC:Well the guy who plays Psion I believe he said his computer was "dead" and so he is either fixing it or just lying to get out of this RP.
Also some other people left I can't remember if they were part of his group

 

[dead-man-walking]

"I am here to ask you the matter of things with the Primeval..." "But, through the battle, one of my question has gone answered" "What is exactly happening with the Primeval? Why does the ground of my followers break under his might? Has he awakened?"

 

[Dragonson]

Khuqua nodded.
"as you wish."
He pulled out a chunk of steel and started working on the amor.

 

[Fussiler1]

''No, he didn't awaken. The God of War who's a servant of the Primeval was just bored and decided to wander around.'' he answers him sarcastic.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Nicanor, don't joke with me. You know how bloodthirsty I am when angry", Gilzarra said as lightning crackles in his left hand.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Joke?'' he asked.
''The answer was as predictable as sun rise..''
''You can't expect me to do nothing with that, eh?'' he grinned.

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Maybe you are right" "But why do the grounds of my followers breaks out all of a sudden?" "What being do the Primeval has in his command that is able to do something as godly as that?"

 

[Arowanna]

Methuselah turned to Sharuk. "I Defeated him old friend, but no need to worry yourself about it." He dissapeared in a flash of voidlight. suddenly appearing next to Ophelia.

Primordial:

The demoness walked up to the primordial, and gave a short giggle. "oh master," she called to him. "it looks like poor little armador was't up to the task." she laughed. "Methuselah and Sharuk sent him running off like a litle imp!" She smiled as she arrived at the Primordial's side. "anyway," she said smiling at him, "i thought i give you a welcome back," she paused and gave deliciously devious smile. "anyway isn't about time we counqured the metavers together?" she grinned and laughed again.

OOC
Hmm.. So Primeval is within Methos temple now?

Edit - OOC
Damn, it's silent today :S

Edit - OOC
Ops, missunderstanding FTW :>

 

[SoLmaster]

"Yes you can. Take this key and head for the room with a skull with fire. It a room for my friends who come and stay for a while." He handed her a key with the same symbol. "Ah god of time. Welcome."

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Nope, Methusaleh is tho.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah nodded curtly to methos (is he methos or levictus or who?) but then turned to ophelia. "i need to discuss somthing with you young one." he said stiffly. still uncomfortable in the presence of the dark temple...

 

[ShadowDemonLord]

Balthazar sighs as he watches the people that thought they would be brave and not attempt to join get slaughtered by the cult. The ones that did join however were sent to the nearest cult training camp where they would be taught the ways of the shadows. Balthazar went to one of the very few temples made of him and his father and sat at one of the seats. Bakeor summons an avatar to speak to his son. "Hello there my son." "Father... how much longer am I to stay here in the mortal world?" He asks with agitation in his voice. "Now now my son you know that I am not allowed to enter the mortal world. I need you there to keep the cult in line and bring more followers to our side." Balthazar sighs and spreads his black feathered wings, gently wrapping them around himself. "Now Balthazar..." Bakeor thinks for a second. "How about you come home in a few days, just to take some time off from the mortal world." Balthazar looks up at his father with a questioning look. "And hey, maby you can bring a lady you like back from the mortal world with you." Balthazar smiles and nods. "I would like that father." Bakeor nods. "Finish up the few days in the mortal world and then come back home, I'll be waiting son." The avatar disperses and Balthazar stands, tucking his wings back under his cape.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

IC:
Sharûk stood silent for a second, before answering. "The Primeval is Chaos! Only the Upper God surpass him in might! He does whatever fits his scheme, and do possess the power to pull it through."

OOC: The Primeval.

IC:
The Primeval swiftly hovered to the top spire of the Palace of the Sun and Moon. He entered the spire, then walked down a spiral staircase leading to the Sacred Chambers, he knew the way, he lived here once.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: are you going to respond as the primevial to the demoness?

 

[Gyrosphinx]

OOC: Seems kind of strange that she visited him while he was on the Plane of Eternity, doesen't it? But you couldn't know, it happened eight pages ago.

 

[Arowanna]

IC
Ophelia did as the God of Time commanded and began to follow him.
She greeted him and they were guided to a hall where they could speak in peace.

Meanwhile; in the mortal world…
Elwynn, have you been able to contact our master, Jontun asked.
“No… I haven’t heard from here in days. I wonder if she’s alright…”
Well, we have to reach her soon, I must ask her about the new lands and her plans, Jontun said and disappeared.

OOC
Elwynn will be my "Mortal-Half-NPC", if that's okey?
That means; I'm going to play her more than the rest of the Cultists

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: ok... umm...

IC: "You are ophelia, Demon of revenge?" methuselah questioned. Pacing back and fourth, looknig intense.

 

[Arowanna]

IC
”Yes, that would be me.”
Ophelia, yet again, began to shiver. She did not know why, but she guessed the presence of gods made her shiver in fear.

OOC
Was I to controlling in the last post mate?
If, just say so and I'll change it.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Then.. we are doomed..'' he sighed.
''Only if the Upper God returns or we unite, only then we can defeat him.''

 

[Gyrosphinx]

IC:
"We don't give up until all of us are dead! We will prevail or be anihilated!" Sharûk said loudly to his friend. "I belive we have to seek out the Upper God's powers for aid. Are you with me?"

OOC: Primeval again

IC:
The Primeval entered the Sacred Chambers, and his eyes landed on a small jewelry box upon an ornate table. He walked over to it, then broke it open. Inside was a ring. It was incredibly beautiful, and looked like it was spun of silver threads. He picked it up, then put it on his finger. Then, he swiftly hovered out a window nearby and headed for the Vast Woods.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Yes.. what about the Upper God's sword?'' he asked, and the memory of the beautiful blade made his heart go faster.

 

[Gyrosphinx]

"Lets visit Khuqua then! The sword might be useful, and it will definately be better than your spear. I've got my flails." Sharûk said quite excited, then whistled for his warboar.

 

[Fussiler1]

He shrugged and he transformed into a raven.
''God of Nature, coming too?''

 

[The World Is Flat]

"well then Ophelia, i have a proposition for you. You are close to joining Methos' ranks correct?" he asked, a touch of his gentle, father-like side coming out.

 

[Arowanna]

IC
"Yes, that would be correct. Do you mind if I ask what you got on your mind friend? And I wonder, who are you god?"
Ophelia entered her common meditation state, preparing for a long talk.

Edit - OOC
Getting late, I'll stay online for... 15-20 more minutes.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah began to explain himself. finishing: "and i need somone of your skills.you would be hansomly rewarded in any manenr you choose."

 

[Arowanna]

IC
Ophelia vas disturbed, she did not know what to do.
Methos and his son had offered her almost nothing, but this man, the God of Time was offering her basically anything she wanted.
But Ophelia had already promised to join Methos and his course and to betray a god would not be a smart move.
“Methuselah, I’ve to think about this… I’ll call upon you when I’ve made up my mind… Somehow…”
Ophelia began to levitate out from the hall, making her way to her residence in the Plane of Souls,
she had to gather her belongings and speak to her fellow followers.

OOC
This means, I've to little time to think about something "good" to write and I've to sleep now

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: okee doke with me!

 

[SoLmaster]

Methos was done watch his friends, he faded into a room where gods stood. "My son, I have now become the death of the old times. Now I have an army strong enough to fight." He turned to the time god. "Hello methuselah, what awoken you?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Methuselah smiled to Methos. "ahh the trickleing of time, perhapse the dying of the upper god, who knows..."

OOC: i jsut had an idea, and SoL would have to agree... but how about we say that SoL and Methos are 'Brothers'? i said that, because they are both very similar, and their names both start with 'meth' ...

 

[ShadowDemonLord]

Balthazar went to one of the many hidden cults under one of the cities. He went to the head cultist of this town. "Hello there cultist. Walk with me, I have something I want to speak with you about." The cultist guy nods and follows him. "What is it you want to talk about?" Balthazar looks at the clutist and then back at the path they are on. "We need to make ourselves known." The cultist nodded. "How would we do that?" He asks. "I want you to send word to every shadow cult on this world and tell them to attack the nearest city or village. Tell them to take atleast one and then go back into hiding. I just want to leave a mark." The cultist nodded and told the apprentice that was following them, to go send the message to the messengers. The apprentice went off. "Shall we attack the city above us?" Balthazar nodded. "At night, when everyones asleep. Cause as much damage and chaos as you can, but keep the cultist grounds intact." The man nods and walks off, preparing the cultists and gathering them for the attack.