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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 3, 2010 20:55:37 GMT -5
Once every thousand years the Mahjarrat gather to perform The Ritual...this one is different as the last few times the Zamorackians have been too busy dealing with their own countrys problems to deal with so they have been forced to select one of their own (preferablely a female virgin ..you know how it goes ) to be sacrficed so that all Mahharrat in attendence will regain their full strength and can continue to live their relatively imortal life. However the Zamorackians have managed to force the Vampire, Werewolves and humans of their land into submission and are not willing to be pushed around this time.. The black desert sky suddenly lit as the moon moved over a little to reveal the light of the three stars all in a row. The Herald walked forward with his Majahrrat followers behind him they stood on one side of the alter while the Zamorackians came into through a massive portal all of them together. " hand over your victem" said The Herald. "why don't you hand over yours" growled The Betrayal with rage burning in his eyes. " you seem different brother" was all The Herald said. " you like it...well you see I found the most wonderful bride the daughter of a Demon King and well this was his gift to me" said The Betrayer who stepped forward.....he was in his natural form but yet it was crossed with a Demon...one that was a fix of flesh and bone and that flesh looked to be rotting. "how cute...now please your sacrifice" said The Herald. " Oh I am afraid I am not willing to be pushed around this year" said The Betrayer.
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Post by Danny on Feb 4, 2010 2:33:59 GMT -5
"This is disgusting," a Holy Warrior commented quietly. "I agree, we should take arms and wipe this desert clean," another said. "Quiet, both of you," the warrior who seemed to be in charge ordered, "We are here to observe, nothing more," "Sir, there are demons in our presence, it should be our duty to send them back to the depths!" one growled. The commanding warrior grabbed the other by his chest armour and pulled him towards him, "Are you displaying insubordination!? I should make an example out of you right here!" the commander roared, "The Fathers issued this order, do you dare disobey?" "No, sir, of course not," replied the paniked warrior, "I was merely making a point," "Silence," the commander growled, shoving the warrior away. "We stay distant, observe and report back to the White City, is that understood?" The battalion nodded simultaneously and spread out among the crowd, staying at the back.
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Spartan-777
O.D.S.T. Major
The Violent Cartographer.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Feb 4, 2010 16:59:26 GMT -5
(OoC: Am I in this one?)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 4, 2010 19:54:48 GMT -5
(OOC if you want and well here I have decided to add a a little side effect of the moonlight just that it reveals there true skeletal/ angelic/ demonic (for the Zamorackian King) form just the full moon....I am thinking of a new moon making them perfectly undetectable (their true form) even with the strongest magic. Just thought of this today and my Gosh I am going to attempt to draw this meeting)
" I grow impatient of your stalling brother bring your sacrfice forward time is wasting...the Stars are in perfect alignment" growled Keivon. "fine then" murmered The Betrayal as he grabbed Lady Keivon and placed her on the alter. The moon had completely moved and a beam of light surged at towards the alter where it went into a mirror like device and divided into smaller beams that impacted the gem on her forehead..the gems on his palms..the gem on her amulet and finally the gem containing the last essence of her soul...the heart...which was infact a gem like structure...flesh and gem combined.
The tension between the groups snapped like a rubber band as Keivon encased his brother into ice. The two factions began fighting in all out brawl.
(OOC Last time to join...next post all Hell breaks lose as The Zamorackians cheat again)
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Post by Danny on Feb 4, 2010 20:42:59 GMT -5
"The two factions have become engaged!" a holy warrior announced, soring above the battle to avoid it. "My Lord, what do we do?" a warrior asked. "We fight for The Herald. Battalion! Attack!" the commanding warrior ordered, drawing his sword and charging the foul creatures of the Zamorackians.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 4, 2010 21:27:06 GMT -5
The Demon, Werewolve, Vampire and their undead servants charged forward while the Mahjaraat fled the scene. "cowards" murmered The Herald as he fired energy blasts. " Zaros grant me strength" whispered The Herald and so it was done the Heralds musles bulged forward. " sir it appears we have guests" said Azzandara his most trusted general and the strongest warrior he knew..he was even Stronger than The Herald himself..if it weren't for the fact Zaros chose him to rule Azzandara would be in charge. The Herald looked above and saw the warriors above fighting the Zamorackian hordes. "they appear to be on our side but I wonder why they were here...to judge us...condem us or merely to observe our most sacred ritual and have been caught in this fight" said Azzandara. "you will find out once we are dealt with the scums pets" said The Herald crushed the skull of a werewolf. The Mahjarrat next to him appeared to have been torn to pieces and just a pile of bones now but he was alive...it would take a day for him to heal comepletely to normal but he would be fine. These creatures were not smart enough to kill them. (OOC we can finish when you are board of this)
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Post by Danny on Feb 5, 2010 3:04:54 GMT -5
Fifteen warriors flew above the battlefield in formation, firing their energy shots into the enemy below. The other warriors on the ground enjoyed themselves, slicing and dicing their way through the enemy. The only damage the Zamorackian seem to be doing was staining the holy warriors armour. The commander moved through the field with his warriors behind him, he would disable the creatures, cutting off their legs or even their head, and then those behind him would finish them off or mutilate the body even more. The Holy Warriors are merciless brutes, not even flinching to the screams of their kill. "Avalon condemns you all to hell!" the commander roared, lunging his blade into the chest of a demon and lifting it to the sky.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 5, 2010 20:42:22 GMT -5
(OOC incase the fighting goes on awhile some things: * You will meet up with Azzandara and The Herald...you can say what you want I just suspect your warriors would have something to say..or some comments)
Keivon crushed the skull of a demon with his staff and sheilded himself with sheild created froom magic as a Vampire stupidly lunged for his neck. He had no blood for them to drink. Azzandara sliced through the demons, werewolves and vampires and an occasional human with his large sword. He prefered to use his sword instead of magic.
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Post by Danny on Feb 7, 2010 22:37:47 GMT -5
"Behold, warriors!" the commanding warrior yelled, "General Azzandara of The Zaros Empire, and The Herald himself! To their position!" he ordered, then using his wings to catapult himself over the enemy and landing beside Azzandara. "Greetings!" he yelled excitedly, most likely due to the fact he hadn't spilt any blood in many years. "You have our swords!"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Feb 10, 2010 17:32:14 GMT -5
"excellent" replyed The Herald as the new arriveals pledged their loyalty. Keivon sat down and channeled his energy he would need it if he was going to cast the most powerful spells at his command. He focused on a group of the Zamorackian Army and a large purple beam vaporised them. The Wrath of the Heavans was at his commands. He returned to his stance it would take longer for him to gather the required energy to do it again.
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