Konton
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Post by Konton on May 15, 2021 2:19:45 GMT
 BGM - InvasionPillars of flames rose in the distance from a massive civilization, alerted to these flames the military was sent to investigate. It had been days since they had been seen, but those flames kept hammering fervently into the earth. Every. Singe. Day. A group of two had been sent to investigate, they were to observe and then return to report what they witnessed. A shifting breeze brandished itself across the vast viridian, a soft sound of crumpling leaves left under the boots of travelers. The golden arcs of the sun beading down firmly on the skin of the foreigners within the vast expanse; the heat almost creating a visible veil over them. But, alas, they had to endure for their own curiosity to be satisfied. What was set before them was a matter they considered important, a right to gain knowledge for not only themselves but the world around them. As the lush greenery turned into nothing but decrepit plant-life, a feeling was left in the pits of their stomach… It was as if death’s cold embrace loomed over their mortal existence… “What is this!?” “Has God forsaken us…?” Any man or woman with a natural sense of survival would’ve been alerted to these feelings, for the great serpent had descended upon their land. There was no escape, there was no god nor man who could save the civilization that sought out sanctuary inside the depths of the forest. That looked for answers to the questions of life and death. Foreboding wasn’t it? The pitfall into the depths of despair. Even then, they trotted ever forward into the clutches of the monster which lied in waiting, which remained a mystery. A thick smog became visible in the distance, almost as if ash was being cast into the sky; the travelers covered their mouths. The smell was almost toxic and their intuition told them to run. By any means they had to leave, to vanish from the vicinity or else they were going to be reduced to the ash their footwear was covered in. BGM - Fade to blackA silhouette waited for them as their teary eyes gazed forward, it looked almost human. Relief set in, another adventure had come as far as they have! And it appeared he was safe, without any sort of damage. That’s what their minds told them, the weak allows themselves to believe anything in times of distress. Ever forward they rushed, yelling at the top of their lungs to gather the attention from the figure in the distance; what greeted them was far from any desire. A nightmare at best, for the figure that they called out to was none other than the Satsujinken; a man who’s martial prowess was used to slaughter all those before him. In this case, he had come to enslave, to conquer, to take another world in the name of Disnomia. With a simple shift of the Satsujinken’s left hand, a torrent of wind followed; ripping apart the smog’s clouding faculties and clearing the area of it entirely. As the travelers finally were able to make headway of the figure before them, to see his form in full… They were horrified by the scenery. Scorched earth, militia from their kingdom had been turned to nothing but burnt impressions upon the forest floor. Rather what was left of it; upon the Satsujinken’s vest was the blood of his adversaries, in his hands a head decapitated from the most recent fallen warrior. They ran or at least they tried to; it took nothing for Duran to leave them like those warriors from their soon to be conquered planet. Dead. Tragic, there wasn’t anyone who could put up a fight against Duran. It caused boredom to set in, it isn’t any fun to fight a bunch of pansies! If they couldn’t put up a decent fight how was this going to be any sort of fun!? “You enjoy crushing weaklings too much runt. You should focus more on taking everything they have rather than using those skills of yours to kill.” The dragon remarked. “Oh shut up ya overgrown slinky. You’re just temperamental, if it was going to be boring I wouldn’t have listened to you and came along.” Duran replied, a hint of agitation in his tone. Sitting down on a structured forged of the chains bound to him, he examined his clothing. “Man, this is gonna suck… Blood stains, you know Fafnir.”Fafnir’s agitation with his vessel slowly rising at his dismissal of his advice! The runt wasn’t listening to the one who made him strong in the first place! He removed the chains from beneath Duran, allowing him to abruptly land on the ground beneath him. He couldn’t believe-- actually he could believe that Fafnir could be so petty. Albeit, it still wasn’t called for by any means. “You know Fafnir, you could stand to be nicer to me you know. I’m the reason we’re allowed outside of Fabrolias!”“Yeah, whatever you want to think, runt... Just remember who’s the Primal Dragon that’s lived ten times your lifespan.”“Okay grumpy gus, want me to also remember to change your diaper while I’m at it?”“Shut up runt, shut up.” |
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Post by biocide on May 27, 2021 2:31:16 GMT
BGM: The ArrivalAshen terra-firma fouled the soles of Eden’s boots in the wake of her prey as she descended from penumbral divinity. It was unusual for Eden to present herself in such majesty as her divinity coalesced about her physical presence as turbulent tendrils of umbral aether shifted smog and ash away from her visage. Harmonious hymns of destruction trumpeted across the field emblazoned by the sudden shriek of terra-firma at the Avernian Empresses’ arrival. Dirt burned away to ash and dust mutated to blackened glass upon her very presence. What was once strands of vibrant pastel pink now danced upon the angered zephyrs as platinum white as heterochromatic sage and silver hues focused intently upon the mark of her destruction. Usually, Eden’s presence upon the battlefield was one of marked intention, sarcasm and mockery however, this would no longer be the case as gone was the teacup and spearmint tea and replaced with an overwhelming spiritual force and the will of the abyssal empress crushing down upon the planetary surface. Flora and Fauna would find itself crushed beneath her very presence as the winds encircled her in a blackened vortex before explosively shredding outward clearing the entire vicinity of smoke and ash, shrubbery and timber catapulted from their previous position and thrown up to three hundred feet away. Hovering vertical about her physique in all its broken, cracked, and shattered glory the unique manifestation and weapon OMENERVER encircled the woman as a lone weapon before it took to the stratosphere and into the depths of the umbra above in a streak of magenta lightning. Eden’s initial arrival from the immaterial carried with it a large rent in the planetary surface, an entire mass of body, sand, forest, and city completely consumed by the abyss. Shifting about Eden’s physique almost symbiotic was the LEA; DREAMWEAVE that took the form of a skin-tight black bodysuit under her entirely unique attire with only one source of familiarity. Upon closer inspection DREAMWEAVE’s suit looked like overlapping scales, shifting effortlessly giving Eden complete freedom of movement. Presented over the top of her LEA was a series of hardened plates in the form of a hyper-light, high tensile armour that oozed an aura of divinity. Between each segment of plate that overlapped as necessary and woven with a tri-weave nano-fiber fabric beneath the plates but above her LEA a distinct golden aethereal glow seeped. To those with acute hearing upon proximity of Eden they could swear they heard the hymns of a choir to the divine gods. To look upon the black and gold armour briefly is to see protection crafted by the gods themselves. The more attention cast upon it the more detail apparent as the smith forged this from practiced, hardened battlefield knowledge to maximize protection without losing efficiency or agility. The perfect balance for Eden. As she continued her march forward, now at five hundred feet from her opponent the magnificent destructive appearance of Eden’s weapon of choice became apparent. OUROBOROS. If first impressions last a lifetime, the very sight of the Ouroboros’ appearance will forever haunt those it strikes down. Featuring a total length of seven feet from pommel to the top of its head, this monstrosity towers over most warriors, to include its wielder. The pommel is that of a multi-splined [12] spike ending in a pin-point tip, the edges of which are polished to hold an eternal mirror finish. Moving up from the base of the pommel is the seven-foot-long haft made entirely of a gunmetal matte color, exactly one and a half inches in diameter. Coiled about the haft is what appears to be the namesake of the weapon, that being a dreadful black serpent. Its form wraps about the haft every six inches, adding considerable grip all throughout, with the head of the serpent seemingly vanishing into the haft upon the final coil, only to resurface on the top of the large block resting atop its form. The serpent’s jaws are perpetually held open, fangs as sharp as the pommel on the opposite end exposed just enough to bring the threat of a rather nasty impalement should the need arise. Mysteriously, the depth of the serpent’s maw cannot be determined, as if some terrible secret lies just beyond the darkness. Finally, the serpent’s eyes are fashioned with vibrant pink diamonds of the finest purity. The head of the Ouroboros measures two and a half feet long from edge to edge, and nine inches tall, of the same gunmetal finish as the remainder of the weapon. Across either broadside of the head are seven identical runes which glow a rich neon pink that gradually pulse every seven standard solar seconds. Interlaced between the runes are several embossed symbols of some ancient, forgotten language whose meaning has been forever lost. Extending from either end of the head is a secondary block of chrome finish, which measures a mere three inches in length. This is connected to the main focal point of the weapon: its terrifying chain-blades, which are affixed to twin crescent-shaped multilayered housings. These crescents are exactly three feet long from one sweeping point to the other, the ends being complimented with three reverse angled spikes. Along what would normally be the cutting edge of the crescents are dual-track, opposed-teeth chains. The teeth are possessed of an eternally mirrored finish exactly like the pommel’s spike, and feature a monomolecular edge three inches long, curved to clear the housing’s opening. On the broadside of each crescent housing are bronzed embossed emblems, that of the Babel Corporation. Should one have the wherewithal to gaze a moment longer, they would see the hundreds of half-millimeter wide, quarter-millimeter deep indentations smothering the housings. It was clear with Eden’s presence that she was not intending on playing nice. It was, with intention that she was here to fight. As such it was with full intention that Eden’s full armourment was deployed and with deathly focus Eden’s sensors and quantum processing cores amalgamated with her brain allowing her to hypothesize and understand data in real time. The time to play games was over and for this man waging a one-man warmonger across this unknown planet, he would be Eden’s target. Her heads-up display flaring with pink as it reads out all required data, of herself and the battlefield about her. Instinct paired perfectly with technology and tempered with practice. AETHER CURRENT //: 100% STABLE
ARCUS SYSTEM//: ACTIVE
MASTER VOLTIA//: AVAILABLE
VOLTIA LOADOUT//: SIX AVAILABLE
DREAMWEAVE//: ACTIVE
EMPRESS VAULT//: OPEN
IMPERIAL ARMS//: ACTIVE
THE FORCE//: AVAILABLE “Enjoy playing with the weak do you?”Eden’s voice carried with a cold harshness that reverberated through the distance, one voice sounding like many whispered thoughts in the shadows. Her voice echoed by the whispers of the abyss. It carried with it a plethora of harsh and soft tones, snarls and whispers all in the after of her voice. As she spoke Eden rose the weapon Ouroboros up and pointed directly towards the blood-drenched man, her unwavering will felt as her aethereal presence consumed. To stare upon her now was to stare upon the presence of a ruinous queen. She was the Avernian Empress. “How about you fight someone stronger instead?”
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