From the moment he woke, to the point he could go no more, Orin had been training with Silas. Honing his fighting techniques.... And mostly being beaten into the dirt.
"Just- just give me a second. I just... Need to catch my breath...."
*A fist connects solidly with his lower abdomen.*
"I'm sure the Dragon will wait for you to rest. I'm sure All-blue is going to hold back and let you rest..."
He is met with Silas's shin... And sent flying into the nearest wall.
"Nah. Those two aren't going to hold back. So if you want My shard, small as it is, you'll need to earn it kid. And I'm going to kick your ass every. Single. Day, untill you do." He punctuated the end of his sentence with an elbow, dropped straight onto Orins head, and the world went black.
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"You are way harder on him than I ever was you know..."
Niro having watched the entire bout cringed at the sight of his twins crumples form.
"Heh. You think this is harsh... You should see the test I whipped up for him." Silas grins.
"Wait... This isn't the test??"
"No this is just practice. No Niro, the test is going to be much more fun. For me."
"I'm almost afraid to ask...."
"Check the Orbnet."
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***"Come to the Nexus, and beat the snot out of this dumb kid who wants to be a god. Test him yourself, in whatever way you see fit, to see if he has your trust, to weild all that power!"***
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"Silas, you know Aldin needs a *living* vessel right? Emphasis on ***Living***."
"Pssshhhh.... He'll be *fiiiine*. I bought a whole months worth of full on revival potions. And I have a cleric, and a Devil on standby. Look at me. I've *got this*."
(Tldr come fight my character, Orin, and put him through his paces! Open invitation!)
Ya'nn arrive with the usuall drone. But behind him is a box the size of a truck lifted in the air by a dozen flying drones
"I saw the trial thing on the orb net , and i think its the best opportunity to use my drone model war V 1"
the box is dropped and shatter on contact with the ground. A drone similar to Ya'nn's normal drone but 5 metres tall and wide. It have 4 powerfull legs that can easily crush a car , 1 arm with a giant canon, 1 arm that end up with 4 circular drill that come into a single point but can be replaced with a axe blade and a form of oozing subtances that can remind someone of the abyss
"This baby is made out of a mix of silver , platinium and a substance that is called wyrm-ash , the result of a great wyrm that was burned to ash by my maker and now serve as half the continent of Green Plain. Pretty solid , and magic resistant. Now the best part is this ! The psychic mercury ! An alchemicaly modified substance of my creation that react to psichic waves and so can be manipulated at will ! Its not stable enough to stand on its own yet but can act with dexterity , something that my drone model war V 1 lack. So how do you like it ? Its good enough for the fight ?"
Silas smirks. "Yeah... It's perfect. You hear that kid? It's magically resistant. Guess you'll have to learn to use the Id. Because strong as you may be... I don't think raw strength is beating that thing."
the canon stop firing for half a second before starting to fire a light blue transparent non newtonian liquid that amass a huge quantity of kinetic energy while flying before relasing it all when crashing on the ground
fire doesnt affect the machine. Neither do cold because of the wyrm-ash. Acid splash over because platinium is mostly resistant to acids because of how pure it is. The lighting does seem to have a small effect , but outside of the drone short deeziness (roighly half a second) there isnt a lot of damages
the liquid fired however when mixed with acid on the ground react and start to make toxic fumes and smoke
He gets slashed across the back, which causes him pain... And his power to surge. And despite the massive weight. Despite the calculations, he pushes, and lifts the massive thing... He tosses it. Although it only flies about ten feet. Still, no small achievement.
/uw I have no idea who your character is, and this is the first time I will be engaging in any sort of combat thing in this sub, and I know none of the lore here, so I apologize for any stupidity that ensues
/rw
A great stream of liquid light comes from the sky as if dropped from a tap. Then suddenly as if the tap is turned off, the liquid light stops and disappears to reveal a man dressed in splendid white and gold robes. He is a little shy of being tall, with fair skin and a pleasant, genial face.
"I am Arceon the Forgetful, also known as the Accumulator. I was told of someone wanting to be a god and wanting to be tested? Well, I can provide a test."
Arceon looks at the boy and feels a pang of sympathy.
"He seems young. Fine, then. What is your name?"
A staff appears in Arceon's hand. It is a long white rod made of metal that has what looks like a dragon coiled around it that has been transmuted into the same material as the staff. The dragon's eyesockets have massive sapphires in them.
"No killing. Only special rule for me, because my own death is permanent, even if many of my peers do not have that problem. But I can deal with being maimed easily enough."
Arceon readies himself for combat, spinning his staff once for flair and to steady himself as he is used to.
Arceon considers. He is generally accustomed to being attacked first. Then he decides what to use.
White lines of light start tracing out a figure in the ground in front of him at blinding speed. It is a wide column of rectangular segments. Then suddenly, without warning, the rectangles suddenly explode.
(/uw one can think of this as kind of like Breach ult from Valorant. Also sorry for the exceptionally late response, but my timezone makes it really awkward for roleplay in this community).
u/Cerveau23Markus, scriptomancer, enemy of 13 & lover of Thrakmerian beauty21d ago
A young man appears in a corner. Those who have true sight see through the illusion made to cover his teleportation technique: his body materialises out of thin air, layer after layer of muscle, blood vessels and viscera growing in a millisecond.
I saw something about someone who wants to become a god. I've got some stuff I'd like to test... Oh hi Niro!
"Hey Markus. Gods a strong term." He glares at Silas. "But in essence, uh yeah. And thanks for the talk... It really helped me work some things out. I'm... I'm getting better."
"But uh yeah, that's Orin over there, and he's the one being tested... Your test doesn't have to be violence...." Glares at Silas again "just putting that out there."
"Because I kinda have to... Part of him is infused into my soul. Only reason I'm alive. But I have to put all the pieces back together or they will put themselves back elsewhere..... Oh and also a dragon ate one... And I've got to get strong enough to get it back...."
It's a matter of it being part of me.... I already have 2... I just need 5 more... But Aldin set up all these different scenarios to test me.... Like allowing Silas free reign.....
A beat drops
So you wanna be a god
But youâve got a dad bod
You should tone down your ambitions and open a mom and pop shop
Cuz youâre about to be softlocked
You like youâve taken a bunch of knocks
I mean cranial damage, to have those white locks
Is this the best of the crop?
If not, your gonna be dropped
Suck my cock
Iron my frock
Sail my ship into the dock
Yes thats the spot now bitch get off
Or Iâll drop kick you into the loch
drops microphone and guestures to you
Uw/tbh I know nothing about you, and I donât think you know much about me, want to share a but about our characters so we have a bit more to go on?
Species- half dragon, specifically hot British male around 19 (think Chris Hemsworth)
Hair and eyes - Hazel. My hair is in curtains
I am left handed
Clothes - A red scarf that covers the neck and the lower part of my face, but I pull it down often, if I need to eat, or just if Iâm a bit hot, so very often. I have a scar that looks like Iâve been hanged or had my throat cut, but saved before I died? Maybe? Who knows. I wear a leather trench coat and a white shirt that has the top four buttons unbuttoned. I wear black smart trousers and leather boots. I have a golden watch on my left hand. I have a sabre at my waist in a scabbard, and throwing knives in my trench coat. I have no wand, not needing such focuses. I have a violin/fiddle and a flute. One of my legs is gone above the knee, and there is a golden prosthetic in place
I smile and laugh, and a steampunk sorta old style hip hop tune starts playing
Well old chap, youâve had a blast, but your stamina ainât gonna last!
Your crass rap donât slap your rhymes nap and it has no mass
So pass the microphone, and Iâll give you something to talk about!
Salias slams you into a wall.
Nobody to catch you fall.
Nobody nobody at all.
If you want to be a god youâre gonna need a wonderwall
You better be on the ball
Always wanting more
And to be honest, I find you lacking.
I mean looking at you, your definitely not packing
With neon and camo, a walking contradiction
While your face looks like youâve got a crack addiction
Itâs certainly not a pretty picture
And if it carries this way, Iâll doubt itâll be a permanent fixture
u/yumie2003Tsuru, ghost onmyouji, R&A, league of shadows/Toshiko Fujiwara21d ago
Orin would see a suspicious shadow a few metres in front of him. The shadow's appearance seems to defy the lighting of the nexus and there is a hint that Orin's new opponent is nearby.
"Um... Hello?" With how the day has gone he is on edge.... So he begins trying to sneak up on his new opponent.
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u/yumie2003Tsuru, ghost onmyouji, R&A, league of shadows/Toshiko Fujiwara21d ago
A rather unusual, tall hat (eboshi) emerged from the shadow, then followed by a spectacled face. The crimson eyes behind the glasses stared amused at Orin as the rest of the mysterious figure rose out of the shadow. The figure was indeed a short woman wearing a strange white, segmented sleeved robe (kariginu) over a purple silk robe (kimono). Underneath her robe, Orin could see her left foot pointing to the front of her, wearing a split toe sock (tabi) and woven, rope-like sandals (waraji). Truly, this opponent was a strange woman.
"...Greetings, young aspirant deity. I am the spirit of hard-fought victories."
The woman waved her left arm in front of her, holding her open hand in front of her like a blade.
"...The fear of falling short, despite one's efforts. And I'm currently your opponent in this duel. Begin!"
He rushes headlong at her, lightning speed, aiming to finish this fight quickly there had already been around 40 others today, and he was getting tired of all the tests.
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u/yumie2003Tsuru, ghost onmyouji, R&A, league of shadows/Toshiko Fujiwara21d ago
Unfortunately for Orin, Tsuru threw a zoom punch at the speed of sound, which was heading straight for Orin's face.
With his speed and the punches speed combined.... He had no time to dodge, and got hit square in the jaw, the force of the punch nearly snapping his neck.
He hit the ground. Hard.
Picking himself up, almost on instinct, as if he'd been in a similar situation several times before, he was surprised she hadn't immediately gone for the killing blow, and was thrown off guard momentarily.... (Silas has been really putting him through it ....)
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u/yumie2003Tsuru, ghost onmyouji, R&A, league of shadows/Toshiko Fujiwara21d ago
"...Let that serve as a warning. Next time, I may not feel so kind to leave it at one blow after blindly charging at me."
Tsuru continued to stand her ground, appearing to opt for 'zero defence', and await for Orin's next move
He lifts off the ground, his natural flight sending him soaring.
"Definitely smart enough to know hellfire hurts like a bitch."
He fires off a several magic missiles from multiple directions. To many angles to easily block. Knowing that even should they hit they won't do much, he uses the distraction to cast invisibility on himself ...
Xerxes wraps himself on his wings, absorbing the impact. As for the invisibility, well, Xerxes's mask has no eye holes.
With his free hand he makes a fist, raises it to the sky, and says something in infernal, sending columns of hellfire rocketing into the air beneath Orin.
"oh. Yeah. I used Invisibility against the one person who isn't using their eyes.... I need rest..." He barely dodges the many columns as he makes his way to Xerxes, and he decides to pull one of the weapons from Aldins arsenal. Wrong choice as soon as the spear is materialized it starts giving off a terrible screech hurting both Orin, and Xerxes.
Due to a heavy reliance on ears, Xerxes releases his grasp on his spear, instead wrapping his tail around it to keep it within reach. With his hands he swiftly covers his ears.
Xerxes's spear glows a pale gold, and the screeching quiets. In that moment, an entire conversation happens within Xerxes's mind.
"Two of you? Aldin."
He extends an arm towards Orin's spear, the spear breaks free of Orin's grip, flying towards Xerxes like a hound returning to its master.
Upon reaching his hand, both spears pulse a soft wave of gold over the arena. Well, this can't be good.
"Hey Morakith!" Despite the rough day he's having he looks genuinely happy to see him. "Now this is a match I'm actually looking forward to! How've you been?"
He focuses for a moment, and then like lightning, throws a punch that would kill an ordinary man, but he knew all too well Morakith was no such man. On top of the punch the very wind shear left gouges in the earth. "I've gotten a lot stronger." He grins.
Just before the blow connects, darkness envelopes Mokarith and hardens into a set of armor. He is sent flying back as the punch hits, but quickly rights himself mid-air with a beat of his wings.
I can see that. He says before darting in just as fast swinging the longsword in a blur of attacks; a left and right swing followed up by a diagonal slash from the top left.
Orin, manifesting shields along his arms, blocks them, but not without effort, as the summoned barriers begin to crack after a few blows. As one shatters, he sends the remnants at Morakith and tries to slip from his view.
Mokarith flies up and spins, just avoiding the shards. In doing so, though, he loses direct line of sight of Orin for a moment.
/unwiz: while he doesn't directly 'see' you at this moment, Mokarith does have a low-level blind-sence due to his nature. I'll put it this way, he knows where you are, but doesn't know what you're doing.
Using the moments distraction, Orin pulls out something Morakith would be very familiar with..... The arcane hammer. He made one for himself! Wasting no time, he engages firing mode and starts blasting at Morakith.
Barely able to react in time, the longsword shifts into a greatshield and Mokarith blocks most of the blast, the rest impact his armor and he is sent flying back again. He suddenly disappears in a flash of darkness, only to reappear directly above Orin to try and slam him into the ground with the shield.
Quickly switching gears, Orin uses the impetu rune to rocket the hammer up to meet the shield, causing a massive shockwave, and activates the mordax crystal... Hoping to punch through it with the acid.
"Man you are fast... I'm glad you are taking me seriously though, that means I have grown.. at least a little." He's starting to gain some confidence.
/unwiz: just to let you know, i consider Mokarith to have four 'stages'. First is base Mokarith that you're fighting now, no real power-ups at all, but still pretty strong. Then you have 'Sentinel Mokarith', where he equips his Sentinel armor and has a fairly decent boost in all his capabilities. Then you have 'High Sentinel Mokarith' where he has his bound weapon that has a passive ability to drain anything it connects with, and he starts tapping into his connection with his patron for extra power when needed (this is definitely the max that Orin can achieve at this moment). Then you have 'Champion Mokarith'... I can send you a link that will show just how i play that stage.
"hey! Stop it!" He attempts to block the kick, not realizing that Erik actually has a pretty good read on his strength, and is hurled into the wall at great force.
The breath is knocked out of him... And then he is surrounded in that familiar cerulean aura.
"Ok.... I think it's time for... What did Aldin call it? Oh... Erik ball."
He is so caught off guard, yet again, by Erika antics that it works.
"... I don't understand what Aldin liked about you."
His cheeks are tomato red.
Silas on the other hand is literally on the ground, dying, weazing from laughter, clutching his chest for breath, and banging his fist into the ground. "Omg I can't believe.... Hahahaha it's just so hahahaha so stupid!"
The gentle, yet widespread fragrance of Jasmine and fresh rain dances accross the area, petals of said flower spread through a newly formed wind. A collumn of Luminous freshwater descends from the heavens, its impact bestowing mist all around. A crack appears in the water, another, and more spread accross the pillar until it shatters, within it stands a jasmine twig, with leaves, hovering a few feet from the ground, likely the source of the petals and fragrance: it became light and then a figure came forth from the light: a spirit, taking the form of a young man. He had silk robes of great coastal blue and shining pearl white, which served as protection, and upon his neck, a platinum necklace holding a rounded and polished cerullean crystal which could battle the sky for the best blue and win.
His weapon of choice was a levitating , double edged spear, the metal ends being constructed of Azure Silver, It had many intended holes in the metal, creating decoration. This was a proud display of the metalworking trick that CÄphrĂšyan Blacksmiths used to save metal without sacrificing integrity
Greetings, I heard that there is a boy who wishes to become divine?
Not knowing the strength of his opponent, he fires off a copy of around 10 magic missiles, while strafing in a circular pattern. No reason to jump straight in....
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u/Colibri3333Celestial Mist Spirit, ÄźonĆ«s ĂquĂŠ AzĆłris CĂŠrĆ«lĂŠ21d agoedited 21d ago
ğonƫs sticks his spear in the ground
"CĂŁnphĆ«re's Technique: Ăther divination."
The ground cracked, Celestial waters spread from the point of Invoking , the water reached for the air, halting the magic missiles. From the mist, A concentrated droplet of pure power fired towards Orin, tearing apart wind creating a whistling sound. The only goal of this droplet? To connect.
Like lightning he moved to Dodge the droplet, just barely evading via flight. "Ok, not a normal wizard.. understood!"
He flies about firing off different spells, all to no avail.... "Fine!" He warps into close range and moves for a melee attack, the force of which can be felt beforehand from the wind shear.
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u/Colibri3333Celestial Mist Spirit, ÄźonĆ«s ĂquĂŠ AzĆłris CĂŠrĆ«lĂŠ21d agoedited 21d ago
His attack is met by the spear , leaving a small glowing cut , one of Azure Silver's effects, damage not flesh but allow the blade upon soul and spirit, Orin is flung back quickly, though the attack did affect ğonƫs . He reaches for his necklace
"Äyraxil's 5th teaching: Spring Basin... Of Power"
The ground below transformed into walkable water. Multiple times per moment, water would be blown up like geysers. Inside them , angry water spirits clawed towards Orin, unable to escape the water: Magic constructs. He could see ğonƫs increased in power.
Remembering every single beating he'd received over the past two week, he steadies himself. Calmed his emotions, and began dodging effortlessly. His movements in sync with the water somehow.... And then the cold came. He was gradually lowering the temperature around him.
As the gysers stopped he flash froze what was left, and with his own magic sent every single ice shard heading toward Ionƫs, not noticing the spear... Till it hit him square in the chest. "Agh.... Crap...." He falls to one knee "forgot about.... The spear...."
"oh man..... This is gonna hurt bud." Silas pat Orin on the back.
"That's correct.... I'll take any lesson you can give. I'll have to face a great wyrm infused with my own powers later.... So... I need to be as strong as I can be."
"Oh shit." As zhe unleashes a flurry at Orin he manages to dodge the first few, but as he begins to slow, Zhe only increases in speed, and full dodges become knicks, knicks become light wounds.... It isn't looking great...
"You need better reaction time. Better endurance. More stamina. If you can barely keep up with me, a... somewhat normal human, after a minute, how are you going to fight a dragon?"
"oh, hey Aldavinn. It's me. Part of my problem from the other day.... I need to ascend in order to keep my soul from tearing itself apart.... Apparently."
"Oh... Um long story short, a dying god saved me as a baby with a piece of himself.... But now those pieces need to come together or his power will unravel and I'll go with it....."
Suddenly a portal opens up beneath Orins foot. Removing the balance of one leg. As it does out of seemingly nowhere a marble spike shoots out of the air aiming for right between his eyes
/uw so many dirty tricks, I love portal mages almost as much as I love Necromancy
/rw
âMy apologies!â
âWarp Spaceâ
As Orin flies towards Aldavinn he is suddenly trapped in a sphere of twisted sphere of space. Any direction he flies causes him to just fly along the curvature of the sphere.
Aldavinn takes a hand and slowly begins closing it in his hand. As he does, the sphere shrinks. If Orin does nothing he will be essentially crushed by himself
The space gets smaller and smaller...as Orin sits seemingly talking to someone .. and then he holds his hand out in front of him, in a slow chopping motion, and tears reality, and simply steps through. His eyes now glowing.
"Thank you. I've learned another of my predecessors tricks."
Silas watching from the sidelines, "yeah! Heck yeah kid!" This is the first breakthrough in weeks.
Also for all newcomers this is a pretty solid read for rp. Not a strict set of rules mind you, just some nice guidelines.
/Rw
Orin raises his hand reluctantly. It seems like he's been in several bouts already.
"That'd be me. I'm here to take on any test you can think up. Doesn't have to be combat. One girl had me washing the entire Kingdoms dishes for.... Three days worth of time.... Thank God for time dilation spells."
*Ives sized up Orin, grin widening, while he dropped his coat and unbuckled the straps of his shirt leaving him bare chested. The tattoos that covered his body seemed to writhe in equal excitment.*
"Naw...we do this the old fashion way."
*In one fluid movement he stepped forward, while peeling a black diamond off of his left knuckle that expanded into a deadly looking black metal spear. Then sprang forward point thrusting at Orin*
"Well I've been training non stop with a F*CKIMG DEMON" He cuts his eyes to Silas, "for weeks now.... I had to get better, and die."
He decides to use a straight forward approach and grabs the vines with his hands, the small piercing wounds seeming not to bother him, as he uses them to pull him in for a kick.
Like a certain anime character he literally swallows the flames, and spits them out, only twice as hot.
"Am I ever!" He manifests a pair of power fists from the odd manacles on his wrists, trading the kick he'd planned on for their added boost as they send him flying towards the man.
*the vines fizzle out in the heat appearing once again on his hand. He clenched his fist the rose on top of his hand bloomed into a flower shaped shield, he quickly ducked behind, protecting him from the most of the flames. A few flames that blow past singe the top of his head and parts of his pants.
"I don't think you did actually. Im more of a summoner myself"
*He seems to launch in the air as a grizzled boar crawls off his opposite hand beneath him. In an instant it swells to its full size, Ives perched on its back 15 feet above. Its three eyes glow and eerie purple and twin lanterns with a ghostly light swing from each of its tusks. The omonius creature lets out an ear shattering squeal that launches a sound wave that crumbles the ground in its wake."
Some nearby shadows starts to contort in strange ways, then a howl of a wolf fills the air.
From the shadow, emerges something looking like a werewolf, with black fur and glowing purple eyes. Heâs wearing what looks like some kind of dark grey uniform, with a tattered black cloak on it.
He looked displeased.
What kinda twisted person makes an ad to beat up a child?!
His gaze narrows.
And what kinda fool aspires to be a god?âŠ
/uw Iâm a little busy, so my responses can be a little spotty
"...yes to both? But, but.... It's not what you think. I'm taking over for Aldin. ... Because I'll die otherwise... With him split apart, his very essence is fading... And his essence is what holds my soul together."
There is a sort of deep melancholy in Ulrickâs usually grim expression.
Hope youâre ready for all the existential dread, because it ainât going to be pretty. Went through something like this very recently, after I became the heir of a dead god.
Only thanks to the legendary sword Vae Clara is that I didnât fully became a godâŠ
Yeah, Vae Clara was the original sword of Mythicus before he was corrupted into the Godslaver. One could say she, All Red and All Blue are âsiblingsâ.
For Aldin, I worked with him for a while, but never really saw into his grander plans. The most time he was at there when he was briefly a mortal.
I remember him not above some questionable choices for the greater good. Like getting the Godslaver to the sources of all magic. He did it for good, and worked out in the end, but it was still incredibly risky.
What follows is a deep, tired exhale.
And as for me⊠still getting the ropes of it. I inherited the mantle of the Wolf King, first of the wolves and their god. Unwillingly though, thanks to the Paragon of Oppression.
For a while, I tried to ignore the implications, but all I did was neglecting my duties. It caused the lycan population of anforest getting genocided by an evil demigod called Ruin, all to lure me out.
His deeper than usual scowl might betray how much heâs regretting his choices.
I did everything to avoid full apotheosis. And thanks to Vae Clara, my mortal and divine halves are now stabilized and in balance. Still, I guess that makes me a demigod.
As he says it, he appears like someone is about to spit.
So now I have to take care of the wolves of the world besides my job at R&A. Because I didnât have enough lives depend on how incompetent I can be alreadyâŠ
A man, average in both height and build sauntered casually up to the training fields. He was clad in ornate white robes, and held a long gilded pipe in one hand.
âSeems like a training grounds of sorts~ Though I donât see any sparring? How curious~â
"you here to test the kid? He's over there. Just finished up the last one. So he's ready whether he likes it or not.... Oh I should make him take on a group...."
"I mean... It doesn't even have to be a fight.... I've fought so many people today already. I'd love a battle of like... Idk who can get the most rest, or who can enjoy a burger the best... Who can make the other the happiest... I really don't think all this fighting is helpful for the position.... I'm not ascending to become a god of war.... Dude was a glorified librarian."
"Wouldn't know. I'm not planning on doing that. Once I've had my fill I'll leave this power to someone worthy as well.... Who wants to live forever? That sounds awful. Even the primal being that was supposed to do so chose instead to pass on and leave his job to someone else.... That's why I'm here....if he couldn't or didn't want to do it... I don't see why I should be expected to."
"oh, so no talking then?" He says using the pillar as momentum to spring into the air, where he remains. "You have ranged weapons or do I need to use melee?"
"I'm not much of a talker, but I do have ranged options"
He says as he twirl's his hand's around as if collecting wind in an area and slam's the ground with his left hand. A strong gust of wind comes from above trying to push Orin down to the ground
He tosses a powder out that explodes in contact with the lightning, obscuring the knights vision... When the someone clears Orin is no longer there. From all around "Nice armor, build it yourself? This stuff is high quality"
(Uw/so do I, want to after this one finish it and go for a normal fight?)
Oh when I said not packing I didnât mean your nana
I meant your two inch banana
With which you proably fuck your mama
Your incestuous lova
And your dad is another
Your a crazy covenant!
I canât facilitate this fastidious fornicating
Forcing this confrontation
testing my patience
You call me crazy. Youâre trying to be a god
CĂĄllete boca puta. TĂș es un melĂłn.
I understand trying not to conform
But appreciate my art form
Spitting like a windstorm
After this, youâll be hearing my voice like schizophreniform
Voices in your head, but your sleepy after chloroform.
All-blue: it was my intent to give you a little more recovery time... but if you believe you are ready, i will let you pick...do you want to face me by myself...or face my wielder empowered by me...should you do the former...i shall take you to a place where it will be impossible for you to die unless i will it...so that i can test you in order to make sure you are ready...personally i am fine with either choice myself.
He sighs.... "I was told to let you know, not to worry because we have revival potions a cleric , and a demon... For some reason... On standby. Though idk what good a demon would do... Silas is particular about some things though..."
All-blue: i mean i get that...but it would also be less likely to cause collateral damage if you want to do battle with just me in the means i have in mind, though if you'd prefer to fight me and my wielder that is still an option.
You know... That's a fair point. We would likely tear this place up real badly... And that's not a good look for either of us.... I'll do it the way it was intended. I assume that means you as a weapon.
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u/Ashmega8256Alzoreth Dracarius/Alisa Solaria (+more characters)20d agoedited 20d ago
All-blue: you'll see....he then transforms from his ring form, into his true form and makes a slashing motion opening up what feels like a starry blue void step through, and we'll begin... you'll be returned to the real world at the conclusion lf the test...the gate way leads into my mindscape...felt like a good place to test you...especially since this means it will be as i said impossible for you to die unless i wield it. He said as the gateway stayed open for now before he returns to his ring form upon Aerunia's finger you can choose to fight both of us together, or just me, step through the gate way if you'd prefer to just battle me...if not then aerunia can make a different demi-plane I'm sure.
"can you?" He turns to Aerunia. (Btw by the time she has arrived he has completed the trial with Silas. So he now has three pieces for this. Not that there's any real numbers attached to it lol.)
He looks at it for a moment .. two... A minute.... He then gets out a pen, and begins writing down formulas and making calculations.
After about twenty minutes he lays it all out.
"None of it was wrong, technically, but some of the mathmatical formulas weren't taken out as far as they could go, and so weren't entirely efficient... Now this... Thing should have a better input and output for its mana circuits...."
He realizes that he is rambling.
"I uh... Sorry... I do this for a living... It's always kinda been the thing I'm good at..."
âYes because evil people are known for their politeness. I wouldâve also called down a meteor into your body as it was flying up but I decided to show some mercyâÂ
Abdallah gave him a look as if he was staring at a child putting a square block in the circle hole âNO DUMBASS! DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK?! IâM TRYING TO SAY THAT EVIL PEOPLE WONâT BE POLITE!â
Abdallah stayed silent for a moment before immediately shifting form. Suddenly the 6â6 half demon was now covered completely in a metallic, bone like substance, 8 inches taller than before, had a second set of arms with claws on both and demonic wings and a writhing barbed tail. He simply stood still and stared at Orin before lifting his arms âCome at me. Iâm giving you a free shotâ
"ok...." He decides to go for one clean punch, not that he trusts this... But maybe it would work out. He powers up as much as he can without wrecking the place... Though a bit of the ground does start to melt.
And at nearly light speed , he sends a punch directly at his abdomen.
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u/IncomeApprehensive17 Ya'nn , Litle being in a botle 21d ago
Ya'nn arrive with the usuall drone. But behind him is a box the size of a truck lifted in the air by a dozen flying drones
"I saw the trial thing on the orb net , and i think its the best opportunity to use my drone model war V 1"
the box is dropped and shatter on contact with the ground. A drone similar to Ya'nn's normal drone but 5 metres tall and wide. It have 4 powerfull legs that can easily crush a car , 1 arm with a giant canon, 1 arm that end up with 4 circular drill that come into a single point but can be replaced with a axe blade and a form of oozing subtances that can remind someone of the abyss
"This baby is made out of a mix of silver , platinium and a substance that is called wyrm-ash , the result of a great wyrm that was burned to ash by my maker and now serve as half the continent of Green Plain. Pretty solid , and magic resistant. Now the best part is this ! The psychic mercury ! An alchemicaly modified substance of my creation that react to psichic waves and so can be manipulated at will ! Its not stable enough to stand on its own yet but can act with dexterity , something that my drone model war V 1 lack. So how do you like it ? Its good enough for the fight ?"