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[well there's our answer I guess]
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| February 3, 2017, 10:24 am
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Quoting Blizzard -
{Yes, I suppose so, even though I was not the one who made this. Right, continuing with the story!}

On the shores of Zanarkand the Agori milled about in confusion. Vos blinked. Then he sighed.

Vos: "Well, I suppose this
isn't the weirdest thing to happen to me ever."

Elder One: "Indeed, old friend. Now, we must go onwards and stop the determined Alphinaud before he sees fit to conquer the world without our interference."

The Elder One turns and addresses the gathered Agori. He calls to them to gain their attention.

The Elder One: "Gather 'round dear friends and lend me your ears today. Once more our world is threatened by an enemy, one who is immortal and all powerful, a god in every way save for title. This god seeks to take our world, our people, our ideals, our homes, our families, our friends and ourselves and be rid of it. He wishes to install upon this world the empire he once ruled as the sole leader.
"A leader who wishes to force himself upon us and subject us to his will and his alone. I know, in my heart of hearts that I speak for us all when I say no. We will not bow down to the will of an ancient, jaded being who has not bothered to learn enough about us to learn that in many ways we are BETTER than the empire he once ruled. We may not be as technologically advanced. We may not know the secrets of the universe. We may not rule vast swathes of land. And because of some of those reasons we may not stand an insects chance in an erupting volcano.
"But for all of that, we are wiser than he. We are happier than he. We are content on our island. We do not greedily seek out new land to conquer or new peoples to enslave. We do not wish to force our wills upon others because we see ourselves as superior. WE ARE BETTER THAN HE IN THE RESPECT THAT WE DO NOT SEEK ULTIMATE POWER TO CONQUER AN UNWILLING WORLD! WE ARE BETTER THAN HE BECAUSE WE ARE NOT EMPERORS! WE ARE NOT CONQUERERS! WE ARE NOT DICTATORS! WE ARE NOT TYRANTS! WE. ARE. AGORI!!! AND WE WILL GLADLY MARCH TO THE GATES OF THE NETHERWORLD AND FIGHT WHOEVER THREATENS OUR FREEDOM! OUR LIVES ARE OURS TO LEAD, AND NO ONE WILL TELL US HOW TO LIVE IT! I ASK YOU ALL TODAY TO STAND WITH ME! AND FIGHT! I ASK YOU TO MAKE THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE IN THE NAME OF LIBERTY! IN THE NAME OF ALL THOSE ON THIS WORLD, AND ALL THOSE TO COME!! STAND WITH ME TODAY, AND WE WILL SHOW ALPHINAUD THAT HE WILL NOT CONQUER THIS WORLD EASILY! WE WILL SHOW OUR ENEMY THAT WE WILL NOT FADE QUEITLY AWAY INTO THE DARKNESS! STAND WITH ME TODAY, AND WE WILL BE VICTORIOUS IN A WAY THAT NOT EVEN ALPHINAUD CAN! FIGHT WITH ME TODAY, FRIENDS! FIGHT WITH ME AND OUR CHILDREN WILL LIVE ON TO TELL THE TALE! THE TALE OF THE AGORI! OF THOSE WHO FOUGHT WHEN NONE ELSE WOULD FIGHT! ARE. YOU. WITH ME?!"

The Elder one unsheathed his ancient blade and thrust it into the air as he bellowed. Vos drew his katana and, blazing with light, sent it up to join the Elder One's sword.

The Agori screamed their defiance of Alphinaud as they raised their weapons and shouted in unison:

Agori: "FREEDOM! FREEDOM! FREEDOM! FREEDOM!"

Elder One: "Then come, my friends! LET US MARCH TO ZANARKANDS HIGHEST PEAK AND THROOOW ALPHINAUD FROM IT INTO THE UNDERWORLD!"

{Oh yeah, nice Deus Ex Machina there DA XP}

*Fotoh watched on, silent yet bursting with passionate pride during the Elder One's speech. As the Agori all cried out in unison, Fotoh was overwhelmed with passion, tears flooding from his eyes in a torrent and his chest heaving up and down as he raised his lance in pure romantic emotionality. Apis, supporting Fotoh diligently upon his back, raised his head and shrieked, a Gukk call which signified his willingness to fight.

Fita, who had also been transported in the divine intervention of Dmivor, watched Fotoh in the corner of her eye. Despite the busy and hectic affair of war, she knew that she would eventually need to confront her father at some point; but now was not the time for that. Even she, defined by her cool critical distance, couldn't help but feel a degree of elation from this rousing speech. Combat was hardly her field of expertise, but she would nonetheless lend her smith's hammer during the fight.


It would be a tough, uphill battle- but for the first time, the Agori were willing to fight it.
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| February 3, 2017, 8:05 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth
[well there's our answer I guess]

(Yo boi just low key made a new convo)

Daradun stands off to the side of Vos and the Elder One, though he does not join his fellows in their celebration. Instead, he turns his vision inwards, and feels the world fold in upon itself as his third eye, the invisible spirit eye of a shaman, opens.

Around him Daradun can sense the power of the agori's souls, united with a single will, voice, and purpose. He also sees the restless spirits of the Elysians who refused to leave the world join in the throng, devoting themselves to the destruction of their corrupted master. Farther still Daradun's spiritual vision travels, outwards, until it encompasses the whole island of Zanakarand. With all of hi might, Daradun sends out a plea for help to any god, spirit, or demon that still resided in that ancient land.
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| February 3, 2017, 10:38 pm
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Emboldened, the Agori force marches up the hill, weapons at the ready. However, when they crest the hill, the force stops. Warriors look around, surveying the island. Aside from the hills along the coast, it is mostly flat. Slowly, all eyes are drawn to the center of the island, which lays before them.

Massive ruins of a city long since rotted. The ruins are tiered, each sector raised above the last and closer to the center. At the heart of the ruins lies the great library, or rather, what remains. In its place sits a massive structure, pulsating teal circuits carved into floating ivory and onyx. Concentric rings hover around the towers of the structure, their tips extending into the stormclouds that have gathered over Zanarkand. A mighty roar shakes the island, and the vague outline of a dragon is seen in the storm, the tips of its wings and tail peering out of the clouds with every flap. The beast flies around the tower, serving to whatch over its master. For a moment, the collective will of the Agori falters, but strengthens again. They have come to far to turn back. And if they falter and flee, there would be no back to return to. Will renewed, the army marches on to the Capital.
~~~
The dragon's roar radiated away from the island and into the empty ocean. The Bloody Nua, drawing closer to the island, shook from the noise. Jecht jumped up and ran to the front of the ship, leaning against the railing with a smile on his face.

"Oh boy, you hear that, shade?" He smiles at Qiav. "Sounds like we're in for some real fun." Laughing, he leans against the Nua's mast, eyes still focused on the distant coast of Zanarkand. "Ah yes, fun. I'm dying to punch something."
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| February 4, 2017, 5:32 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon
the Agori force


[Are there a bunch of extra agori? I mean besides characters that have been introduced?]

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| February 4, 2017, 7:50 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

[Are there a bunch of extra agori? I mean besides characters that have been introduced?]

Pretty much everyone in Van'Shu and several from others.
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| February 4, 2017, 9:25 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

[Are there a bunch of extra agori? I mean besides characters that have been introduced?]

(I was thinking of all the (surviving) NPC Helgran Warriors.)
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| February 4, 2017, 10:42 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon
Emboldened, the Agori force marches up the hill, weapons at the ready. However, when they crest the hill, the force stops. Warriors look around, surveying the island. Aside from the hills along the coast, it is mostly flat. Slowly, all eyes are drawn to the center of the island, which lays before them.

Massive ruins of a city long since rotted. The ruins are tiered, each sector raised above the last and closer to the center. At the heart of the ruins lies the great library, or rather, what remains. In its place sits a massive structure, pulsating teal circuits carved into floating ivory and onyx. Concentric rings hover around the towers of the structure, their tips extending into the stormclouds that have gathered over Zanarkand. A mighty roar shakes the island, and the vague outline of a dragon is seen in the storm, the tips of its wings and tail peering out of the clouds with every flap. The beast flies around the tower, serving to whatch over its master. For a moment, the collective will of the Agori falters, but strengthens again. They have come to far to turn back. And if they falter and flee, there would be no back to return to. Will renewed, the army marches on to the Capital.

*Apis thrusts and shudders in discomfort, startled by the thunderous roar. Fotoh desperately tries to regain control.*

Fotoh: "Is this where the dread Alphinaud resides? If so, he can cast all the spectres he wants... it shall not shake us... right?"

*Fita continues to march with the Helgran Warriors, closer and closer towards the putrid city. She can feel her heart pumping furiously, and her stomach sinking heavily- she is no stranger to a scrap, but this was a full-on battle... she was certainly not ready for this; unfortunately for her, there is no other way but forward.*
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| February 5, 2017, 6:59 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
*Apis thrusts and shudders in discomfort, startled by the thunderous roar. Fotoh desperately tries to regain control.*

Fotoh: "Is this where the dread Alphinaud resides? If so, he can cast all the spectres he wants... it shall not shake us... right?"

*Fita continues to march with the Helgran Warriors, closer and closer towards the putrid city. She can feel her heart pumping furiously, and her stomach sinking heavily- she is no stranger to a scrap, but this was a full-on battle... she was certainly not ready for this; unfortunately for her, there is no other way but forward.*


"Maneuver 7!" Virgil shouts In an effort to get his remaining 11 men ready for battle Both Virgil and his men were mounted on Gukks with full battle armor. After losing most of his men in the fire at Van-shu Virgil had sworn to himself that he would rather die than lose any more of his platoon. Virgil was angry, angry at himself.

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| February 5, 2017, 9:19 pm
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The four black ones land near the peak of Zanarkand. The dragon of Alphinaud circles nearby, but cannot sense their presence. No one could.

Sur'kosh: "He is stretching. Soon he will destroy himself."

Vesh: "And take half the world with him."

Sur'kosh: "Yes."

The Makuta turns to his loyal servants, the last three warriors from an empire of shadow that stretches back generations.

Sur'kosh: "Fight the dragon. Break it. I challenge Alphinaud."

The Shades nod, and he stalks up the mountainside.

~~~

Qiav: "I feel a gathering of power. Alphinaud is not alone in his preparation. My brothers have already arrived."

Jecht nods, and Sharkhook looks vaguely confused, but keeps sailing.

Jecht: "Not much longer now."
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| February 6, 2017, 10:54 am
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Quoting Blizzard -
The Elder One nods firmly.

Elder One: "We continue on. Whatever Alphinaud seeks to throw in our way only shows us that he fears us."

Vos snorts. The Elder One raises an eyebrow and gives the Scrollkeeper a warning glance.

Fotoh: "Then we must give him apt reason to be afraid! Onward- for Botana!"
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| February 6, 2017, 12:28 pm
Quoting Blizzard -
The Elder One nods.

Elder One: "Well said, Fotoh!"


"Not to burst your bubble" Virgil says "but what is our plan for defeating Alphinaud?
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| February 7, 2017, 6:48 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

"Not to burst your bubble" Virgil says "but what is our plan for defeating Alphinaud?

Fotoh: "Our initial plan is to talk to him, if I remember correctly; the fighting should only be a last resort. If this does end badly, I believe our plan is to charge and hope for the best...!"
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| February 8, 2017, 8:48 am
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: "Our initial plan is to talk to him, if I remember correctly; the fighting should only be a last resort. If this does end badly, I believe our plan is to charge and hope for the best...!"

Fotoh and Virgil's conversation was interrupted by a massive purple blink, causing the agori to shield their eyes. Suddenly, a force three hundred men strong stood where the light's source. The light disappeared and the group looked back up. At the front of the army stood Lady Kahkan and the familiar Krickarr. He stood forwards, unsure what to say to the shocked group.

"Uh...Hello again."
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| February 8, 2017, 11:32 am
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Quoting Callum ~
Fotoh and Virgil's conversation was interrupted by a massive purple blink, causing the agori to shield their eyes. Suddenly, a force three hundred men strong stood where the light's source. The light disappeared and the group looked back up. At the front of the army stood Lady Kahkan and the familiar Krickarr. He stood forwards, unsure what to say to the shocked group.

"Uh...Hello again."

Fotoh: (Flabbergasted) "Hello there... my, you've been busy it seems!"
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| February 8, 2017, 11:44 am
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: (Flabbergasted) "Hello there... my, you've been busy it seems!"

Krickarr: "Well...It was really all Lady Kahkan's plan, I only helped out."

Lady Kahkan stood forwards towards the warrior.

"So...You are the one who put Helgran out of his misery?"
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| February 8, 2017, 1:12 pm
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Quoting Callum ~
Krickarr: "Well...It was really all Lady Kahkan's plan, I only helped out."

Lady Kahkan stood forwards towards the warrior.

"So...You are the one who put Helgran out of his misery?"

*Fotoh sees Kahkan, gets off Apis and bows.*

Fotoh: "Lady Kahkan...! I... I had no choice... Master Helgran had fallen into a state from which he could never hope to return..."
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| February 8, 2017, 1:18 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
*Fotoh sees Kahkan, gets off Apis and bows.*

Fotoh: "Lady Kahkan...! I... I had no choice... Master Helgran had fallen into a state from which he could never hope to return..."

Kahkan stops and nods her head in depression.

"Did he...did he die quickly?"
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| February 8, 2017, 1:40 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
*Fotoh sees Kahkan, gets off Apis and bows.*

Fotoh: "Lady Kahkan...! I... I had no choice... Master Helgran had fallen into a state from which he could never hope to return..."

[who dat..]
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| February 8, 2017, 1:50 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth
[who dat..]

[http://www.moc-pages.com/group_conversation.php?id=25893&topicid=105128#comment-1689273]
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| February 8, 2017, 1:57 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth
[who dat..]

Check out the Kahkan thread.
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| February 8, 2017, 2:15 pm
Quoting Blizzard -
The Elder One steps forward and nods sadly.

Elder One: "He did, Lady Kahkan. I must say, it has been many years since I last saw you. I do hope you've come to aid us in defeating Alphinaud, a common enemy to all of us, no matter what tribe we come from, instead of eliminating us to rid yourself of a possible threat to your village's future."

The Elder One speaks coolly and his eyes shine like frozen ice, too hard to be chipped away and too thick to be melted by the sun. Vos has something of the opposite look in his eyes.

His eyes are ablaze with fires of intense dislike and distrust as he observes those of the Kahkan village.

Vos: "Yes, I'd rather like to know the answer to that question myself. After all, you've demonstrated aggressive, even imperialistic behavior in the past. Burning and pillaging settlements, raiding caravans that pass through your territory. I do hope you have some EXCELLENT explanations for those deaths."

Vos said this all in a low, fierce growl.

Vos: "After all... I lost a friend in one of those little raids of yours."


Virgil walks to Vos "calm down"

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| February 9, 2017, 10:15 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
The Elder One steps forward and nods sadly.

Elder One: "He did, Lady Kahkan. I must say, it has been many years since I last saw you. I do hope you've come to aid us in defeating Alphinaud, a common enemy to all of us, no matter what tribe we come from, instead of eliminating us to rid yourself of a possible threat to your village's future."

The Elder One speaks coolly and his eyes shine like frozen ice, too hard to be chipped away and too thick to be melted by the sun. Vos has something of the opposite look in his eyes.

His eyes are ablaze with fires of intense dislike and distrust as he observes those of the Kahkan village.

Vos: "Yes, I'd rather like to know the answer to that question myself. After all, you've demonstrated aggressive, even imperialistic behavior in the past. Burning and pillaging settlements, raiding caravans that pass through your territory. I do hope you have some EXCELLENT explanations for those deaths."

Vos said this all in a low, fierce growl.

Vos: "After all... I lost a friend in one of those little raids of yours."

Fotoh: "I would've thought we'd all have the common decency to save these questions for a better time! We can discuss this later- right now, a powerful and deranged being threatens the whole of Botana! We must not shun any help we are offered- destroying this fiend is our top priority for the moment!"
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| February 10, 2017, 3:35 am
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Quoting Blizzard -
The Elder One steps forward and nods sadly.

Elder One: "He did, Lady Kahkan. I must say, it has been many years since I last saw you. I do hope you've come to aid us in defeating Alphinaud, a common enemy to all of us, no matter what tribe we come from, instead of eliminating us to rid yourself of a possible threat to your village's future."

The Elder One speaks coolly and his eyes shine like frozen ice, too hard to be chipped away and too thick to be melted by the sun. Vos has something of the opposite look in his eyes.

His eyes are ablaze with fires of intense dislike and distrust as he observes those of the Kahkan village.

Vos: "Yes, I'd rather like to know the answer to that question myself. After all, you've demonstrated aggressive, even imperialistic behavior in the past. Burning and pillaging settlements, raiding caravans that pass through your territory. I do hope you have some EXCELLENT explanations for those deaths."

Vos said this all in a low, fierce growl.

Vos: "After all... I lost a friend in one of those little raids of yours."

Krickarr turns his face to his mother, with a similar anger in his eyes. Lady Kahkan, disgusted, looked down to the agori.

"I bring an army to fight off this threat to our world, and you instantly gang up on me? That *one* settlement I destroyed was to keep Ha'shuan safe! You know how hard that was for me? I lost my own son over that! Anything more than that has been for the protection of others! Collateral damage happens! Time to wake up!"

Kahkan walked towards the Elder One, upturning her lip.

"Maybe you'd know what sacrifice is if you were worth anything. Gods, you really are a sorry excuse for a leader." Kahkan stated, condescendingly. "I agree with the Helgran Warrior, we obviously have bigger problems than your personal problems with my leadership!" Kahkan looked to the ground. "Bunch of ingrates the lot of you." she mumbled to herself.

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| February 10, 2017, 12:44 pm
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Quoting Callum ~
Krickarr turns his face to his mother, with a similar anger in his eyes. Lady Kahkan, disgusted, looked down to the agori.

"I bring an army to fight off this threat to our world, and you instantly gang up on me? That *one* settlement I destroyed was to keep Ha'shuan safe! You know how hard that was for me? I lost my own son over that! Anything more than that has been for the protection of others! Collateral damage happens! Time to wake up!"

Kahkan walked towards the Elder One, upturning her lip.

"Maybe you'd know what sacrifice is if you were worth anything. Gods, you really are a sorry excuse for a leader." Kahkan stated, condescendingly. "I agree with the Helgran Warrior, we obviously have bigger problems than your personal problems with my leadership!" Kahkan looked to the ground. "Bunch of ingrates the lot of you." she mumbled to herself.

Fotoh: *Politely, yet firmly* "Lady Kahkan, I am glad you agree with me; we are grateful for your aid, and I understand why you would be indignant at these ill-timed comments. However, I shall not stand for any insult against my friends, no matter the status of the insulter or the context behind their words. I will tolerate no slander against either the Elder One or my fellow warriors."
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| February 10, 2017, 12:57 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: *Politely, yet firmly* "Lady Kahkan, I am glad you agree with me; we are grateful for your aid, and I understand why you would be indignant at these ill-timed comments. However, I shall not stand for any insult against my friends, no matter the status of the insulter or the context behind their words. I will tolerate no slander against either the Elder One or my fellow warriors."

Kahkan sighed.

"Fine...But I'm not apologizing for anything."
She paused for thought and stared at the beast soaring through the air, flying in different swirls and rolls.

"I suggest the bulk of my men and I distract the dragon and attack it head on. By doing this, we can provide an opening for you to quickly sneak by the beast and confront Alphinaud."
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| February 10, 2017, 1:25 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
The Elder One looks at the dragon thoughtfully.

Elder One: "No. It would be unwise. The dragon can fly, not to mention, we don't know what its capabilities are. We would suffer heavy casualties at its talons. No... we must take a more... creative approach to breaching the tower, WITHOUT the dragon noticing us and then proceeding to slaughter us."

Daradun awkwardly steps forward.
"Um, is there anything I can do to help?"
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| February 10, 2017, 5:35 pm
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Quoting Drahcir Nosnevets
Daradun awkwardly steps forward.
"Um, is there anything I can do to help?"

Krickarr took a double take on the agori. He exclaimed and jumped back, arrow pulled.

"I told you not to come back!"
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| February 10, 2017, 8:07 pm
Quoting Callum ~
Krickarr took a double take on the agori. He exclaimed and jumped back, arrow pulled.

"I told you not to come back!"


" Wow man!" Virgil exclaimed as he placed himself between krickarr and the once traitorous agori "He's good again.. Good again"

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| February 11, 2017, 9:28 am
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

" Wow man!" Virgil exclaimed as he placed himself between krickarr and the once traitorous agori "He's good again.. Good again"

"Bu-...Wait. What?" Krickarr thought for a few seconds, bow still aimed. "What do you mean? How is he 'good now'?"
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| February 11, 2017, 2:50 pm
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Quoting Callum ~
"Bu-...Wait. What?" Krickarr thought for a few seconds, bow still aimed. "What do you mean? How is he 'good now'?"

Fotoh: "We were as confused as you are, my friend- but apparently, Daradun's change of allegiance was on account of a creature named Ferbregr, a servant of Alphinaud, who had been controlling the sand-stalker. That terrible hold was relinquished with the aid of Ramza, so I hear."
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| February 11, 2017, 2:57 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: "We were as confused as you are, my friend- but apparently, Daradun's change of allegiance was on account of a creature named Ferbregr, a servant of Alphinaud, who had been controlling the sand-stalker. That terrible hold was relinquished with the aid of Ramza, so I hear."

The warrior is correct, Krikarr, I was... not myself for a time. Now I am on your "side" in this... this war of gods.
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| February 11, 2017, 5:29 pm
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The Bloody Nua finally arrived at Zanarkand. As it weighed anchor, Jecht leaped from the side, his boots pressing into the wet sand. He took a deep breath and surveyed the land. All in all, it didn't look too different from Botana, save the massive storm and the ivory spire. The wind howled at the fighter's ears, a massive empty sound mourning the deaths to come. Jecht looked to Qiav at his side.

"So, what do you think of all this?"

Qiav shrugged. "Alphinaud is not going to make this easy for us." The shade gestured towards the Wyvern in the sky, talons protruding from the storm. "It doesn't help that I can sense my former master on this island too. We are in for a tough fight, Ramza."

The fighter blinked. "Ram who?"

"Ramza?"

"Never heard of Ram-the. Name' Jecht." The fighter extended a hand to the shade. This time, it was Qiav's turn to blink. It hadn't dawned on him that, though this being shared Ramza's aura, that it could not be the knight. The shade closed his eyes and shook his head.

Come to think of it, it was already suspicious that Ramza no longer bore his God-given curse of leprosy. The shade opened his eyes and looked Jecht up and down. The body was very similar to Ramza's, perhaps it was once the knight's before his curse. Jecht stood with a hand pressed against his hip, the other still extended.

"Hey man, you okay? Did I offend you or something?"

Qiav blinked again before shaking Jecht's hands. "Sorry, you just looked similar to a warrior I knew. My name is Qiav."

The fighter laughed. "Can't blame you, man. I wake up on a beach with not a memory to my name other than that I was a fighter back on the mainland, or something like that." Jecht's laugh suddenly stopped, and his eyes glazed over. A voice more somber than the fighter's jovial tone speaks.

"Ramza is dead."

Qiav shakes his head. Part of him wanted to challenge the statement, but he knew it to be true. If Alphinaud had returned, it was almost impossible that he would not have killed Ramza, the one man strong enough to challenge him, before returning to Zanarkand. Ramza was dead, yet somehow, he was not.

Jecht's eyes lost their faraway look. "Hey Qiav, you alright? You look like you saw a ghost."

The shade shook his hands. "Sorry, just..." He looks at the tower. "Let's just go teach a crazy old man a lesson or two."

The fighter laughed and cracked his knuckles as the two strode off into the forest, leaving Sharkhook to stare after them. The captain shook his head before jumping down to the beach below and walking after them.
~~~
Krickarr held his bow steady, point still level with Daradun's head. "I don't believe you."

Virgil refused to budge from between the two. "Look, you have to believe us, we were just as skeptical before..."

"I SAID I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! People don't just magically change when the heebee-jeebee bad spirits get knocked out of them. How do you know Daradun isn't just leading us all here to then turn on us and kill us?"

Virgil opened his mouth, but closed it again when he realized that he didn't have an answer. Slowly, he too looked back at Daradun. "He's got a point."

Daradun shook his head. "I...how can I prove this to you?"

Krickarr narrowed his eyes. "Exactly. You can't because you didn't change."

Virgil took a step forwards, and before Krickarr realized what had happened, he released the arrow. It's metal tip, pointed away from its target with Virgil's movement, flew gracefully through the air.

"Wait, no..CRA-" the word remained unfinished as the arrow hit the Elder One. The Elder One folded, and Vos turned his fury on Krickarr. Wordlessly but filled with inexorable rage, he knocked Krickarr to the ground and raised his sword, only for it to be knocked from the air by Lady Kahkan. The monarch held her own blade to the librarian's throat, and Vos laughed.

"Oh, so this is how you do it? Wait for us to all to be gathered together, vulnerable, and then polish us off when the opportunity comes? YOUR SON JUST KILLED THE ELDER ONE FOR CRYING ALOUD! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW!"

The librarian's entire body shook with a mad laughter. Horrified, Lady Kakhan took a step back, before stepping forwards once again and preparing to strike. Vos only laughed more.

"Oh go on, kill me just like you killed everyone in the sixth village of Keroba. Go on, feel the adrenaline as you cut me down like all the women and children that day. GO ON MISS MURDERER, DO IT YOU BI-"

A booming voice froze everyone. "ENOUGH!"

The Elder One rose and plucked the arrow from his chest, a sky blue mist curling from beneath his robes. "THIS FIGHTING HAS ESCALATED ENOUGH AND ENDS NOW."

Like scolded children, Vos and Lady Kakhan slunk back from each other and away from the Elder One. Krickarr, still sitting in the dirt, looked up fearfully.

"Krickarr, I do not blame you for shooting me, but please believe me when I say that Daradun has changed his alliance. Ramza did us a great favor when he brought Daradun back from the shadows of Fehbregr and Alphinaud, and we would do well to respect something that cost the Knight his life!"

The Knight, dead? A warrior who had dealt incredible blows to both the Comer Leader and Helgran, gone? Krickarr couldn't believe it, but he chose to anyways. "Alright, I'll believe you. I'm sorry."

The Elder One shook his head. "There is no time left for apologies. Lady Kakhan, regardless of your intentions in joining this battle, I will welcome your aid. Vos, now is not the time to reopen scarred wounds. Now, let us turn our attentions from our differences to the matter at hand."

Vos and Lady Kakhan both nodded before looking to the storm. In their argument, the clouds had blanketed the island, and the Agori were now battered by wind and rain. The dragon still circled above, uninhibited by the storm.

"How are we supposed to kill that?" Lady Kakhan whispered. The Elder One sighed, for in all the wisdom he had acquired in his long life, he too had no answer. Fotoh kicked at the dirt absentmindedly before a ruffling came from the forest. Agori turned as Qiav and a strange tan being, an Agori and a half in height and dressed in foreign cloth strode from the shrubbery. The foreigner surveyed the crowd.

"Huh, I hope we're not interrupting anything."

The Elder One chuckled. "Trust me, you have missed nothing important, stranger." He then turned to Qiav and bowed.

"Shade Qiav."

Qiav bowed back. "Knight Cidolfus Orlandeau the Elder."

The Elder One laughed. "Now, there is a name I have not heard in a long time. Still, it is good to see that at least one person remembers the title. I take it you are here to fight Alphinaud too?"

The shade and foreigner both nodded. "Well, Qiav and friend, we accept your help, but as you can see," he waves towards the dragon, "our path will not be easy."

The foreigner turns his serpentine head to look at the dragon. His eyes draw to slits as he snorts.

"I could try and hit it with a rock..."
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| February 11, 2017, 6:59 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon
The Bloody Nua finally arrived at Zanarkand. As it weighed anchor, Jecht leaped from the side, his boots pressing into the wet sand. He took a deep breath and surveyed the land. All in all, it didn't look too different from Botana, save the massive storm and the ivory spire. The wind howled at the fighter's ears, a massive empty sound mourning the deaths to come. Jecht looked to Qiav at his side.

"So, what do you think of all this?"

Qiav shrugged. "Alphinaud is not going to make this easy for us." The shade gestured towards the Wyvern in the sky, talons protruding from the storm. "It doesn't help that I can sense my former master on this island too. We are in for a tough fight, Ramza."

The fighter blinked. "Ram who?"

"Ramza?"

"Never heard of Ram-the. Name' Jecht." The fighter extended a hand to the shade. This time, it was Qiav's turn to blink. It hadn't dawned on him that, though this being shared Ramza's aura, that it could not be the knight. The shade closed his eyes and shook his head.

Come to think of it, it was already suspicious that Ramza no longer bore his God-given curse of leprosy. The shade opened his eyes and looked Jecht up and down. The body was very similar to Ramza's, perhaps it was once the knight's before his curse. Jecht stood with a hand pressed against his hip, the other still extended.

"Hey man, you okay? Did I offend you or something?"

Qiav blinked again before shaking Jecht's hands. "Sorry, you just looked similar to a warrior I knew. My name is Qiav."

The fighter laughed. "Can't blame you, man. I wake up on a beach with not a memory to my name other than that I was a fighter back on the mainland, or something like that." Jecht's laugh suddenly stopped, and his eyes glazed over. A voice more somber than the fighter's jovial tone speaks.

"Ramza is dead."

Qiav shakes his head. Part of him wanted to challenge the statement, but he knew it to be true. If Alphinaud had returned, it was almost impossible that he would not have killed Ramza, the one man strong enough to challenge him, before returning to Zanarkand. Ramza was dead, yet somehow, he was not.

Jecht's eyes lost their faraway look. "Hey Qiav, you alright? You look like you saw a ghost."

The shade shook his hands. "Sorry, just..." He looks at the tower. "Let's just go teach a crazy old man a lesson or two."

The fighter laughed and cracked his knuckles as the two strode off into the forest, leaving Sharkhook to stare after them. The captain shook his head before jumping down to the beach below and walking after them.
~~~
Krickarr held his bow steady, point still level with Daradun's head. "I don't believe you."

Virgil refused to budge from between the two. "Look, you have to believe us, we were just as skeptical before..."

"I SAID I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! People don't just magically change when the heebee-jeebee bad spirits get knocked out of them. How do you know Daradun isn't just leading us all here to then turn on us and kill us?"

Virgil opened his mouth, but closed it again when he realized that he didn't have an answer. Slowly, he too looked back at Daradun. "He's got a point."

Daradun shook his head. "I...how can I prove this to you?"

Krickarr narrowed his eyes. "Exactly. You can't because you didn't change."

Virgil took a step forwards, and before Krickarr realized what had happened, he released the arrow. It's metal tip, pointed away from its target with Virgil's movement, flew gracefully through the air.

"Wait, no..CRA-" the word remained unfinished as the arrow hit the Elder One. The Elder One folded, and Vos turned his fury on Krickarr. Wordlessly but filled with inexorable rage, he knocked Krickarr to the ground and raised his sword, only for it to be knocked from the air by Lady Kahkan. The monarch held her own blade to the librarian's throat, and Vos laughed.

"Oh, so this is how you do it? Wait for us to all to be gathered together, vulnerable, and then polish us off when the opportunity comes? YOUR SON JUST KILLED THE ELDER ONE FOR CRYING ALOUD! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW!"

The librarian's entire body shook with a mad laughter. Horrified, Lady Kakhan took a step back, before stepping forwards once again and preparing to strike. Vos only laughed more.

"Oh go on, kill me just like you killed everyone in the sixth village of Keroba. Go on, feel the adrenaline as you cut me down like all the women and children that day. GO ON MISS MURDERER, DO IT YOU BI-"

A booming voice froze everyone. "ENOUGH!"

The Elder One rose and plucked the arrow from his chest, a sky blue mist curling from beneath his robes. "THIS FIGHTING HAS ESCALATED ENOUGH AND ENDS NOW."

Like scolded children, Vos and Lady Kakhan slunk back from each other and away from the Elder One. Krickarr, still sitting in the dirt, looked up fearfully.

"Krickarr, I do not blame you for shooting me, but please believe me when I say that Daradun has changed his alliance. Ramza did us a great favor when he brought Daradun back from the shadows of Fehbregr and Alphinaud, and we would do well to respect something that cost the Knight his life!"

The Knight, dead? A warrior who had single handedly crippled both the Comer Leader and Helgran, gone? Krickarr couldn't believe it, but he chose to anyways. "Alright, I'll believe you. I'm sorry."

The Elder One shook his head. "There is no time left for apologies. Lady Kakhan, regardless of your intentions in joining this battle, I will welcome your aid. Vos, now is not the time to reopen scarred wounds. Now, let us turn our attentions from our differences to the matter at hand."

Vos and Lady Kakhan both nodded before looking to the storm. In their argument, the clouds had blanketed the island, and the Agori were now battered by wind and rain. The dragon still circled above, uninhibited by the storm.

"How are we supposed to kill that?" Lady Kakhan whispered. The Elder One sighed, for in all the wisdom he had acquired in his long life, he too had no answer. Fotoh kicked at the dirt absentmindedly before a ruffling came from the forest. Agori turned as Qiav and a strange tan being, an Agori and a half in height and dressed in foreign cloth strode from the shrubbery. The foreigner surveyed the crowd.

"Huh, I hope we're not interrupting anything."

The Elder One chuckled. "Trust me, you have missed nothing important, stranger." He then turned to Qiav and bowed.

"Shade Qiav."

Qiav bowed back. "Knight Cidolfus Orlandeau the Elder."

The Elder One laughed. "Now, there is a name I have not heard in a long time. Still, it is good to see that at least one person remembers the title. I take it you are here to fight Alphinaud too?"

The shade and foreigner both nodded. "Well, Qiav and friend, we accept your help, but as you can see," he waves towards the dragon, "our path will not be easy."

The foreigner turns his serpentine head to look at the dragon. His eyes draw to slits as he snorts.

"I could try and hit it with a rock..."

(OCC: Well, I'm not sure it's fair to say that Ramza "single handedly" defeated the Fearbringer and Helgran- I'm pretty sure Qiav helped with the former, and the latter pretty much had everyone's combined effort. Also you probably should've checked with Blizzard before giving the Elder One a name. :P)

Fotoh: (To Jecht(?) "Can you throw a big enough rock? I am wondering if there's a way for us to draw the beast's attention away somehow, allowing us to sneak in through another entrance to the city..."
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| February 11, 2017, 7:53 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
(OCC: Well, I'm not sure it's fair to say that Ramza "single handedly" defeated the Fearbringer and Helgran- I'm pretty sure Qiav helped with the former, and the latter pretty much had everyone's combined effort. Also you probably should've checked with Blizzard before giving the Elder One a name. :P)

Fotoh: (To Jecht(?) "Can you throw a big enough rock? I am wondering if there's a way for us to draw the beast's attention away somehow, allowing us to sneak in through another entrance to the city..."

(By "singlehandedly crippled," I had intended to say that Ramza had dealt a heavy blow to those two. I'm going to amend that in the original comment now.)

The stranger (yes, Jecht. Only Qiav knows his name currently, so until he's properly introduced to everyone he will just be the stranger/foreigner) laughs. "My friend, let me tell you something. I don't throw rocks to distract. I throw to kill." He turns off and begins combing the rubble covered ground, looking for a boulder big enough to suit his perhaps foolish endeavor.
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| February 11, 2017, 10:48 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
Vos snorts.

Vos: "Well, while Brawn here might want to get himself killed, why don't we try to use our brains here, yeah? We have them for a reason. Now then... we could try to dig a tunnel underneath the tower and enter through there. Though that could take a while, and that gives both the dragon and Alphinaud plenty of warning... any other ideas?"

Fotoh: "That plan could work... we just need to draw our foe's attention away from it... Perhaps the most powerful among us could create some kind of spectacle? We need not engage them, merely catch their attention... some of us could try to loop around the city? To trick them into thinking THAT is our plan?"
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| February 12, 2017, 11:08 am
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: "That plan could work... we just need to draw our foe's attention away from it... Perhaps the most powerful among us could create some kind of spectacle? We need not engage them, merely catch their attention... some of us could try to loop around the city? To trick them into thinking THAT is our plan?"

Daradun speaks up.
"I could summon some ghosts and see if I can engage the dragon from the spirit realm while some of Kakhan's warriors and Jecht engage it physically."
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| February 12, 2017, 11:28 am
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Quoting Drahcir Nosnevets
Daradun speaks up.
"I could summon some ghosts and see if I can engage the dragon from the spirit realm while some of Kakhan's warriors and Jecht engage it physically."

Lady Kahkan speaks up. "Yes...That could definitely work. I think it's vital that we engage both Alphinaud and the beast at the same time. We cannot simply distract the beast as even if we do beat Alphinaud, we will be too weak to take on the animal afterwards."
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| February 12, 2017, 11:36 am
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Quoting Callum ~
Lady Kahkan speaks up. "Yes...That could definitely work. I think it's vital that we engage both Alphinaud and the beast at the same time. We cannot simply distract the beast as even if we do beat Alphinaud, we will be too weak to take on the animal afterwards."

Fotoh: "But the dragon seems not to physical- rather, a twisted creation of Alphinaud- I'll wager that the creature would be unable to sustain itself if it's creator came to harm."
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| February 12, 2017, 11:40 am
Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: "But the dragon seems not to physical- rather, a twisted creation of Alphinaud- I'll wager that the creature would be unable to sustain itself if it's creator came to harm."


(Virgil):"Say... do you think explosions could harm the dragon? if we could dig a tunnel then surely we can dig a hole and fill it with explosives."


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| February 12, 2017, 2:57 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

(Virgil):"Say... do you think explosions could harm the dragon? if we could dig a tunnel then surely we can dig a hole and fill it with explosives."


Fotoh: "...do you have explosives to hand? I doubt it would hurt the dragon, but it could contribute to the spectacle I mentioned."
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| February 12, 2017, 3:11 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: "...do you have explosives to hand? I doubt it would hurt the dragon, but it could contribute to the spectacle I mentioned."


Qiav finally steps forward. A hush falls as blueish smoke twists about him.

Qiav: "Every moment we spend discussing strategy is one step closer to Alphinaud's victory."

With that, he turns and begins to walk up the mountainside.

Qiav: "Debate all you want, but I fear you'll have trouble talking when the gods come down."

The others blink, not expecting this outburst - or any outburst at all - from Qiav.

Vos: "Qiav, don't do anything-"

Qiav: "Catch me if you can."

He sprints up the mountainside, toward the shrieks of the deathly beast above.
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| February 12, 2017, 4:08 pm
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Quoting Rove Random

Qiav finally steps forward. A hush falls as blueish smoke twists about him.

Qiav: "Every moment we spend discussing strategy is one step closer to Alphinaud's victory."

With that, he turns and begins to walk up the mountainside.

Qiav: "Debate all you want, but I fear you'll have trouble talking when the gods come down."

The others blink, not expecting this outburst - or any outburst at all - from Qiav.

Vos: "Qiav, don't do anything-"

Qiav: "Catch me if you can."

He sprints up the mountainside, toward the shrieks of the deathly beast above.

Fotoh: (sighing) "There's always one with patience as low as their wisdom, isn't there? Though now Qiav has made a move, we must strike now, if this plan is going to work."
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| February 12, 2017, 4:13 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: (sighing) "There's always one with patience as low as their wisdom, isn't there? Though now Qiav has made a move, we must strike now, if this plan is going to work."

Qiav smiles to himself as he runs. That'll get them started. He eventually slows as the sounds of combat reach his ears. Then footsteps as Jecht catches up.

Qiav: "Got your rock?"

Jecht grins and hefts the stone in his left hand.

Qiav: "Quietly, now."

The two creep through the underbrush, Jecht as silenty as the Shade despite his heavy load. They reach the scene of the battle, where two small figures assail the dragon.

Two?

Vesh: "Ah, Qiav. So nice of you to join us."

The ground beneath Qiav's feet explodes with an earth-shattering crack, and he and his ally are hurled into the fray.
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| February 12, 2017, 4:20 pm
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Quoting Rove Random
Qiav smiles to himself as he runs. That'll get them started. He eventually slows as the sounds of combat reach his ears. Then footsteps as Jecht catches up.

Qiav: "Got your rock?"

Jecht grins and hefts the stone in his left hand.

Qiav: "Quietly, now."

The two creep through the underbrush, Jecht as silenty as the Shade despite his heavy load. They reach the scene of the battle, where two small figures assail the dragon.

Two?

Vesh: "Ah, Qiav. So nice of you to join us."

The ground beneath Qiav's feet explodes with an earth-shattering crack, and he and his ally are hurled into the fray.

Jecht and Qiav tumble forwards as the ground decays beneath them. The boulder Jecht had carried, a massive chunk of former wall twice the warrior's size, slides down behind them and off to the side. The dragon, oblivious to the new contenders, bellows at the two shades assailing it before swiping at one, sending the shade six feet into the mountainside. The beast then turns its attention towards Vesh and charges. The shade jumps away in the nick of time, and the dragon continues forward, slamming into the clif nearby Qiav and Jecht. It is then that the beast notices the two.

Qiav scrambles to his feet and dodges a set of talons. Jecht is not so lucky, instead he is propelled backwards, smashing the boulder he had carried. Thankfully, he is not significantly harmed, and rises again in a cloud of rubble that he addresses with disappointment. He stoops as he lifts up a fragment the size of his torso, and turns to aim at the dragon.

Vesh had snuck up on the beast, and brought a black shortsword down on the beast's neck. Enhanced by the magic of Alphinaud, the scales shatter the blade, leaving Vesh to address the hilt in confusion. Aware of the attempt, the dragon knocks Vesh from it neck with a swipe of its tail, sending the shade into the dirt. Qiav steps forward, claw open.

A thunderous crack fills the air. Jecht had thrown his rock with both deadly speed and accuracy. The dragon looks to its side as one of its wings falls to the ground, flesh obliterated by stone. Ichor gushes forward, flooding Vesh in the warm yellow fluid. Jecht picks up another rock before taunting the dragon.

"Aw, come on you beast, I expected a real challenge! Not some half-attempt at a big lizard with wings! Show me what you got!"

Filled with rage, the beast rears up onto its hind legs and belches fire towards Qiav and Jecht. The fighter tackles the shade, knocking both away from the blast. The dragon's eyes glow with fury as it knocks Vesh and his companion back into the dirt.

Jecht and Qiav both stand back up. The shade looks at the beast, the confidence that had filled his eyes slowly fading. "Perhaps we should have waited for a plan," he mumbles. Jecht snorts, before picking up something buried in the ruins.

It is a sword, the metal badly rusted but still bearing the elaborate gilded decorations that made it a prize sought by many. Jecht presses his finger against the edge, quickly yanking it away as it draws blood. The metal was still incredibly sharp. He twirls the blade by the hilt, getting a feel for its natural balance. "Never used a sword before, but I think this will do."

The battered form of Vesh slams again into the ground. The dragon, bored with its toy, flings the shade away, before turning to find that Qiav and Jecht still live. The beast snarls as it turns towards them, smoke bellowing from its jaw. The fighter laughs, as he runs forward, twirling the broadsword in one hand.

"Well Qiav, you ever been to a barbecue? Cause we've got a big steak to cook."
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| February 12, 2017, 4:56 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon
Jecht and Qiav tumble forwards as the ground decays beneath them. The boulder Jecht had carried, a massive chunk of former wall twice the warrior's size, slides down behind them and off to the side. The dragon, oblivious to the new contenders, bellows at the two shades assailing it before swiping at one, sending the shade six feet into the mountainside. The beast then turns its attention towards Vesh and charges. The shade jumps away in the nick of time, and the dragon continues forward, slamming into the clif nearby Qiav and Jecht. It is then that the beast notices the two.

Qiav scrambles to his feet and dodges a set of talons. Jecht is not so lucky, instead he is propelled backwards, smashing the boulder he had carried. Thankfully, he is not significantly harmed, and rises again in a cloud of rubble that he addresses with disappointment. He stoops as he lifts up a fragment the size of his torso, and turns to aim at the dragon.

Vesh had snuck up on the beast, and brought a black shortsword down on the beast's neck. Enhanced by the magic of Alphinaud, the scales shatter the blade, leaving Vesh to address the hilt in confusion. Aware of the attempt, the dragon knocks Vesh from it neck with a swipe of its tail, sending the shade into the dirt. Qiav steps forward, claw open.

A thunderous crack fills the air. Jecht had thrown his rock with both deadly speed and accuracy. The dragon looks to its side as one of its wings falls to the ground, flesh obliterated by stone. Ichor gushes forward, flooding Vesh in the warm yellow fluid. Jecht picks up another rock before taunting the dragon.

"Aw, come on you beast, I expected a real challenge! Not some half-attempt at a big lizard with wings! Show me what you got!"

Filled with rage, the beast rears up onto its hind legs and belches fire towards Qiav and Jecht. The fighter tackles the shade, knocking both away from the blast. The dragon's eyes glow with fury as it knocks Vesh and his companion back into the dirt.

Jecht and Qiav both stand back up. The shade looks at the beast, the confidence that had filled his eyes slowly fading. "Perhaps we should have waited for a plan," he mumbles. Jecht snorts, before picking up something buried in the ruins.

It is a sword, the metal badly rusted but still bearing the elaborate gilded decorations that made it a prize sought by many. Jecht presses his finger against the edge, quickly yanking it away as it draws blood. The metal was still incredibly sharp. He twirls the blade by the hilt, getting a feel for its natural balance. "Never used a sword before, but I think this will do."

The battered form of Vesh slams again into the ground. The dragon, bored with its toy, flings the shade away, before turning to find that Qiav and Jecht still live. The beast snarls as it turns towards them, smoke bellowing from its jaw. The fighter laughs, as he runs forward, twirling the broadsword in one hand.

"Well Qiav, you ever been to a barbecue? Cause we've got a big steak to cook."


Once virgil had ridden to jecht he said "here hold this" as he handed him a lit piece of dynamite "I'm not sure I have meet you yet" virgil continued as he bundled some more dynamite together "what was your name?" virgil then grabbed the stick of dynamite from jecht hand and lit the rest of the bundled dynamite he then handed back the two pieces of dynamite "here, throw this at something!"
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| February 15, 2017, 3:40 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

Once virgil had ridden to jecht he said "here hold this" as he handed him a lit piece of dynamite "I'm not sure I have meet you yet" virgil continued as he bundled some more dynamite together "what was your name?" virgil then grabbed the stick of dynamite from jecht hand and lit the rest of the bundled dynamite he then handed back the two pieces of dynamite "here, throw this at something!"

Jecht stares in confusion at the strange agori who had just handed him a stick of something, with a lit rope at one end. He sniffed the stick.

"Does this stuff...what does it do?"

The agori blinks. "It's dynamite."

"So?"

"It explodes?"

Jecht gawked at the stick, eyes widening. The dragon, not distracted by Virgil's sudden appearance, swats Jecht into the air with its tail, knocking the stick of explosives from the fighter's grasp. The stick rolls back down the hill towards the rest of the agori force, and Virgil frantically rides back down the hill after the volatile weapon.
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| February 16, 2017, 8:58 am
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Quoting Dark Aeon
Jecht stares in confusion at the strange agori who had just handed him a stick of something, with a lit rope at one end. He sniffed the stick.

"Does this stuff...what does it do?"

The agori blinks. "It's dynamite."

"So?"

"It explodes?"

Jecht gawked at the stick, eyes widening. The dragon, not distracted by Virgil's sudden appearance, swats Jecht into the air with its tail, knocking the stick of explosives from the fighter's grasp. The stick rolls back down the hill towards the rest of the agori force, and Virgil frantically rides back down the hill after the volatile weapon.

The stick rolls to a stop at the feet of Daradun. Suprised, he looks down just as the fuse burns out and a billowing cloud of dust, ash, and fire engulfs him and the nearby agori.
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| February 16, 2017, 10:20 am
Quoting Drahcir Nosnevets
The stick rolls to a stop at the feet of Daradun. Suprised, he looks down just as the fuse burns out and a billowing cloud of dust, ash, and fire engulfs him and the nearby agori.


Virgil runs Into the smoke Looking for anyone who might still be alive "are you okay?" Virgil cried out. the dragon then swated Virgil off his Gukk He then landed head first on the ground

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| February 17, 2017, 4:31 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

Virgil runs Into the smoke Looking for anyone who might still be alive "are you okay?" Virgil cried out. the dragon then swated Virgil off his Gukk He then landed head first on the ground

Virgil, dazed, shook his head and slowly pushed himself up on the ground. He stared at the black cloud that erupted from the explosive. He squinted as he saw something manipulating the smoke. The smoke then quickly spread further into the air as a number of Kahkan soldiers charged out, stepping over a few fallen men injured or killed by the dynamite. Lady Kahkan charged alongside them. She would normally be very distressed by this sudden friendly fire, but there was bigger problems. Some soldiers vanished into purple smoke and appeared atop the dragons neck, impaling it with long spears. It groan and swung the men around. As it did so, many more figures swiped at the animals ankles. It violently thrashed at the ensuing attack.

Krickarr patted a burned leg. He groaned in agony, but he could still fight. He vaulted up and hopped towards Jecht. Once he had caught up, he smacked him across the back of the head. With a sigh of disappointment, he pulled out his sword, getting ready to attack.

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| February 17, 2017, 6:43 pm
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*Fotoh slowly rises, covered in soot. He looks around at all his injured comrades, smoke bellowing from each crevice in the floor. Apis also rises, battered and tatty yet indisputably alive. Fotoh grips his lance tightly, rage boiling up within him.*
Fotoh: "Enough of this... we've an Emperor to kill!"
*Fotoh climbs up onto Apis' back, and they then charge out of the smouldering rubble and towards the dragon.*
Fotoh: "HHYYYYYAAAAARGH!"
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| February 18, 2017, 6:58 pm
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On high, Alphinaud watches the Agori force combat the dragon under his service. He sighs. He did not desire to kill anyone, he simply wanted to invite them somewhere fitting for his metamorphosis. Even then, his true desire was to negotiate. To find why they opposed his plans for peace; why they fought against the very idea of a benevolent monarch, who ruled only in passing to destroy any who wished harm on another. He had seen firsthand what happens when one wishes to utterly destroy another; he had experienced it both as the victim and the victimizer. Immortality had brought him to conclude that the only way to truly maintain peace was to have an immortal, incorruptible soul set to rule until the universe itself died.

The gods had fled the world. The original guardians, immortal and stubborn, had become bored, and left behind vulnerable nations to fend for themselves with no guidance. He had led his people against the Sandmen for their own survival. Genocide was an unintended consequence.

The Makuta, however, were different. They were an ancient race, once content to dwell in the heart of the earth with the Primal Titan. However, a new generation sought amusement in the absence of the gods, and wrought their shadowy fun on the surface, slaughtering everything in their path. All Alphinaud had fought tooth and claw for, decimated in an instant.

For a brief moment, Alphinaud considered recalling his dragon. He did not want to appear the aggressor to the Agori, and his dragon was not helping in that. He had already ditched his opulent armor for a woolen cloak and wrought iron mail, an attempt to appear more humble. The concern passed as Alphinaud watched the Elder One's golem cut through the dragon, slicing the beast in two with a single stroke.

A bolt of darkness flew towards Alphinaud's bare head. Without thought, the aging Elysian nullified the assault with his own powers. He chuckled as he turned around.

"Sur'kosh. You were never one for formalities."

The Makuta stepped forward, its onyx mask absorbing all light. The two stared at each other silently, before Sur'kosh spoke suddenly.

"The world is over, Alphinaud. It is time."

The Elysian chuckled. Prophesies meant nothing to him. His very existence in his current situation spoke for free will. Slowly, he drew a simple silver broadsword from its sheath, a pale teal gem glowing in its brass hilt.

"I will make you pay for killing my son, Sur'kosh."

"He is not dead, Alphinaud," the Makuta said as dark energy coalesced about its form.

"No, you didn't. You gave him a fate far worse than death." Elysian and Makuta lunged forward, one killing for vengeance and the other for a homicidal appetite.
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The Agori cheered as the dragon fell apart in two. The Elder One stood at rest, his golem mimicking his stance. Qiav looked to where Vesh and Kuzi had lain, only to find that the two had vanished, faint trails of shadows left pointing towards the tower. The shade shook. There was no time left. He looks over at Jecht, a similarly aware gaze on the foreigner's face.

"We are out of time, Jecht." A fearful gaze shown from dead eyes behind Qiav's mask. Jecht nodded, morose, and the two ran as fast as physically possible after Sur'kosh's faithful servants.

Vos notices the running forms of Qiav and Jecht. Patting away the fires from his body, he shouts to the fest of the Agori.

"Everyone! We are out of time! If we waste even a moment longer to celebrate, then Alphinaud will win by default. Now come on! We shall show him why the conquerer shall not win!"

The Agori force cheers and marches on, unaware that, in fact, Alphinaud is not the conquerer they will fight.
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| February 19, 2017, 7:56 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon
On high, Alphinaud watches the Agori force combat the dragon under his service. He sighs. He did not desire to kill anyone, he simply wanted to invite them somewhere fitting for his metamorphosis. Even then, his true desire was to negotiate. To find why they opposed his plans for peace; why they fought against the very idea of a benevolent monarch, who ruled only in passing to destroy any who wished harm on another. He had seen firsthand what happens when one wishes to utterly destroy another; he had experienced it both as the victim and the victimizer. Immortality had brought him to conclude that the only way to truly maintain peace was to have an immortal, incorruptible soul set to rule until the universe itself died.

The gods had fled the world. The original guardians, immortal and stubborn, had become bored, and left behind vulnerable nations to fend for themselves with no guidance. He had led his people against the Sandmen for their own survival. Genocide was an unintended consequence.

The Makuta, however, were different. They were an ancient race, once content to dwell in the heart of the earth with the Primal Titan. However, a new generation sought amusement in the absence of the gods, and wrought their shadowy fun on the surface, slaughtering everything in their path. All Alphinaud had fought tooth and claw for, decimated in an instant.

For a brief moment, Alphinaud considered recalling his dragon. He did not want to appear the aggressor to the Agori, and his dragon was not helping in that. He had already ditched his opulent armor for a woolen cloak and wrought iron mail, an attempt to appear more humble. The concern passed as Alphinaud watched the Elder One's golem cut through the dragon, slicing the beast in two with a single stroke.

A bolt of darkness flew towards Alphinaud's bare head. Without thought, the aging Elysian nullified the assault with his own powers. He chuckled as he turned around.

"Sur'kosh. You were never one for formalities."

The Makuta stepped forward, its onyx mask absorbing all light. The two stared at each other silently, before Sur'kosh spoke suddenly.

"The world is over, Alphinaud. It is time."

The Elysian chuckled. Prophesies meant nothing to him. His very existence in his current situation spoke for free will. Slowly, he drew a simple silver broadsword from its sheath, a pale teal gem glowing in its brass hilt.

"I will make you pay for killing my son, Sur'kosh."

"He is not dead, Alphinaud," the Makuta said as dark energy coalesced about its form.

"No, you didn't. You gave him a fate far worse than death." Elysian and Makuta lunged forward, one killing for vengeance and the other for a homicidal appetite.
~~~
The Agori cheered as the dragon fell apart in two. The Elder One stood at rest, his golem mimicking his stance. Qiav looked to where Vesh and Kuzi had lain, only to find that the two had vanished, faint trails of shadows left pointing towards the tower. The shade shook. There was no time left. He looks over at Jecht, a similarly aware gaze on the foreigner's face.

"We are out of time, Jecht." A fearful gaze shown from dead eyes behind Qiav's mask. Jecht nodded, morose, and the two ran as fast as physically possible after Sur'kosh's faithful servants.

Vos notices the running forms of Qiav and Jecht. Patting away the fires from his body, he shouts to the fest of the Agori.

"Everyone! We are out of time! If we waste even a moment longer to celebrate, then Alphinaud will win by default. Now come on! We shall show him why the conquerer shall not win!"

The Agori force cheers and marches on, unaware that, in fact, Alphinaud is not the conqueror they will fight.


After seeing both the elder one release his magical powers and Vos become a fiery warrior Vigil started to feel rather insignificant. Whilst riding towards the Great tower Virgil pulled up along Fotoh "Do you think we can do much against this Alphinaud?" Virgil yelled over the sound of beating feet "I mean We just saw what Vos and the Elder one can do And I don't think we would be much of a help... What do you think?"
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| February 19, 2017, 10:14 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth

After seeing both the elder one release his magical powers and Vos become a fiery warrior Vigil started to feel rather insignificant. Whilst riding towards the Great tower Virgil pulled up along Fotoh "Do you think we can do much against this Alphinaud?" Virgil yelled over the sound of beating feet "I mean We just saw what Vos and the Elder one can do And I don't think we would be much of a help... What do you think?"

Fotoh: "I feel your concern, Virgil- I too feel dwarfed amongst these giants. Despite how it may seem however, we are not useless- simple Agori in huge numbers are just as much a force to reckon with as one stone giant. We are small, but resilient. We can still get under the feet of our foes and topple them from beneath; every deity has it's Achilles heel- we need only find it."
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| February 19, 2017, 11:03 pm
Quoting Blizzard -
Vos' eyes glowed bright orange, small whisps of smoke curled from his back, and his heart beat in his metallic chest. He had only a few minutes or so left until he succumbed to the power of the flame again, but he would use those minutes wisely.

He just had to make sure they didn't consume him.
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The Elder One mimed a punching action with his fist, and the stone giant did the same, smashing down the old wooden door like it was made of old cards. The Elder One turned to the giant and bowed. The giant looked at him and mimed the action. Then it stood straight once more, and the light dimmed slightly in its eyes. It would wait to be called upon again.

Elder One: "Come! We must ascend the steps!"


"what do you expect were up against" Virgil said, continuing the conversation with Fotoh.

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| February 20, 2017, 5:53 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
Vos' eyes glowed bright orange, small whisps of smoke curled from his back, and his heart beat in his metallic chest. He had only a few minutes or so left until he succumbed to the power of the flame again, but he would use those minutes wisely.

He just had to make sure they didn't consume him.
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The Elder One mimed a punching action with his fist, and the stone giant did the same, smashing down the old wooden door like it was made of old cards. The Elder One turned to the giant and bowed. The giant looked at him and mimed the action. Then it stood straight once more, and the light dimmed slightly in its eyes. It would wait to be called upon again.

Elder One: "Come! We must ascend the steps!"

Lady Kahkan turned to the party. "I'm gonna keep my men out here for the time being. We don't know if we can bargain with Alphinaud or not. They'll keep an eye out for us." After a short pause, she smiled and spun towards the steps, ascending them alone. Krickarr clutched his fists as he followed her. "Time to finish this." He addressed to the agori, pulling out his trusty bow. This was either going to go surprisingly well, or exceptionally horrible.
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| February 20, 2017, 5:57 pm
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Daradun once again lies under a crushing weight, nearly choking on the lingering ash and dust from the explosion. Freeing himself from the fallen stones and calling up a spirit of sunlight, Daradun looks around to find that he has fallen into a large, smooth tunnel with elaborate rune-carved walls. Outsids the bounds of his light, the tunnel fades into a near impenetrable darkness. Muttering a ward against the Entropic Powers, Daradun heads off down into the blackness.
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| February 20, 2017, 6:12 pm
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Vesh, Kuzi, and Othu scale the steps up the ivory spire. While they had worked to distract the dragon, their master Sur'Kosh had ascended to challenge Alphinaud. The shades smiled. The world would end soon, and the reign of Makuta would once again be absolute.

Kuzi glanced over the edge of the steps; stared down the dizzying height to the Agori below. They looked like ants. He leaned back against the spire, closing his eyes while his plastered mad smile belied his racing heart. Just because he was a millenia-old shade did not mean he was immune to vertigo. He opened an eye, which rolled to his brother Othu.

"We're mighty high up. Just imagine the beautiful splashes pushing an Agori from this height would make."

Othu shrugged wordlessly as he continued to trudge up the stairs. Kuzi rubbed his temples before peeling himself from the wall, walking next to Vesh.

"So, brother, how do you think our lord will kill Alphinaud? Quickly? Slowly? Cut or smash?" The shade's insane smile opened as a laugh escaped from behind fangs. Vesh opened his mouth to give a saner response to an insane question, but was cut off as a shockwave rocked the entire spire. Vesh looked up to watch as a heap of the tower fell from its tip, too far away for their burning calves. He shook his head as Kuzi cast fearful glances.

"What was that! Sur'kosh said that Alphinaud was insignificant in might? Surely our master is victorious?"

Vesh once again tried to respond only to collapse as a second boom rocked the structure. Kuzi was the first to spot the falling form.

"Ah! And here falls Alphinaud now! Be attentive, brothers, for perhaps we can claim a troph-"

A black form crushes Othu and the stairs the shade stood on. Despite the mask, Besh recognized a confused expression as Sur'kosh opened his wings, flinging their dead brother from the Makuta's form towards the ground below. Othu's corpse thudded dully against the earth. Sur'kosh ascended, grabbing hold of his two remaining servants as he flew back towards the spire's tip.
~~~
Qiav knelt by the demolished stairwell. Gingerly, he lifted a fragment of silver, recognizing its former owner by its carvings. Othu. He peeled his eyes from the shard and looked at the shade's corpse so far down below. He felt no sorrow for the shade's passing. They were not his brothers.

Jecht looked at the demolished stairs, a different train of thought running laps in his mind. He rubbed his chin as Qiav stood. The shade sighed.

"I don't think we'll be able to jump this, Jecht. Perhaps there is another-"

Without a word, Jecht lifted the shade over his head and chucked him to the opposite end of the gap. Bracing himself, Jecht soon followed, metal boots crushing the finer ivory edges of the steps next to Qiav. The shade redressed the gap from the opposite side. "I guess we didn't need another way." The two resumed their sprint upwards.
~~~
Sur'kosh landed on the flattened top of the spire. He released his grip on Vesh and Kuzi, leaving the shade's to gape at the challenger before their master. Alphinaud did not wear the ivory and gold armor they had witnessed during the fall of Elysium, but instead donned a wool cloak that draped his form. Yet despite this humility, his power was unmistakable.

From beneath the cloak emerged a scarred and bruised arm, gripping the handle of a sword whose blade was not stone or steel but lightning. A halo of thunder rippled around his head, illuminating a blond head and beard greatly streaked with grey and white. The aging ruler laughed at the two shades.

"So, Sur'kosh, you needed help in trying to defeat me? Perhaps I'm not the fly you once thought of me. And as for you two, Vesh and Kuzi..." Alphinaud took a step forwards and smiled, a smile not of madness or power but of earnest friendship. "Do you remember?"

The two shades exchanged confused glances. Alphinaud laughed, deep and earnest. "Maybe once I've killed your 'master,' then I'll tell you the truth about you shades. I'm sure you will find it quite...illuminating." Alphinaud's laugh rang in their ears, drowning out the storm. Suddenly, it died, and a stone sober face stared at Sur'kosh. "You will pay, Sur'kosh. I will make you pay for every last one, every man, woman, and child. One of us will not survive the night."

Alphinaud raised his blade to the heavens. The clouds opened and spat the might of the skies downwards to the Elysian. Makuta and shade's shielded their eyes as lightning enveloped Alphinaud. Slowly, he rotated his blade towards Sur'kosh, energy flying away from the Elysian.

"LET ME SHOW YOU," he screamed over the storm, "WHY THEY ONCE CALLED ME ALPHINAUD, HAND OF THE THUNDER GOD!" He lunged forward, no longer a mortal but an incarnation of the storm and anger, of power mixed with hatred and the means to avenge, towards Sur'kosh, the air itself catching fire as the shockwave exploded outwards from the lance of justice, of anger, and above all, of thunder.
~~~
Jecht and Qiav finally reached the top. The foreigner had given up on stairs entirely, and had instead scaled the wall itself, metal and claw digging into ivory as Qiav had perched on his companion. The two watched in both horror and awe as Alphinaud raced towards Sur'kosh. Time seemed to slow as Elysian rushed towards Makuta. Qiav felt a sense of unexplained pride, as though he were somehow connected to the man who would kill his-

Both faces were sprayed with dread as Sur'kosh calmly sidestepped Alphinaud, lashing out and digging shadowy talons into the Elysian's face. Alphinaud let loose an animal howl as the blade, still charged with lightning and justice, flew off and back up into the storm. Stoic, Sur'kosh lifted Alphinaud and slammed him into the ground.

"No, Alphinaud. A fly with a sword is still but a fly. Now, Vesh and Kuzi," the two shades stood attentive, "take care of these interlopers."

Kuzi, thrilled to fight, eagerly rushed towards Jecht, while Vesh was left to fight the brother he thought he could redeem to the Makuta's cause.
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| February 20, 2017, 9:51 pm
Quoting Blizzard -
Far below the battling beings the valiant Agori dashed up the steps. Vos, however stopped and leaned against the wall, panting. He was a librarian, not an athlete! He looked up the steps. He didn't need to be a genius to see that they would be far too late to reach the top and stop Alphinaud. He frowned.

They hadn't even gotten close to Alphinaud and already they'd lost.


"need a ride?" Virgil spoke as he rode up to Vos with a riderless Gukk.

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| February 22, 2017, 5:54 pm
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*Fotoh, riding on Apis with the other, looks upwards towards the peak of the tower, and the storm clouds which crown it*

Fotoh: "Alphinaud has summoned a storm- why? It looks as if another is also at the top with him- perhaps even a whole group- it's difficult to tell. Has someone beat us to the top, possibly?"

*Apis snorts, continuing to carry his master.*
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| February 23, 2017, 6:54 pm
Quoting Blizzard -
Vos: "What's the point? Even with the fastest Gukk you have we wouldn't be able to reach the top in time. No... we need a miracle or something cheesy like that."


"that may be true, but your still tired and if you plan on reaching the top at all you might as well take a bird. Besides Seeing what the elder one can do we might just get miracle."
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| February 26, 2017, 8:47 am
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Quoting Blizzard -
Vos: "What's the point? Even with the fastest Gukk you have we wouldn't be able to reach the top in time. No... we need a miracle or something cheesy like that."

Fotoh: "Well my friend, we definitely won't make it up there in time if we stand here and bicker about it!"
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| February 26, 2017, 2:12 pm
Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: "Well my friend, we definitely won't make it up there in time if we stand here and bicker about it!"

Virgil: I guess so..
Virgil then yanked Vos onto the riderless gukk that was next to him.

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| February 27, 2017, 7:52 am
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth
Virgil: I guess so..
Virgil then yanked Vos onto the riderless gukk that was next to him.

*The Agori climbed their way up the ancient tower, slowly being worn down by the dire grip of fatigue. They carefully hopped over the crumbling steps that threatened to cast them into the rocky abyss below. Finally, after much demoralised grumbling, the Agori made it to the top; their jaws hung open as they saw the mighty Alphinaud, like some mighty bearded God do battle with the twisted and depraved Makuta and his minions.*

Fotoh: "By all that is sacred... what on Botana have we gotten ourselves into?!"
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| March 4, 2017, 5:41 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
*The Agori climbed their way up the ancient tower, slowly being worn down by the dire grip of fatigue. They carefully hopped over the crumbling steps that threatened to cast them into the rocky abyss below. Finally, after much demoralised grumbling, the Agori made it to the top; their jaws hung open as they saw the mighty Alphinaud, like some mighty bearded God do battle with the twisted and depraved Makuta and his minions.*

Fotoh: "By all that is sacred... what on Botana have we gotten ourselves into?!"

Alphinaud lifts himself to his feet, gripping the Makuta's shoulders and flinging him backwards. His silver blade turns in the air, flying back towards the tower to land in his outstretched palm. He gave the Agori force a worried look before forcing a laugh.

"Well, it took you a while. I should be just a moment, perhaps take a seat and watch as I eliminate just one of the kinds of evils who would really want to destroy you and every warm-blooded creature on the face of this world."

Vos took a step forward, fire boiling his blood. He was too angry to just sit by. A soothed katana was raised towards the Makuta, embers glowing on the blade the same orange as the veins of Vos's eyes.

"A negative on that, Alphinaud. While I'll be the first to say once again that I don't believe your plans for peace, I haven't forgotten enough of my history to recognize a Makuta when I see one."

Sur'kosh laughs, a sound that made nails on a chalkboard comparatively heavenly. "Ah, you foolish Agori, do you think your matchstick can hurt me? It would have served you well to just have waited while Alphinaud and I fought. Perhaps then the Elysian would have stood a chance."

Alphinaud snarled and lunged forwards, lightning narrowly missing the Makuta. The dark being laughed as he spiraled higher into the air.

"It was so nice of you to blanket the land in storm for me, Alphinaud. What a fitting setting for the end of the world." The Makuta raised a hand to the sky as a black mist exploded from his chest, a hand of shadows plucking Alphinaud from the tower and tossing him into empty space. The Elysian watched as the hand retracted a teal stone to Sur'kosh. The Makuta lifted the palm sized shard into the air.

"But more importantly, you are a fool Alphinaud. Did you fear that you could not control the souls of those you have killed in your own body? You play a god, but you are perhaps more aware of your own mortal weakness than the Agori you naively sought to rule. Death did not do your once formidable strategization well."

The Makuta shattered the stone, a teal mist flowing into his body. He laughed as he convulsed, a laugh so powerful that his mask shattered, revealing a face of only a maw with rotted yellow fangs, pulled back as that noise assailed the ears of the Agori. The Makuta's voice grew deeper as the power of the Fearbringer fueled his metamorphosis.

"Ah, just imagine, Agori, what Alphinaud could have done had he not so foolishly feared what he controlled. Your false god is a coward who too long left the key to immortality unused. It is the law of nature that what is left unused by one owner will be taken and abused by another. Now, Agori, I leave you with a choice."

The Agori looked upon the form of what was once a Makuta. Now, six jet black wings held aloft an onyx form, magma and hellfire spewing from its torso and forming a volcanic robe around hoofed legs. Black horns adorned an eyeless maw. Runes of pale red light moved beneath Sur'kosh's new skin as he raised an arm towards the Agori, talons pointing forward at Vos.

"Surrender, Agori, and labor under a conquerer until you draw your final breath in mortal weakness, or fight and die a horrible, painful death."

The Elder One, leaning heavily on his cane, walked forwards. He stared silently at the hellish form of Sur'kosh, before extending a certain finger at the Makuta. Sur'kosh laughed at the insult.

"Know I see why Alphinaud thought he could rule you with peace. He may have been a fool, but the lot of you are ignoramuses! Regardless, you have sealed your fate." The Makuta raised his arms to the sky as tendrils of darkness ripped themselves from beneath the ground. Gripping the tower, they pulled apart the ivory offence to a world of black. The Agori plummeted from the sky, all eyes turned downwards as Sur'kosh howled in laughter as shadows erupted from the ground and spiraled around in the storm above. The ground rushed up to meet them.
~~~
Vos couldn't feel anything. Was he dead? No, if he was, he wouldn't be able to think about if he was dead. Or was death just constant thought about how you were dead, until you went insane?

He realized his eyes were clenched shut. Slowly, he willed them open, and realized that he was about a foot above the ground. Was his brain slowing his perception of time right before he died? He turned his head, seeing all his companions to his left and right, they too as confused as he was. Slowly, he looked towards the center.

Hands outstretched, the Elder One held his focus as his magic saved the Agori from certain death. However, he was not so fortunate; the fall had completely destroyed his legs and hips, and he sat in a pool of blood as the magical strain caused vessels in his skull to burst, causing blood to drip from the corners of his eyes and run over his nose. Finally, the strain was too great, and his arms fell, and with them the Agori dropped the final foot.

Vos stumbled up to his feet and ran to the Elder One's side. The Elder One sat motionless in his own blood before his eyes suddenly opened. He turned to look up at Vos and spoke, voice full of grave determination. "Vos, go get Ramza."

Vos shook his head. "Ramza's dead, Elder One, he can't help us now."

A nearby Qiav understood, however, and dragged a dazed Jecht to the Elder One's side. The dying Agori leader looked up at Jecht.

"Take this, Ramza." He offered his crystal sword to Jecht, who simply stared back in confusion.

"Ramza? Who's Ra-"

"Enough of that nonsense. You may have committed genocide, but pretending to be a different man will only soil yourself further. Take this and cleanse yourself of your sins." The Elder One thrust his blade into the hands of the Elysian. Jecht rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

"So much for turning over a new leaf and all that hoopla. Once again, back to the name I've come to loathe."

Ramza stood, the tails of his bandana blowing wildly in the storm. "Of course, to call myself Jecht is not to lie. Alphinaud thinks that all Elysians died with the fall of Elysium, but in truth there are still plenty living on the mainland. This poor soul just happened to be washed out to sea in a tsunami and was floating in the general direction of this island when Anun brought me back. Really though, they say no two of a species look exactly alike but dang, I look just like I did in my twenties."

Ramza laughed before sobering up again. He slowly turned his gaze up to the vortex of shadow and hellfire in the sky. "Not sure what you want me to do here though. I may have all the litheness and strength of my youth, but I'm not gonna be able to jump a mile into the sky and strike down a Makuta infused with the power of a demon once sealed away by the champions of the gods."

A familiar raspy voice choughed behind them. All eyes turned to a surprisingly familiar white form. The Comer leader made a mock bow. "I think I can lend a hand, if you will allow me."
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| March 4, 2017, 7:55 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
Vos stood from where he had knelt beside the Elder One's side, eyes blazing with an intensity not seen before. He took a step forwards, flames raging across his body.

Vos: "By all means..." he said in a voice that belied his anger and his current appearance. "let's teach this Makuta a lesson in manners, shall we?"

The Comer Leader smiled a skeleton's grin.

CL: "But of course. And then we can negotiate compensation after, yes?"

Vos looked at the dying form of The Elder One. The latter weakly nodded.

Vos: "Very well then... IF we survive and come out victorious."

The Comer Leader's smile grew broader.

CL: "Oh, so little faith. I can see a beautiful alliance growing out of this."

Vos' eyes narrowed with intense dislike.

*Fotoh shakes his head in disbelief, at the transformation of the Makuta, the crippling of the Elder One, their surviving a great fall from the tower and now this sudden appearance of the Comer leader. He gets up and walks towards the looming cadaver.*

Fotoh: "You have returned? Why? But, more importantly, did you bring your minions?"
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| March 7, 2017, 5:30 am
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Quoting Blizzard -
CL: "I stand before you, do I not? Clearly I am returned. As for why... The Fearbringer is my eternal enemy, one I have sworn to destroy."

Vos: "The Fearbringer is dead, fool."

The Comer Leader looked Vos in the eyes.

CL: "The Fearbringer is a being which neither you nor I can even begin to comprehend. That body you saw it inhabit was not the Fearbringer. It is that beast's powers that is the Fearbringer. It is passed from one all powerful body to the next, corrupting the corpse and kicking out its original owner and then taking over, becoming a physical entity. When Alphinaud absorbed the beast's energies, he absorbed the Fearbringer, giving it an even more powerful body. I have come here with my armies to either convince Alphinaud to release the Fearbringer so it may be destroyed, or to be destroyed along with it."


"I am not..the enemy."

All turn to the source of the voice, behind the Comer leader. There, a battered being takes a careful step forward. A tattered and bloodied cloak billows around a bare torso, the scars of thousands of stabs and slashes visible, tears in the skin where chains had torn through flesh. A cloud of grey hair had fallen over one of the being's eyes, while the other was a slit of teal rage, devoid of a pupil.

"Ishmael...if you had taken longer than three seconds to assess this situation, you would know that I am not the one who absorbed the Fearbringer. More importantly, you would know that I never did. I bound it to a crystal until Sur'kosh decided to undo that little binding. Now excuse me, I want a moment with my brother in his dying hour."

He stumbles forward. The crowd of Agori part before him, and Alphinaud kneels near where Vos stands, coaxing the Elder One to consciousness.

"By Armok, Cid, you never told me you were the leader of these people. I would've been less aggressive in my reappearance had I known."

The Elder One let's out a weak laugh. "Well Fin, you never gave me a mailing address to write to you about such matters."

Alphinaud is less amused. "This is my fault, Cid. I was blind, oh so blind. I implore you to forgive me, brother."

The muscles in the Elder One's face relax as the life finally leaves his body. "Fix this, and you are forgiven. By all you have harmed."

The Elysian spends a moment, staring at his brother's corpse. Slowly, he rises, not facing Ishmael.

"Tell me, Alphinaud," the Comer leader starts, "if you were so determined to win over these Agori by peaceful means, then why did you awaken this source of ultimate evil?"

The Elysian turns slowly, the rate burning in his one eye brighter than ever. "Fehbregr is, if anything, a masterful puppeteer. You think you have made an ally from a former nemesis, when in reality he manipulates you the whole time. And by the time your mind realizes this, he controls your body. Trusting Fehbregr was my biggest mistake next to coming here in the first place. Now, Ishmael," Alphinaud turns fully, chin tilted upwards as the slit of teal assesses the skeletal figure. "Why did you send your minions, the 'Comers' to attack, maul, and consume these Agori, if your professed enemy was the Fearbringer this whole time, buried beneath the very volcano you chose as your base?"

The comer leader opens his mouth, but it hangs silently. All eyes turn to him as Alphinaud takes a step forward. "Let me tell you why. You Makuta are all the same. All of you are drawn to the power of the Fearbringer for the very reasons you described. You wish to join with him, the ancestor to all Makuta, and bring him back into the world with your body as the sacrificial vessel. An animal desire programmed into you, a call by your maker to revive him, no matter the cost. You are not here to destroy the Fearbringer. You are here to rip it from Sur'kosh and become it yourself, for your own greed is perhaps the only thing larger than your ego. You come here, minionless and powerless, and expect the very Agori you terrorized to volunteer as cannon fodder. At least Sur'kosh had the decency to not disguise his intentions. But you, Ishmael? Of all the Makuta I have met, and I have met all of you, you disgust me the most. Even Anun has told me that he wishes you to die horribly. You sold out your kind, and now want to betray even more after you failed to kill them from behind a faceless mob of beasts."

Alphinaud turned from the Makuta and to the Agori. His expression was morose.

"Too much time has been spent doing nothing. Brand me a villain all you desire, I have lost reason to care about such trivial matters. I do not expect to survive the night. I fought my way from heaven to return to this world because I thought I left something unfinished, and instead committed acts that have blackened my soul and condemned me to purgatory for all eternity, but I shall accept eternal torture knowing that tonight, I will have done my forsaken best to stop Sur'kosh!"

Alphinaud raises his weapon and steps away from the group, looking upwards at the hellish form of Sur'kosh.

"NOW SUR'KOSH, ARE YOU TRULY POWERFUL? OR DO YOU JUST FLY UP THERE TO AVOID DEFEAT? DESCEND AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!"

The demonic presence silently addresses the Elysian, before crushing him beneath a spire of hellfire and brimstone. All spectators gawk at the weapon, materialized from the shadows, before a groaning fills the air. At ground zero, Alphinaud struggles to lift the spire, casting a cocky smile at Ishmael once he stands straight.

"Remember Ishmael, unlike you Makuta, I had incredible power of my own before I took to stealing it from others."

With a mighty roar, the mountain is thrown at Sur'kosh. The violent resistance catches the Makuta off guard, and the projectile slams into Sur'kosh. The shadowy specters brought forth from the heart of the world descend to the ground, ready to fight mindlessly beneath the new heir to the Fearbringer. Alphinaud holds his silver blade aloft, lightning cracking down its length.

"THIS IS IT, FELLOW AGORI! THERE IS NO LONGER A CHOICE WHETHER TO FIGHT OR NOT, BUT WHETHER TO DIE NOW OR AFTER SENDING SOME OF THESE MONSTROSITIES BACK TO THE DEPTHS FROM WHENCE THEY CAME!"
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| March 8, 2017, 10:52 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
Vos watches all of this with a mixture of confusion and awe. Then he shakes his head and sighs. He looks at the other Agori.

Vos: "Does anyone else feel hopelessly small and confused?"

Silence greeted the librarian. Another sigh.

Vos: "Thought so."

The Scrollkeeper turns to the body of the Elder One and bows his head in respect and grief. His oldest friend and the closest thing to a father he had ever known was now dead.

His thoughts wandered back to his library, a mere shambles now thanks to Master Helgran. His eyes welled up with tears for a moment as he realized he had nothing more to live for. His purpose in life was gone now, torn apart by war and death and h@te.

He took a deep breath and felt the anger and the sheer antipathy for his situation rise from his very heart, and he turned to look at Alphinaud.

Vos: "You DISGUST me. You, and all of your almighty kind."

He turned to Sur'Kosh as well.

Vos: "You both disgust me. Neither of you actually cares about us, do you? I expect nothing more from an Elysian and a Makuta. You simply don't give a Ashnarka cat's rear end about what happens to us pitiful little Agori. You both just want to kill the other through any means necessary. Thousands of innocent people are DEAD because of your selfishness. THOUSANDS. Doesn't that mean ANYTHING TO YOU?!"

Vos looked at the three all powerful entities with eyes brighter and colder and sharper than any that had looked upon them before. He looked them each in their eyes, one by one, carefully analyzing each of them. Then he barked with cold, broken humor.

Vos: "Of course you don't. No one with power ever seems to care anymore... you wage your wars, burn our land, kill our people, shatter our spirits, break our morale and ravage our cities in your insane little quests. Well, no more."

Flames burst in a circle around the scrollkeeper as he raws his katana. Ancient hieroglyphics blaze across its blade. The flames around Vos grow closer, engulfing the unfazed Agori until all that remains visible is his glowing green eyes and the hieroglyphics of his katana. The flames grow larger and larger, until they stand eight feet high.

Vos: "I swore long ago that I would never do this and suffer the same fate as the rest of my lineage, but it appears that I have no choice left to me. So, allow me to indulge you all in a little bit of information. You see, many eons ago when this world was still new three powerful beings rose to power. There was Vak'Cho, fiery and arrogant, yet powerful and wift. There was Na'laka, Wise and calm, though fearsome in battle. There was also Krahkan, a shadowy and mysterious one, absorbed with the knowledge of all things.

"They had the power to shatter mountains, boil seas, rip up vast tracts of land with almighty winds and reduce their ordinary opponents to ashes. With such power, they believed themselves unstoppable. Unbeatable. All powerful and wise beyond comprehension.

"But, there was one who swore to bring them to their knees and to stop the violence, for they squabbled often, and those squabbles resulted in the destruction of villages and people. Her name was Volas, my ancestor. She decided that the world could not survive with these three beings running rampant through it, so she concocted a plan. She would forge a blade stronger than steel, lighter than a feather and sharper than any blade seen before.

"So, she set out to do so. For many days she trekked through the devastated countries, the shattered cities, the broken shambles that were the remains of great and powerful kingdoms. Finally, she found them. The three beings who had caused such grief and terror to the Agori over so many years.

"She stalked the three, making observations about their habits, their powers and their weaknesses and strengths. Then she noticed something. You see, Vak'Cho could control flames, and so hurt the other two who controlled water and shadow far greater than they could hurt him.

"If you have any brains you can guess what she did next. In the dead of night, she cut a small wound into the side of the monolithic Vak'Cho and drew some of his fiery blood, stealing it for her own uses. Then, in her wisdom, she also stole some of Na'laka and Krahkan's blood so she could harm Vak'Cho. She infused her blade, the katana I now wield, with their blood and set out to slay them.

"Needless to say, she succeeded. For generations, my family has passed this sword down, passing on its purpose and its duty to each new member. My mother was the last and she died slaying a mighty dragon, as do they all who are cursed with its power. They are engulfed with its flames and their lives are drastically shortened. And so, it was passed on to me."

Vos regarded his silent audience with a raised, fiery eyebrow.The flames which engulfed Vos began to die away, revealing a large, tall figure clad in ancient black and red armor. Large spikes rose from their armor, their bright green eyes burned like the heart of a volcano, and their sword blazed with the hieroglyphics once more.

Vos: "Allow me also to declare myself. I am Vos'Nekal, three hundredth Protector of the innocent, slayer of Makuta Maliketh, the destructive hammer, victor of a dozen duels, and lieutenant of the Elder One. I think I speak for everyone here when I say that I want you three to leave. Now. And since Alphinaud here claims to have good intent, I will offer you all some friendly advice: Do not start a fight with me. I have lost everything I care for. All I have now is my fury and my contempt for you three and a desire to slay all of you. I can live with that desire, and if you so choose to leave now and swear upon this blade that you shall forever cease in your conflict I shall not hunt you, nor shall you perish in the fire of my sword. You shall all be given a chance to live out your lives in peace.

"But start this battle with me, and I assure you, you will all lose. Those are your only options, and this is the only time that I shall offer you life. My first priority is those you see as beneath you, not myself, nor you. Choose quickly, for Vak'Cho, Na'laka and Krahkan had a thousand times your combined powers on their own. My ancestor slayed them within a single night. Call us hypocritical, but we have a very strict selection process."

Sur'kosh tilts his head back and unleashes an animal howl, his fractured mind beyond reasoning.

"Vak'Cho...Na'laka...Krakhan...children. Grandchildren....of Fear. They are ants compared to me now."

Another animal bellow as the molten carapace of Sur'kosh cracks open, tendrils of lava billowing outwards to build new limbs. As Ishmael had predicted, the power of the Fearbringer was too much for even a Makuta. The Makuta's voice fills the air as the sound warps.

"YOU do not SCare ME, AGORI. Show mE THE POWER YOU CLAIM TO BE A THREAT."

A new being stands before the Agori. No longer a Makuta, but a Titan nearly as tall as as the spire on which Alphinaud had waited. Four legs as thick as towers pressed into the earth, talons of red scraping valleys into the ground. Teeth ran across the being's abdomen, clamped tight while a tail stretched around to envelop the crowd with a hundred yards in all directions to spare. Ornamental wings of black, red, and white scales flapped lazily from armored shoulders. Above the maw, an orb of red burned brightly where the being's heart would be, casting a crimson glare onto the storm covered land. A leonine head, crowned with a mane of red scales, looked down at Vos.

"BEHOLD THE HERALD OF THE APOCALYPSE. I AM NEMESIS, THE FEARBRINGER, FATHER OF ULTIMA AND KAISER. YOU WERE ALL DEAD LONG BEFORE YOU SET FOOT ON THIS UNHOLY LAND."

The beast lets loose a roar so loud it levels much of the ruins that still stand. It laughs as the mouth on its torso opens, sucking in air as energy begins to build within.

Alphinaud gives Vos a worried look.

"Look, Vos, I get why you hate me. I hate me too. But berating the logical fallacies of your enemies doesn't get you far when you start dealing with immortals. Trust me, I started out the same way, and continued on that path until Sur'kosh ran a building through my gut.

"I knew Volas, actually. She was...stubborn, to put it lightly, but her heart was in the right place." The Elysian looks down at a scarred, ancient hand, unsure of where his own rambling is going.

"I just want you to know, Vos, that I do know what it feels like to be an ant. I have felt that way since I discovered that the gods do in fact exist, and that they don't care at all about those of us here. Not you or I, any Agori or Makuta, even the Fearbringer they see as below them. I started my 'campaign' to try and get rid of those who acted high and mighty, but I guess I haven't done much of a job at all if you have come to see me as arrogant myself."

Vos gives Alphinaud a wayward glance, his face still twisted in an angered scowl. "Where are you going with this, Alphinaud?"

The Elysian laughs, voice filled with sadness. "Oh, I don't know, just wanted to confess my sins before we all died." He looks up at the gathering energy around Nemesis. "Have you ever wondered how Zanarkand was destroyed the first time? Well, wonder no more, you're about to see firsthand."

Vos looks at Nemesis. Flames ensheath the Agori.

"It won't work Vos. I only 'beat' the Fearbringer with a cheap shot while it was still drowsy. The five sages only sealed the Fearbringer AFTER it had destroyed Zanarkand, when it had exerted itself, but even then the strain cost them their lives."

The Agori shook his head as flames grew brighter. Slowly, he raised his katana, determined to charge and try even if death was inevitable with either choice.
~~~
Ramza watched morosely from the sidelines. The events had awoken something deep within buried memories. Something Anun had told him, a warning?

'Don't get hit by Ultima.'

No, that wasn't it. He pounded his skull, trying to remember. He looked down at the Elder One's blade. The crystal looked back up at him, clear and colorless.

After Anun had brought him back from beneath, Ramza had been unable to access the Crimson mist that had once empowered him. That power was a fluke, a botched assault from a Makuta that had made him greater but came with a terrible price. Ramza sighed. Perhaps if he still had the mist, then he could block Ultima. It would kill him undoubtedly, but there would still be a chance for the others to survive, and an even smaller chance that they could win.

Qiav stood by Ramza, equally morose. Ramza could not bring himself to ask Qiav to try to use his mist to save them. The mist of a shade had been much weaker than Ramza's mist. No, there was something Anun had said...

'A gift. Use it wisely.'

Ramza stared at the blade. He closed his eyes and reached deep into his mind. He could feel something there, as though someone had dropped a sack of lead weights and simply forgot to retrieve it. He nudged it.

A weak purple light filled the crystal. Ramza's eyes widened.

Unlike many believed, the color of one's mist had nothing to do with one's moral affiliation. It was an indicator of dormant elemental power, an evolutionary relic from a species that ruled the world long before the Elysians came to be. Qiav's light blue was ice, and Alphinaud's was wind. Ramza's own had been blood. But purple?

The lapse in concentration caused the crystal to dull again. Ramza looked at Qiav, who stared at the knight in both fear and awe. The knight's eyes then turned to the flaming Vos and morose Alphinaud. Ramza knew what he had to do.
~~~
Vos lifted his katana, pointing it at Nemesis. He tensed his legs and began to run, when he felt his blade suddenly leave his hands. The flames, no longer fueled, disappeared instantly, and his armor crumbled as Vos returned to normal height. He turned to gawk as Ramza walked towards Alphinaud.

"WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA, RAMZA!?"

The knight didn't turn around as he snatched Alphinaud's blade. "Weapons are excellent conduits for mist. The higher the craftsmanship, the better the flow."

He turned, three blades held in two hands, and stood before Nemesis. The power growing in the god's maw had grown blinding. He didn't have much time left.

Ramza held the three blades outwards, each tip pointed 120 degrees from the other. His face contorted into focus as he released his grip, leaving the blades to float under his new power. He held his arms out at his sides, tilted his head back, and began to chant.

Slowly, the blades began to spin. Bits of dust and debris began to lift from the ground at a point a couple feet in front of Ramza. The knight chanted faster and faster, and blades spun similarly as large objects moved towards the vacuum. They began to crush each other, boulders mashing together into a tiny, black dot. At the instant that Nemesis cast forth Ultima, Ramza cast forth this gravitational sphere, an object so dense it tore a hole in space.

A brilliant white flash blotted out everything.
~~~
Vos blinked slowly as the blindness of the flash wore off. Ramza still stood, body burnt from magic, blades embedded in the ground around him. In front of him, bits and pieces of Nemesis's armor dotted the landscape, the owner killed by implosion. In the remains of the being, a white specter floated. The light slowly dulled as Sur'kosh reformed and collapsed to the ground. The Makuta looked around, stunned.

"...impossible. No, IMPOSSIBLE!"

He grasped at empty air. The might of the Fearbringer had finally been dissipated, spread around the globe in such a thin concentration that no being, man or god, could gather it together again. Sur'kosh let out a scream of frustration.

"YOU PAINFUL HINDERANCE! YOU NUIANCE! THORN IN MY SIDE! FORGET ALPHINAUD, IT IS YOU, RAMZA, WHO IS MY TRUE ENEMY. I SHALL END YOU!"

Shadows reappear across the land as Sur'kosh resummons his minions. Vesh and Kuzi, still alive, crawl out from beneath a scrap of armor to gaze at their master. They were disillusioned with his promise of reviving the Fearbringer and ruling the world, but they were still under Sur'kosh's control, and they marched on forwards. The Makuta pointed a finger at the Agori as his forces surrounded them.

"You will all perish today. The reign of shadows will be absolute. I will have no more distractions." He screams as he rushes forwards, and his army follows his lead and surges forwards, enveloping the Agori. There is no escape.

Ramza turns his head to look at Vos and Alphinaud. He gave a weak smile as blood trickled from the corner of his eyes, dripping around the corner of his mouth. Slowly, he lifted their swords from the ground and tossed them to their owners. Vos lifted his blade.

"A word of advice, Vos." The Agori looked at Alphinaud. "Something that had cost Volas and your ancestors their lives. Do not try to control the direction your blade flows. Let it cut as it pleases. Then perhaps it will not burn you."
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| March 10, 2017, 7:51 pm
Quoting Dark Aeon
Sur'kosh tilts his head back and unleashes an animal howl, his fractured mind beyond reasoning.

"Vak'Cho...Na'laka...Krakhan...children. Grandchildren....of Fear. They are ants compared to me now."

Another animal bellow as the molten carapace of Sur'kosh cracks open, tendrils of lava billowing outwards to build new limbs. As Ishmael had predicted, the power of the Fearbringer was too much for even a Makuta. The Makuta's voice fills the air as the sound warps.

"YOU do not SCare ME, AGORI. Show mE THE POWER YOU CLAIM TO BE A THREAT."

A new being stands before the Agori. No longer a Makuta, but a Titan nearly as tall as as the spire on which Alphinaud had waited. Four legs as thick as towers pressed into the earth, talons of red scraping valleys into the ground. Teeth ran across the being's abdomen, clamped tight while a tail stretched around to envelop the crowd with a hundred yards in all directions to spare. Ornamental wings of black, red, and white scales flapped lazily from armored shoulders. Above the maw, an orb of red burned brightly where the being's heart would be, casting a crimson glare onto the storm covered land. A leonine head, crowned with a mane of red scales, looked down at Vos.

"BEHOLD THE HERALD OF THE APOCALYPSE. I AM NEMESIS, THE FEARBRINGER, FATHER OF ULTIMA AND KAISER. YOU WERE ALL DEAD LONG BEFORE YOU SET FOOT ON THIS UNHOLY LAND."

The beast lets loose a roar so loud it levels much of the ruins that still stand. It laughs as the mouth on its torso opens, sucking in air as energy begins to build within.

Alphinaud gives Vos a worried look.

"Look, Vos, I get why you hate me. I hate me too. But berating the logical fallacies of your enemies doesn't get you far when you start dealing with immortals. Trust me, I started out the same way, and continued on that path until Sur'kosh ran a building through my gut.

"I knew Volas, actually. She was...stubborn, to put it lightly, but her heart was in the right place." The Elysian looks down at a scarred, ancient hand, unsure of where his own rambling is going.

"I just want you to know, Vos, that I do know what it feels like to be an ant. I have felt that way since I discovered that the gods do in fact exist, and that they don't care at all about those of us here. Not you or I, any Agori or Makuta, even the Fearbringer they see as below them. I started my 'campaign' to try and get rid of those who acted high and mighty, but I guess I haven't done much of a job at all if you have come to see me as arrogant myself."

Vos gives Alphinaud a wayward glance, his face still twisted in an angered scowl. "Where are you going with this, Alphinaud?"

The Elysian laughs, voice filled with sadness. "Oh, I don't know, just wanted to confess my sins before we all died." He looks up at the gathering energy around Nemesis. "Have you ever wondered how Zanarkand was destroyed the first time? Well, wonder no more, you're about to see firsthand."

Vos looks at Nemesis. Flames ensheath the Agori.

"It won't work Vos. I only 'beat' the Fearbringer with a cheap shot while it was still drowsy. The five sages only sealed the Fearbringer AFTER it had destroyed Zanarkand, when it had exerted itself, but even then the strain cost them their lives."

The Agori shook his head as flames grew brighter. Slowly, he raised his katana, determined to charge and try even if death was inevitable with either choice.
~~~
Ramza watched morosely from the sidelines. The events had awoken something deep within buried memories. Something Anun had told him, a warning?

'Don't get hit by Ultima.'

No, that wasn't it. He pounded his skull, trying to remember. He looked down at the Elder One's blade. The crystal looked back up at him, clear and colorless.

After Anun had brought him back from beneath, Ramza had been unable to access the Crimson mist that had once empowered him. That power was a fluke, a botched assault from a Makuta that had made him greater but came with a terrible price. Ramza sighed. Perhaps if he still had the mist, then he could block Ultima. It would kill him undoubtedly, but there would still be a chance for the others to survive, and an even smaller chance that they could win.

Qiav stood by Ramza, equally morose. Ramza could not bring himself to ask Qiav to try to use his mist to save them. The mist of a shade had been much weaker than Ramza's mist. No, there was something Anun had said...

'A gift. Use it wisely.'

Ramza stared at the blade. He closed his eyes and reached deep into his mind. He could feel something there, as though someone had dropped a sack of lead weights and simply forgot to retrieve it. He nudged it.

A weak purple light filled the crystal. Ramza's eyes widened.

Unlike many believed, the color of one's mist had nothing to do with one's moral affiliation. It was an indicator of dormant elemental power, an evolutionary relic from a species that ruled the world long before the Elysians came to be. Qiav's light blue was ice, and Alphinaud's was wind. Ramza's own had been blood. But purple?

The lapse in concentration caused the crystal to dull again. Ramza looked at Qiav, who stared at the knight in both fear and awe. The knight's eyes then turned to the flaming Vos and morose Alphinaud. Ramza knew what he had to do.
~~~
Vos lifted his katana, pointing it at Nemesis. He tensed his legs and began to run, when he felt his blade suddenly leave his hands. The flames, no longer fueled, disappeared instantly, and his armor crumbled as Vos returned to normal height. He turned to gawk as Ramza walked towards Alphinaud.

"WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA, RAMZA!?"

The knight didn't turn around as he snatched Alphinaud's blade. "Weapons are excellent conduits for mist. The higher the craftsmanship, the better the flow."

He turned, three blades held in two hands, and stood before Nemesis. The power growing in the god's maw had grown blinding. He didn't have much time left.

Ramza held the three blades outwards, each tip pointed 120 degrees from the other. His face contorted into focus as he released his grip, leaving the blades to float under his new power. He held his arms out at his sides, tilted his head back, and began to chant.

Slowly, the blades began to spin. Bits of dust and debris began to lift from the ground at a point a couple feet in front of Ramza. The knight chanted faster and faster, and blades spun similarly as large objects moved towards the vacuum. They began to crush each other, boulders mashing together into a tiny, black dot. At the instant that Nemesis cast forth Ultima, Ramza cast forth this gravitational sphere, an object so dense it tore a hole in space.

A brilliant white flash blotted out everything.
~~~
Vos blinked slowly as the blindness of the flash wore off. Ramza still stood, body burnt from magic, blades embedded in the ground around him. In front of him, bits and pieces of Nemesis's armor dotted the landscape, the owner killed by implosion. In the remains of the being, a white specter floated. The light slowly dulled as Sur'kosh reformed and collapsed to the ground. The Makuta looked around, stunned.

"...impossible. No, IMPOSSIBLE!"

He grasped at empty air. The might of the Fearbringer had finally been dissipated, spread around the globe in such a thin concentration that no being, man or god, could gather it together again. Sur'kosh let out a scream of frustration.

"YOU PAINFUL HINDERANCE! YOU NUIANCE! THORN IN MY SIDE! FORGET ALPHINAUD, IT IS YOU, RAMZA, WHO IS MY TRUE ENEMY. I SHALL END YOU!"

Shadows reappear across the land as Sur'kosh resummons his minions. Vesh and Kuzi, still alive, crawl out from beneath a scrap of armor to gaze at their master. They were disillusioned with his promise of reviving the Fearbringer and ruling the world, but they were still under Sur'kosh's control, and they marched on forwards. The Makuta pointed a finger at the Agori as his forces surrounded them.

"You will all perish today. The reign of shadows will be absolute. I will have no more distractions." He screams as he rushes forwards, and his army follows his lead and surges forwards, enveloping the Agori. There is no escape.

Ramza turns his head to look at Vos and Alphinaud. He gave a weak smile as blood trickled from the corner of his eyes, dripping around the corner of his mouth. Slowly, he lifted their swords from the ground and tossed them to their owners. Vos lifted his blade.

"A word of advice, Vos." The Agori looked at Alphinaud. "Something that had cost Volas and your ancestors their lives. Do not try to control the direction your blade flows. Let it cut as it pleases. Then perhaps it will not burn you."


[question, what are "Sur'kosh's forces"?]

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| March 10, 2017, 8:08 pm
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Quoting Solias Toa of Earth
Quoting Dark Aeon
Sur'kosh tilts his head back and unleashes an animal howl, his fractured mind beyond reasoning.

"Vak'Cho...Na'laka...Krakhan...children. Grandchildren....of Fear. They are ants compared to me now."

Another animal bellow as the molten carapace of Sur'kosh cracks open, tendrils of lava billowing outwards to build new limbs. As Ishmael had predicted, the power of the Fearbringer was too much for even a Makuta. The Makuta's voice fills the air as the sound warps.

"YOU do not SCare ME, AGORI. Show mE THE POWER YOU CLAIM TO BE A THREAT."

A new being stands before the Agori. No longer a Makuta, but a Titan nearly as tall as as the spire on which Alphinaud had waited. Four legs as thick as towers pressed into the earth, talons of red scraping valleys into the ground. Teeth ran across the being's abdomen, clamped tight while a tail stretched around to envelop the crowd with a hundred yards in all directions to spare. Ornamental wings of black, red, and white scales flapped lazily from armored shoulders. Above the maw, an orb of red burned brightly where the being's heart would be, casting a crimson glare onto the storm covered land. A leonine head, crowned with a mane of red scales, looked down at Vos.

"BEHOLD THE HERALD OF THE APOCALYPSE. I AM NEMESIS, THE FEARBRINGER, FATHER OF ULTIMA AND KAISER. YOU WERE ALL DEAD LONG BEFORE YOU SET FOOT ON THIS UNHOLY LAND."

The beast lets loose a roar so loud it levels much of the ruins that still stand. It laughs as the mouth on its torso opens, sucking in air as energy begins to build within.

Alphinaud gives Vos a worried look.

"Look, Vos, I get why you hate me. I hate me too. But berating the logical fallacies of your enemies doesn't get you far when you start dealing with immortals. Trust me, I started out the same way, and continued on that path until Sur'kosh ran a building through my gut.

"I knew Volas, actually. She was...stubborn, to put it lightly, but her heart was in the right place." The Elysian looks down at a scarred, ancient hand, unsure of where his own rambling is going.

"I just want you to know, Vos, that I do know what it feels like to be an ant. I have felt that way since I discovered that the gods do in fact exist, and that they don't care at all about those of us here. Not you or I, any Agori or Makuta, even the Fearbringer they see as below them. I started my 'campaign' to try and get rid of those who acted high and mighty, but I guess I haven't done much of a job at all if you have come to see me as arrogant myself."

Vos gives Alphinaud a wayward glance, his face still twisted in an angered scowl. "Where are you going with this, Alphinaud?"

The Elysian laughs, voice filled with sadness. "Oh, I don't know, just wanted to confess my sins before we all died." He looks up at the gathering energy around Nemesis. "Have you ever wondered how Zanarkand was destroyed the first time? Well, wonder no more, you're about to see firsthand."

Vos looks at Nemesis. Flames ensheath the Agori.

"It won't work Vos. I only 'beat' the Fearbringer with a cheap shot while it was still drowsy. The five sages only sealed the Fearbringer AFTER it had destroyed Zanarkand, when it had exerted itself, but even then the strain cost them their lives."

The Agori shook his head as flames grew brighter. Slowly, he raised his katana, determined to charge and try even if death was inevitable with either choice.
~~~
Ramza watched morosely from the sidelines. The events had awoken something deep within buried memories. Something Anun had told him, a warning?

'Don't get hit by Ultima.'

No, that wasn't it. He pounded his skull, trying to remember. He looked down at the Elder One's blade. The crystal looked back up at him, clear and colorless.

After Anun had brought him back from beneath, Ramza had been unable to access the Crimson mist that had once empowered him. That power was a fluke, a botched assault from a Makuta that had made him greater but came with a terrible price. Ramza sighed. Perhaps if he still had the mist, then he could block Ultima. It would kill him undoubtedly, but there would still be a chance for the others to survive, and an even smaller chance that they could win.

Qiav stood by Ramza, equally morose. Ramza could not bring himself to ask Qiav to try to use his mist to save them. The mist of a shade had been much weaker than Ramza's mist. No, there was something Anun had said...

'A gift. Use it wisely.'

Ramza stared at the blade. He closed his eyes and reached deep into his mind. He could feel something there, as though someone had dropped a sack of lead weights and simply forgot to retrieve it. He nudged it.

A weak purple light filled the crystal. Ramza's eyes widened.

Unlike many believed, the color of one's mist had nothing to do with one's moral affiliation. It was an indicator of dormant elemental power, an evolutionary relic from a species that ruled the world long before the Elysians came to be. Qiav's light blue was ice, and Alphinaud's was wind. Ramza's own had been blood. But purple?

The lapse in concentration caused the crystal to dull again. Ramza looked at Qiav, who stared at the knight in both fear and awe. The knight's eyes then turned to the flaming Vos and morose Alphinaud. Ramza knew what he had to do.
~~~
Vos lifted his katana, pointing it at Nemesis. He tensed his legs and began to run, when he felt his blade suddenly leave his hands. The flames, no longer fueled, disappeared instantly, and his armor crumbled as Vos returned to normal height. He turned to gawk as Ramza walked towards Alphinaud.

"WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA, RAMZA!?"

The knight didn't turn around as he snatched Alphinaud's blade. "Weapons are excellent conduits for mist. The higher the craftsmanship, the better the flow."

He turned, three blades held in two hands, and stood before Nemesis. The power growing in the god's maw had grown blinding. He didn't have much time left.

Ramza held the three blades outwards, each tip pointed 120 degrees from the other. His face contorted into focus as he released his grip, leaving the blades to float under his new power. He held his arms out at his sides, tilted his head back, and began to chant.

Slowly, the blades began to spin. Bits of dust and debris began to lift from the ground at a point a couple feet in front of Ramza. The knight chanted faster and faster, and blades spun similarly as large objects moved towards the vacuum. They began to crush each other, boulders mashing together into a tiny, black dot. At the instant that Nemesis cast forth Ultima, Ramza cast forth this gravitational sphere, an object so dense it tore a hole in space.

A brilliant white flash blotted out everything.
~~~
Vos blinked slowly as the blindness of the flash wore off. Ramza still stood, body burnt from magic, blades embedded in the ground around him. In front of him, bits and pieces of Nemesis's armor dotted the landscape, the owner killed by implosion. In the remains of the being, a white specter floated. The light slowly dulled as Sur'kosh reformed and collapsed to the ground. The Makuta looked around, stunned.

"...impossible. No, IMPOSSIBLE!"

He grasped at empty air. The might of the Fearbringer had finally been dissipated, spread around the globe in such a thin concentration that no being, man or god, could gather it together again. Sur'kosh let out a scream of frustration.

"YOU PAINFUL HINDERANCE! YOU NUIANCE! THORN IN MY SIDE! FORGET ALPHINAUD, IT IS YOU, RAMZA, WHO IS MY TRUE ENEMY. I SHALL END YOU!"

Shadows reappear across the land as Sur'kosh resummons his minions. Vesh and Kuzi, still alive, crawl out from beneath a scrap of armor to gaze at their master. They were disillusioned with his promise of reviving the Fearbringer and ruling the world, but they were still under Sur'kosh's control, and they marched on forwards. The Makuta pointed a finger at the Agori as his forces surrounded them.

"You will all perish today. The reign of shadows will be absolute. I will have no more distractions." He screams as he rushes forwards, and his army follows his lead and surges forwards, enveloping the Agori. There is no escape.

Ramza turns his head to look at Vos and Alphinaud. He gave a weak smile as blood trickled from the corner of his eyes, dripping around the corner of his mouth. Slowly, he lifted their swords from the ground and tossed them to their owners. Vos lifted his blade.

"A word of advice, Vos." The Agori looked at Alphinaud. "Something that had cost Volas and your ancestors their lives. Do not try to control the direction your blade flows. Let it cut as it pleases. Then perhaps it will not burn you."


[question, what are "Sur'kosh's forces"?]

Shadowy demons from the underworld
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| March 10, 2017, 9:04 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
Vos nodded and the flames rose up and once more the tall being stood.

Vos: "I don't often say this sort of thing, but... today's a good day to die, eh?"

Krickarr readied his bow and took a defensive stance along with the other agori.

"We should target the majority of our might on the one person. They are much too powerful to take them on one to one." Lady Kahkan looked to Vos and Ramza. "It's especially difficult when you don't have godlike powers!" She said with a smirk. She took out two spears and held them out to her sides. She screamed as she broke out into a sprint, dragged her weapons behind her, which was followed by her considerable Kahkan force.
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| March 11, 2017, 2:35 pm
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The battle wore on. The Agori made much headway early on, but soon their fighters began to tire and their magics to fail, and all the while Sur'Kosh's forces only seemed to grow. In the center of the field stood Vs, Alphinaud, and Ramza, their blades cutting the enemy to ribbons, yet their energies were now only a flicker in the tide of black. Krikarr, Lady Kahkan, and her elite soldiers fought side by side, yet their ranks were broken and scattered. All could see the shadows growing, and knew that it was only a matter of time before darkness triumphed.
Suddenly, from over a ridge, came the call of a horn. It was an ancient, primordial sound, unheard since the fall of the Sandmen's God-Kings, and all Elysians on the field froze momentarily as the sound that had heralded the deaths of so many knights echoed over the hills.
There was a great flash of light! Brilliant, glorious, pure light! Cascading towards the field came a veritable ocean of gleaming power and energy, and riding the very crest of it came Daradun, the Last Shaman. Dressed in the Golden battle-garb of an emperor, he was leading legion upon legion of shimmering, golden forms, the remnants of the Sandmen Warborn, returned from the realm of death to fight one last glorious battle for the powers of light and life.
Down in the vale, Sur'Kosh stared as his force began to disintegrate before the immaterial onslaught, then roared in rage and called up more, darker, stronger minions. From a hilltop Daradun paused and stared at the Makuta before cracking a smile.
"Hey, 'Makuta'," he yelled. "With all that apocalypse and doomsday and death talk, I think you need to 'light'-en up a bit, eh?"
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OOC: Sorry if I gave Daradun a bit too much spotlight here, but he really hasn't done much as of late.
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| March 12, 2017, 5:24 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
(OOC: True enough.)

Vos threw his hands up in the air in mild frustration.

Vos: "Why must everyone feel the need to wait until the LAST. MINUTE to do anything? truly, it's quite annoying."

"Hey," replied Daradun. "You try making a bargain with the gods and then digging yourself out from twelve-hundred feet down."
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| March 12, 2017, 6:08 pm
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*Fotoh, who has remained silent and simply followed the lead of his omnipotent comrades, continues to add his contribution to the fray; as Apis rams Sur'Kosh's Shades to the floor, the Agori slides his spear into their chests, causing them to dispel into mist.*

Fotoh: "I am but an old, humbled Agori, but this does not mean I will not fight with the ferocity of a God! Fotoh fears not your deathly mist! Attack! Fight me, and I will destroy you! FOR BOTANA! FOR THE AGORI! FOR THE HONOUR OF THE HELGRAN WARRIORS!"

*One of the Shades grabs Fotoh and throws him off Apis. Another runs to the Gukk and rips the beast's head off, killing it.*

Fotoh: *horrified* "-Apis! My old friend..."

*The Shade stabs Fotoh in the chest with its long, sharp fingers. The wounded Agori is then tossed into the mud and left to die. Fita, who had also been fighting, sees the event from afar.*

Fita: "FATHER!!"
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| March 13, 2017, 5:44 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
*Fotoh, who has remained silent and simply followed the lead of his omnipotent comrades, continues to add his contribution to the fray; as Apis rams Sur'Kosh's Shades to the floor, the Agori slides his spear into their chests, causing them to dispel into mist.*

Fotoh: "I am but an old, humbled Agori, but this does not mean I will not fight with the ferocity of a God! Fotoh fears not your deathly mist! Attack! Fight me, and I will destroy you! FOR BOTANA! FOR THE AGORI! FOR THE HONOUR OF THE HELGRAN WARRIORS!"

*One of the Shades grabs Fotoh and throws him off Apis. Another runs to the Gukk and rips the beast's head off, killing it.*

Fotoh: *horrified* "-Apis! My old friend..."

*The Shade stabs Fotoh in the chest with its long, sharp fingers. The wounded Agori is then tossed into the mud and left to die. Fita, who had also been fighting, sees the event from afar.*

Fita: "FATHER!!"

Krickarr turned to see his comrade collapse to the floor. His eyes widened as he let out an animalistic growl. He swung around the shade he was facing and galloped towards Fotoh, drawing his bow and taking out a few shades as he passed. He bound towards Fotoh's dark attacker and collapsed atop him, dagger in hand. He screamed as he fought with the villain on the floor. Krickarr brought his dagger above the Shade on the ground. The Shade clenched onto the bowman's forearms, stopping Krickarr from bring the dagger down to his face. Krickarr screamed as he exerted a force he never knew he had. His opponent was crushing his forearms but he did not care. He brought the weapon down and into the Shade's eye. There was a moment of silence then an explosion of screaming and torment as the Shade squirmed on the ground as Krickarr sat on him, scowling and covered in blood and muck.

He took his shaking hand away and left his dagger in the Shade's skull. He deflated and turned, seeing Fotoh's stead, decapitated. Krickarr looked to the floor in disappointment. Perhaps the beast was at rest now. Krickarr hopped off of his defeated combatant and sprinted towards Fotoh. He stood as he saw the Helgran Warrior sprawled across the ground in a pathetic state. He looked to see where the Shade's weapon impaled the hero. He stared at it for just a moment and held his hands against it, trying to stop the gushing red streaming from the hole. He looked around and swore loudly. He saw a small blue Agori shoot through the hordes of evil. He looked down to the fading Fotoh.
"Fotoh..?"
Krickarr couldn't bring himself to say anymore words. He felt like he was back in that cave he lived in, unspeaking, unacting, invisible. He continued pushing on the deep wound as the blue Agori approached.


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| March 13, 2017, 7:44 pm
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Quoting Callum ~
Krickarr turned to see his comrade collapse to the floor. His eyes widened as he let out an animalistic growl. He swung around the shade he was facing and galloped towards Fotoh, drawing his bow and taking out a few shades as he passed. He bound towards Fotoh's dark attacker and collapsed atop him, dagger in hand. He screamed as he fought with the villain on the floor. Krickarr brought his dagger above the Shade on the ground. The Shade clenched onto the bowman's forearms, stopping Krickarr from bring the dagger down to his face. Krickarr screamed as he exerted a force he never knew he had. His opponent was crushing his forearms but he did not care. He brought the weapon down and into the Shade's eye. There was a moment of silence then an explosion of screaming and torment as the Shade squirmed on the ground as Krickarr sat on him, scowling and covered in blood and muck.

He took his shaking hand away and left his dagger in the Shade's skull. He deflated and turned, seeing Fotoh's stead, decapitated. Krickarr looked to the floor in disappointment. Perhaps the beast was at rest now. Krickarr hopped off of his defeated combatant and sprinted towards Fotoh. He stood as he saw the Helgran Warrior sprawled across the ground in a pathetic state. He looked to see where the Shade's weapon impaled the hero. He stared at it for just a moment and held his hands against it, trying to stop the gushing red streaming from the hole. He looked around and swore loudly. He saw a small blue Agori shoot through the hordes of evil. He looked down to the fading Fotoh.
"Fotoh..?"
Krickarr couldn't bring himself to say anymore words. He felt like he was back in that cave he lived in, unspeaking, unacting, invisible. He continued pushing on the deep wound as the blue Agori approached.


Fotoh: *smiling* "...Krickarr...! I am glad it is you beside me, friend. We lowly types have to stick together, don't we? You are a true hero, Krickarr, despite what you may think... I hope the world will one day see you for that...*cough* *cough*"

*Fita runs up to them, sliding into a kneel over her father.*

Fita: "Fotoh! Oh dear lord, he's bleeding! Hold on, I know how to seal a wound! I can save you!"

Fotoh: "Ah... I am too old for this... *cough cough*"

Fita: *setting to work on Fotoh, tears in her eyes* "No! I won't let you die, father! I didn't come all this way, spend all my years searching for you, only to end like this! I love you!"

Fotoh: "Father? Then... Whaea did have a child... ahhh, how beautiful she is too!"

Fita: "Yes, father- My name's Fita. You're going to make it through this!"

Fotoh: "No, dear... let this old warrior pass... it would make me so much happier..."

Fita: "What about me?!"

Fotoh: "Clearly I was never a very good father... you'll do fine without me, just as you always have."

*Fotoh chuckles, yet chokes on his own blood-stained saliva. Fita and Krickarr lean in closer, trying to protect him.*

Fita: *In tears* "No...!"

Fotoh: *weakly* "I'm going to meet Master Helgran, Whaea and Apis now... best of luck to you on your journeys... I love you both...

*Fotoh dies. Fita cradles his corpse, sobbing.*
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| March 13, 2017, 8:30 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: *smiling* "...Krickarr...! I am glad it is you beside me, friend. We lowly types have to stick together, don't we? You are a true hero, Krickarr, despite what you may think... I hope the world will one day see you for that...*cough* *cough*"

*Fita runs up to them, sliding into a kneel over her father.*

Fita: "Fotoh! Oh dear lord, he's bleeding! Hold on, I know how to seal a wound! I can save you!"

Fotoh: "Ah... I am too old for this... *cough cough*"

Fita: *setting to work on Fotoh, tears in her eyes* "No! I won't let you die, father! I didn't come all this way, spend all my years searching for you, only to end like this! I love you!"

Fotoh: "Father? Then... Whaea did have a child... ahhh, how beautiful she is too!"

Fita: "Yes, father- My name's Fita. You're going to make it through this!"

Fotoh: "No, dear... let this old warrior pass... it would make me so much happier..."

Fita: "What about me?!"

Fotoh: "Clearly I was never a very good father... you'll do fine without me, just as you always have."

*Fotoh chuckles, yet chokes on his own blood-stained saliva. Fita and Krickarr lean in closer, trying to protect him.*

Fita: *In tears* "No...!"

Fotoh: *weakly* "I'm going to meet Master Helgran, Whaea and Apis now... best of luck to you on your journeys... I love you both...

*Fotoh dies. Fita cradles his corpse, sobbing.*

(OOC: Here we see the price of power. While a former comrade and friend dies, the most powerful among the heroes do not care to spend even a moment, a moment which could have spared one of Botana's greatest, one who was truly worthy of his name and title.)
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| March 13, 2017, 11:22 pm
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Sur'kosh flies into the air. "Enough of this play. This ends now."

He points a talon at Daradun. "You, interloping Sandman, will be exterminated." The Makuta raises his hand to the sky as dark energy coalesces around it, an ornate, blood red lance forming in his hand. He spins the weapon around, its ethereal form flickering as it pulses in and out of existence, and vaults it at Daradun. Fear locks the sandman in place; the spear's magic freezes his muscles, leaving him an animal to be slaughtered. At the last moment, he feels a push come from his side, shattering the spell.

Daradun hits the ground with a thud. He hears a gasp behind him, and knows that his savior was not so fortunate. He turns his head.

Alphinaud stares down at the gaping wound in his chest. Slowly, the Elysian sinks to his knees as his lower body is bathed in his own blood. He gives a weak smile to Daradun.

"Let me...pay back...for killing...all of you..." He collapses face first in the pool of his own blood, limbs twitching as he raspily gasps for air to feed to shredded lungs.

Sur'kosh snarls at Daradun. He raises his hand again, only to be interrupted by a spinning crystal sword that shears through his wing. The Makuta lets out a cry as he falls, right into the waiting fist of Ramza. The Makuta is sent sprawling backwards by the knight's punch.

"You, muthafrickin'..." Anger consumes Ramza has he lunges forward, an animal cry of primal hate and rage ripping from his lungs as he grapples with Sur'kosh, landing blow after blow that dent the Makuta's armor. A strange mist leaks from Sur'kosh's shell as he leaps backwards, out of the range of Ramza. The Makuta leaps upwards as dark energies repair his injuries, and he once again soars into the air.

"This ends NOW!" Sur'kosh screams as a dark shockwave radiates outwards, flooring and flinging away all combatants.
~~~
Qiav slowly pulled himself from the muck into a sitting position. The shockwave had left his ears ringing. He looked around the battlefield, dazed. He watched as Fita and Krickarr fought over the body of Fotoh; as Vos cut through shades, his sword cutting him as it cut his enemies; as Daradun struggled under the strains of resummoning warriors passed. Slowly, Qiav began to stand, only to feel someone weakly grab at his ankle.

Qiav looked down at the dying form of Alphinaud. The Elysian held fast to the shade's ankle, eyes filled with both awe and horror.

"Qiav...by Anun, it's you. It's really you."

The Elysian reached out with his other arm, tugging on Qiav's cloak. "Please, listen to the final words of a dying man who has seen too much."

Qiav knelt. The ringing in his ears had stopped. The battlefield suddenly seemed quiet, while the words of Alphinaud seemed amplified tenfold.

"It is time you know the truth. The truth about you shades, and where you come from."
~~~
The sounds of battle outside filled the empty marble halls. Buried in his room, a young Elysian clutched a book in one hand and a sword in the other. He clamped his eyes shut, wishing for the carnage to stop.

There was a knock at the door. It opened, and his father rushed in, scooping up the Elysian into brawny arms.

"What are you doing here!?" The father scolded. "We must make haste."

He set his son down and the two strode out of the room. At the door waited his father's brother, swordsman extraordinare and high Knight. The Elysian had once revered this uncle, yet only know did he truly value his uncle.

The uncle scratched at a scratch on his cheek, a sign of an illness that would afflict him in millenia to come. He looked at the Elysian's father.

"Main route and primary evac are all blocked. Only way out is the sewers, if your willing get your feet wet."

His father nodded. "Anything to get us out alive, Ramza."

The three descended into the depths of the castle and waded into the muck pumped beneath the city. The young Elysian clung to his father's cloak, pressing his face into the brown wool to block out the smell of garbage and feces.

At the end, Ramza tore the grate from its mooring. The three stepped out of the muck and onto the mountainside, the sounds of combat far from their ears. No sooner did they think they were safe did a dark shadow blot out the moon and crash before them, the shock knocking them to the ground.

Sur'kosh laughed. "Did you expect me to let you leave the festivities so soon?" Ramza lunged forward, catching the Makuta off guard. A silver blade cut into shadowy armor, but Sur'kosh shrugged it off and tossed Ramza aside.

"So impatient. You ought to learn some manners, Ramza." The knight rebounded and lunged again. This time, Sur'kosh dug acidic talons into the knight's face and tossed him from the cliff. Ramza let out a yelp as he fell into the abyss. Sur'kosh then turned to father and son, clicking his tongue.

"You never learn, Alphinaud, you cannot win." Emperor rushed forward, but was knocked aside. Alphinaud turned, eyes frantic as he screamed to his son.

"Run!"

The young Elysian began to run, but Sur'kosh was too quick. The Makuta hoisted the child into the air, claws digging into his leg.

"Ah, what do we have here? A mere child?" The child swung his sword at Sur'kosh, but the Makuta just laughed as the blade harmlessly bounced off his armor.

"Ah, truly, you would've made a fine warrior one day. Such spirit!" The makuta's face twisted into thought. "Actually, perhaps...yes, I know what I will do with you." A dark mist surrounded the child, filling his lungs, suffocating him. Alphinaud rose and rushed forward, screaming frantically.

"QIAV!"

And then, blackness.
~~~
"Do you see now? Do you remember me, Qiav?"

The shade raised shaking hands to his temples. Memories of a life stolen from him and long buried rushed to the surface. Frantic, Qiav stood, trying to push himself away from the dying Alphinaud. Instead, he just fell back down in his father's blood.

"I have no more time left. Here," the Elysian pressed his sword into Qiav's hands, "avenge your father, avenge your lineage, avenge your people."

Alphinaud smiled one final time as his life finally exited his body. "And so...falls Caesar."
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| March 13, 2017, 11:43 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fotoh: *smiling* "...Krickarr...! I am glad it is you beside me, friend. We lowly types have to stick together, don't we? You are a true hero, Krickarr, despite what you may think... I hope the world will one day see you for that...*cough* *cough*"

*Fita runs up to them, sliding into a kneel over her father.*

Fita: "Fotoh! Oh dear lord, he's bleeding! Hold on, I know how to seal a wound! I can save you!"

Fotoh: "Ah... I am too old for this... *cough cough*"

Fita: *setting to work on Fotoh, tears in her eyes* "No! I won't let you die, father! I didn't come all this way, spend all my years searching for you, only to end like this! I love you!"

Fotoh: "Father? Then... Whaea did have a child... ahhh, how beautiful she is too!"

Fita: "Yes, father- My name's Fita. You're going to make it through this!"

Fotoh: "No, dear... let this old warrior pass... it would make me so much happier..."

Fita: "What about me?!"

Fotoh: "Clearly I was never a very good father... you'll do fine without me, just as you always have."

*Fotoh chuckles, yet chokes on his own blood-stained saliva. Fita and Krickarr lean in closer, trying to protect him.*

Fita: *In tears* "No...!"

Fotoh: *weakly* "I'm going to meet Master Helgran, Whaea and Apis now... best of luck to you on your journeys... I love you both...

*Fotoh dies. Fita cradles his corpse, sobbing.*

Krickarr lent back and put a hand to his head. He let the blood of his friend drip down his face. Krickarr's lungs inflated with worry as his face contorted. His bugged out eyes witnessed the sad mess of a daughter holding onto the lifeless body of her father. His eyes meandered back to the ground, to which he saw his blood spattered sword and his trusty bow. He squinted at it. The power he felt from it was immense. He grabbed his metallic companions and rose, filled with the immense anger of all those who had fallen before him.

Krickarr leaped up and sliced through dozens of shades. There was no accuracy anymore. There was no delicacy. Krickarr took his bow and crashed it down on one of the walking shadow's head, obliterating it into the surrounding air. He could hear the sobs of Fita behind him play into the orchestra of murder. He charged into one final shade as he broke through an opening and was faced with his mother.

"We are pushing them back! You all need to defeat Sur'kosh!" Kahkan belowed. She gazed at the ordinary white on her son completely mucked with blackened blood. She looked around Krickarr's shoulder, noting his depressive anger as she saw Fotoh lay sprawled along the floor. She tutted and looked to the floor.

"What a shame...But you need to get to the front-lines, son. You're anger will be useful to us."

Krickarr shook his head, only multiplying his anger. His mother still saw him as an asset to her war. Kahkan noted this. She rustled through her pocket. She yanked out a teleportation crystal.

"Do whatever you feel is best Son..."

Krickarr solemnly pulled his eyes towards the disgraced warrior who laid, slain, and the woman who held onto his mangled corpse. He trudged towards them, the blood of his enemies falling off of him as he walked. He knelt down with the screaming warfare continuing behind him. He couldn't see another child destroyed after the loss of their father. Not after what he had to endure.

"Do you want me to take you and him out of here? I mean..."

He exposed the teleportation crystal in his palm.

"We can go now or we can stay...It's up to you."
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| March 14, 2017, 2:20 pm
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Quoting Callum ~
Krickarr lent back and put a hand to his head. He let the blood of his friend drip down his face. Krickarr's lungs inflated with worry as his face contorted. His bugged out eyes witnessed the sad mess of a daughter holding onto the lifeless body of her father. His eyes meandered back to the ground, to which he saw his blood spattered sword and his trusty bow. He squinted at it. The power he felt from it was immense. He grabbed his metallic companions and rose, filled with the immense anger of all those who had fallen before him.

Krickarr leaped up and sliced through dozens of shades. There was no accuracy anymore. There was no delicacy. Krickarr took his bow and crashed it down on one of the walking shadow's head, obliterating it into the surrounding air. He could hear the sobs of Fita behind him play into the orchestra of murder. He charged into one final shade as he broke through an opening and was faced with his mother.

"We are pushing them back! You all need to defeat Sur'kosh!" Kahkan belowed. She gazed at the ordinary white on her son completely mucked with blackened blood. She looked around Krickarr's shoulder, noting his depressive anger as she saw Fotoh lay sprawled along the floor. She tutted and looked to the floor.

"What a shame...But you need to get to the front-lines, son. You're anger will be useful to us."

Krickarr shook his head, only multiplying his anger. His mother still saw him as an asset to her war. Kahkan noted this. She rustled through her pocket. She yanked out a teleportation crystal.

"Do whatever you feel is best Son..."

Krickarr solemnly pulled his eyes towards the disgraced warrior who laid, slain, and the woman who held onto his mangled corpse. He trudged towards them, the blood of his enemies falling off of him as he walked. He knelt down with the screaming warfare continuing behind him. He couldn't see another child destroyed after the loss of their father. Not after what he had to endure.

"Do you want me to take you and him out of here? I mean..."

He exposed the teleportation crystal in his palm.

"We can go now or we can stay...It's up to you."

*Fita eyes the crystal in Krickarr's hand. She grabs her hammer and stands up.*

Fita: (tense and angry) "If we use that crystal, we use it to go behind that wretched son of sludge and dash his miserable brains out! I am not leaving- not after what these spineless maggots have done here! I don't care how big and powerful he is- we go to the Makuta- and we make him regret leaving his little ditch!"
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| March 14, 2017, 4:21 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
*Fita eyes the crystal in Krickarr's hand. She grabs her hammer and stands up.*

Fita: (tense and angry) "If we use that crystal, we use it to go behind that wretched son of sludge and dash his miserable brains out! I am not leaving- not after what these spineless maggots have done here! I don't care how big and powerful he is- we go to the Makuta- and we make him regret leaving his little ditch!"

He stared Fita in her diamond blue eyes. He could see a similar rage to how he felt. He looked down and laid a hand on Fotoh.

"We'll bury him later."

He turned to a group of Kahkanese soldiers.

"Get him to somewhere safe, please." Krickarr pleaded. He turned to the corpse of Apis.

"The Gukk too..."

The soldiers, afraid to disobey their leader's child, quickly nodded. They lay out a stretcher and rolled the Helgran Warrior onto it, taking him away. He stood tall and turned to Fita, opening his mouth.

"Um...I don't think I actually caught your name."

"Fita." The blue agori tiredly sighed. Krickarr's introverted nature still showed through from time to time.
"Well, Fita, We will make them all pay, no matter how 'weak' we may be. Sur'Kosh will remember our names..."

Krickarr swiped blood off of his sword as Fita readied her hammer.
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| March 14, 2017, 4:46 pm
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Quoting Callum ~
He stared Fita in her diamond blue eyes. He could see a similar rage to how he felt. He looked down and laid a hand on Fotoh.

"We'll bury him later."

He turned to a group of Kahkanese soldiers.

"Get him to somewhere safe, please." Krickarr pleaded. He turned to the corpse of Apis.

"The Gukk too..."

The soldiers, afraid to disobey their leader's child, quickly nodded. They lay out a stretcher and rolled the Helgran Warrior onto it, taking him away. He stood tall and turned to Fita, opening his mouth.

"Um...I don't think I actually caught your name."

"Fita." The blue agori tiredly sighed. Krickarr's introverted nature still showed through from time to time.
"Well, Fita, We will make them all pay, no matter how 'weak' we may be. Sur'Kosh will remember our names..."

Krickarr swiped blood off of his sword as Fita readied her hammer.

Fita: "I am glad to hear that... Fotoh always insisted that even us lowly Agori had power- let's prove it, for his sake."

*She lifts up Fotoh's lance, which she had recovered before the Kahkan soldiers had taken the body*

"Can we get in close to Sur'Kosh?"
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| March 14, 2017, 6:33 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fita: "I am glad to hear that... Fotoh always insisted that even us lowly Agori had power- let's prove it, for his sake."

*She lifts up Fotoh's lance, which she had recovered before the Kahkan soldiers had taken the body*

"Can we get in close to Sur'Kosh?"

"I think so."

Krickarr looks into the distance. He spots his target in the black, swirling sky. The great wings of his enemy blew away the cloudy mist around him. This gave Krickarr an idea. He spun around to Fita.

"I have an idea."

He pivoted once more and walked away from a slightly confused Fita. Krickarr pried his dagger from his earlier encounter's skull. He held the teleportation crystal to his heart and instantly vanished, leaving behind an utterly bemused Fita.

As Krickarr was teleported there was a moment of blissful nonexistence, with no worries or strife. No Makuta or apocalyptic events to worry about. No mother or friends. No feelings, just calm. Suddenly, Krickarr was jolt back into consciousness as he fazed into the open air. There was a few seconds of flailing panic, but Krickarr began falling gracefully towards his target in the sky, Sur'kosh. Krickarr held his sword in front of him as he fell towards the oblivious Makuta. Sur'kosh surveyed the ensuing conflict and antagonistically scoffed. He was about to begin his descent back to the ground when a sudden mass collapsed onto his neck, staggering him. His wings folded down in a tangled mess, but almost immediately folded back out with grace. Krickarr sat atop the Makuta's back and began stabbing repeatedly. Each stag increased in speed and ferocity. The flying anarchist grunted through each poke and went to grab the puny agori from his rear. His scaled, clawed hand reached behind him, but Krickarr used this as a vaulting point and swung himself swiftly into the air. With closed eyes and a deep breath he brought the blade above him, and swiftly swung it down with a mighty force, ripping a massive tear through the Makuta's wing, dragging chuncks of skin and flesh with him. Sur'kosh groaned as he began plummeting back down to the battle, with Krickarr caught on his wing. Krickarr swung wildly as the beast made a few swipes at him. One swipe scraped across Krickarr's chest, causing a great amount of pain, but thankfully detaching Krickarr from the wing. Krickarr awkwardly fumbled with the crystal in a panic and quickly teleported as the villain slammed against the floor, throwing up dust and rock.

Krickarr appeared once more beside Fita, as she stood in awe of the raining dust and dirt. Krickarr held out his arm for Fita to grab hold of. As she did, they spotted the silhouette of the Makuta rise, it's blood red eyes breaking through the smoke and casting a ghostly presence over the field. Fita and Krickarr vanished and almost as quickly appeared behind the hulking warlord. They peered up at his torn and twitching leftmost wing and taking note of his angered growl as he faced the Kahkan army, Daradun's golden army and the faces of Vos and Ramza. Of Qiav and Virgil. Of Daradun and Lady Kahkan and all other agori who valiantly stood against the brute. Sur'kosh's breathing increased, and hit a climax with a great bestial roar. Vesh, Kuzi, and Othu circled around their master, ready to take on the army. Krickarr turned to Fita.

"Got a plan?!"
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| March 14, 2017, 7:33 pm
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Quoting Callum ~
"I think so."

Krickarr looks into the distance. He spots his target in the black, swirling sky. The great wings of his enemy blew away the cloudy mist around him. This gave Krickarr an idea. He spun around to Fita.

"I have an idea."

He pivoted once more and walked away from a slightly confused Fita. Krickarr pried his dagger from his earlier encounter's skull. He held the teleportation crystal to his heart and instantly vanished, leaving behind an utterly bemused Fita.

As Krickarr was teleported there was a moment of blissful nonexistence, with no worries or strife. No Makuta or apocalyptic events to worry about. No mother or friends. No feelings, just calm. Suddenly, Krickarr was jolt back into consciousness as he fazed into the open air. There was a few seconds of flailing panic, but Krickarr began falling gracefully towards his target in the sky, Sur'kosh. Krickarr held his sword in front of him as he fell towards the oblivious Makuta. Sur'kosh surveyed the ensuing conflict and antagonistically scoffed. He was about to begin his descent back to the ground when a sudden mass collapsed onto his neck, staggering him. His wings folded down in a tangled mess, but almost immediately folded back out with grace. Krickarr sat atop the Makuta's back and began stabbing repeatedly. Each stag increased in speed and ferocity. The flying anarchist grunted through each poke and went to grab the puny agori from his rear. His scaled, clawed hand reached behind him, but Krickarr used this as a vaulting point and swung himself swiftly into the air. With closed eyes and a deep breath he brought the blade above him, and swiftly swung it down with a mighty force, ripping a massive tear through the Makuta's wing, dragging chuncks of skin and flesh with him. Sur'kosh groaned as he began plummeting back down to the battle, with Krickarr caught on his wing. Krickarr swung wildly as the beast made a few swipes at him. One swipe scraped across Krickarr's chest, causing a great amount of pain, but thankfully detaching Krickarr from the wing. Krickarr awkwardly fumbled with the crystal in a panic and quickly teleported as the villain slammed against the floor, throwing up dust and rock.

Krickarr appeared once more beside Fita, as she stood in awe of the raining dust and dirt. Krickarr held out his arm for Fita to grab hold of. As she did, they spotted the silhouette of the Makuta rise, it's blood red eyes breaking through the smoke and casting a ghostly presence over the field. Fita and Krickarr vanished and almost as quickly appeared behind the hulking warlord. They peered up at his torn and twitching leftmost wing and taking note of his angered growl as he faced the Kahkan army, Daradun's golden army and the faces of Vos and Ramza. Of Qiav and Virgil. Of Daradun and Lady Kahkan and all other agori who valiantly stood against the brute. Sur'kosh's breathing increased, and hit a climax with a great bestial roar. Vesh, Kuzi, and Othu circled around their master, ready to take on the army. Krickarr turned to Fita.

"Got a plan?!"

Fita: "No!"

*She grabs the crystal and teleports right above Othu. She points her hammer downwards and allows the force of gravity to propel the weapon down onto the Shade's head. A harsh crack is heard as the collision is made, snapping Othu's neck and killing him instantly. She teleports away, allowing the corpse to flutter to the floor like a dismembered leaf.

The other Shades search around for this new attacker. Sur'Kosh turns slightly, but quickly draws his attention back to the army before him.

Fita appears again, behind Kuzi this time, and thrusts Fotoh's spear forwards. This does not achieve the desired effect, however; she had misjudged the distance, and the spear had penetrated Kuzi's shin as opposed to his head or torso. The villain howls, giving Fita a harsh kick with his other leg. Fita topples and lands with a crash in the dirt below.*

Fita: "Aggh..."

*The teleportation crystal is dislodged from Fita's grip and it slides towards Krickarr's feet. Kuzi notices this and soars downwards towards the white archer. Fita scrambles to her feet and attempts to reach the crystal also, despite Krickarr being much closer to it.*
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| March 14, 2017, 8:51 pm
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Quoting Wertman 8
Fita: "No!"

*She grabs the crystal and teleports right above Othu. She points her hammer downwards and allows the force of gravity to propel the weapon down onto the Shade's head. A harsh crack is heard as the collision is made, snapping Othu's neck and killing him instantly. She teleports away, allowing the corpse to flutter to the floor like a dismembered leaf.

The other Shades search around for this new attacker. Sur'Kosh turns slightly, but quickly draws his attention back to the army before him.

Fita appears again, behind Kuzi this time, and thrusts Fotoh's spear forwards. This does not achieve the desired effect, however; she had misjudged the distance, and the spear had penetrated Kuzi's shin as opposed to his head or torso. The villain howls, giving Fita a harsh kick with his other leg. Fita topples and lands with a crash in the dirt below.*

Fita: "Aggh..."

*The teleportation crystal is dislodged from Fita's grip and it slides towards Krickarr's feet. Kuzi notices this and soars downwards towards the white archer. Fita scrambles to her feet and attempts to reach the crystal also, despite Krickarr being much closer to it.*

Krickarr pulled back his arrow and shot it at the Shade's shoulder, this did little to stop the ghouls speed. Krickarr dived towards the crystal and grabbed hold of it, yet he felt the grip of another. He swung his head up to see Kuzi yanking at the crystal. Krickar used all of his strength to pull the crystal back, but Kuzi was too strong. Kuzi gaped open his angered maw.

"You fool! You think you can take on m-"

Both fighters suddenly blinked from one side of the field to the other, wrestling as they did so. Krickarr pulled out a dagger and swiped at Kuzi, yet he was too swift and dodged every swipe. Kuzi yanked on Krickarr's frail agori hands and pulled the crystal from his grasp. He smirked and held the crystal out, only to scream in agony as a figure from behind began pushing the pommel of their weapon into Kuzi's open wound on his shin. The crystal fell to the floor and was saved from shattering by Krickarr's warm grasp. Kuzi fell to his knees as his yelps continued to reveal that it was Lady Kahkan commencing the attack. She looked to him.

"GO BACK TO FITA! WE'LL HOLD HIM OFF!"

Krickarr nodded and quickly held the crystal to his chest. Kuzi roared into the air as he swung his heavy gauntlet behind him, knocking Lady Kahkan back several feet. Krickarr faded from existence and returned besides Fita. Vesh had already left to fight with his fellow Shade. Krickarr and Fita stood, alone, behind the maleficent god.
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| March 15, 2017, 4:02 pm
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Quoting Callum ~
Krickarr pulled back his arrow and shot it at the Shade's shoulder, this did little to stop the ghouls speed. Krickarr dived towards the crystal and grabbed hold of it, yet he felt the grip of another. He swung his head up to see Kuzi yanking at the crystal. Krickar used all of his strength to pull the crystal back, but Kuzi was too strong. Kuzi gaped open his angered maw.

"You fool! You think you can take on m-"

Both fighters suddenly blinked from one side of the field to the other, wrestling as they did so. Krickarr pulled out a dagger and swiped at Kuzi, yet he was too swift and dodged every swipe. Kuzi yanked on Krickarr's frail agori hands and pulled the crystal from his grasp. He smirked and held the crystal out, only to scream in agony as a figure from behind began pushing the pommel of their weapon into Kuzi's open wound on his shin. The crystal fell to the floor and was saved from shattering by Krickarr's warm grasp. Kuzi fell to his knees as his yelps continued to reveal that it was Lady Kahkan commencing the attack. She looked to him.

"GO BACK TO FITA! WE'LL HOLD HIM OFF!"

Krickarr nodded and quickly held the crystal to his chest. Kuzi roared into the air as he swung his heavy gauntlet behind him, knocking Lady Kahkan back several feet. Krickarr faded from existence and returned besides Fita. Vesh had already left to fight with his fellow Shade. Krickarr and Fita stood, alone, behind the maleficent god.

Qiav worked his way towards Sur'kosh. As a shade, the Makuta's minions ignored him. Death and destruction raged around. He watched as the likes of Vos and Ramza destroyed the shadows, weak minions which continued to spawn from the battlefield under Sur'kosh's magic.

Alphinaud's sword weighed heavily in his hands. Qiav would avenge his father; he would avenge his extinct race. Burning blue eyes bored holes in the air at Sur'kosh, who was preoccupied by a teleporting Krickarr and Fita. If those two Agori made a mistake, death would be certain for them. He wouldn't let anyone else die.

"So, brother, this is it."

Vesh descended from the air before Qiav, folding his onyx wings into his armor. The shade looked forlornly at Qiav. "There is still time, brother. You can still return to us."

Qiav snarled. "Screw you, Vesh."

The shade looked taken aback. "Qiav, you are a shade like the rest of us, a Crux even! Shake off these foolish notions that the Agori have poisoned your mind with!"

"I AM NO SHADE!"

"Qiav, do you remember who you are?" Vesh looked desperate.

"I. REMEMBER. EVERYTHING." Qiav lunged forward at his former brother, silver sword catching Vesh in the shoulder. Holy metal cut through the metal like butter, and Vesh screeched as a chunk of shoulder fell away. He grasped at the wound as mist streamed out of his body, struggling to clot the hole. Qiav charged forth away, this time slicing through the shade's wing. Vesh stumbled backwards.

"So, Qiav, you push us away. I never should have begged Sur'kosh to spare you the first time. You think you just happened to lose all your memories! No! You rebelled against us once before, but when Sur'kosh wanted to put you down I fought for you! I fought for you, brother! And this is how you repay me!?" Mist repaired Vesh's wounds and he lunged forward, gripping Qiav's neck. The shade flew into the air and launched Qiav back towards the ground. Vesh drew a wicked, serrated black weapon and flew down, running his blade through Qiav's gut and slamming him into the ground. Vesh looked down at his now dying brother, a cold malice in his eyes.

Qiav struggled weakly against the blade, but Vesh held it down. He looked up defiantly at the shade.

"Do you...rememebr who YOU are, Vesh?" Qiav rasped as his mist flowed from his wounds and dissipated into the air.

Vesh looked down at his brother's corpse. A wave of nasuseous regret flooded over the shade, knocking him to his knees. Memories, locked away by Sur'kosh, rushed forth as emotion broke down the floodgates.
~~~
Two children fought on the top of a small hill looking over the kingdom of Elysium. The smaller one rushed at his brother, but was caught by his neck and hoisted into the air. The older one laughed as the younger clawed against his hand.

"I...I can't breathe. Let me...go, Vesh."

The older one dropped his brother to the ground and cried as his brother gasped for breath. "Please don't tell dad, Qiav."
~~~
Sur'kosh looked over the map of Elysium. Ancient shades stood behind him; fallen Elysian warriors he had corrupted. He drew a talon around one mountain, smiling.

"The children of Alphinaud would make fine warriors." Go, and bring me them.
~~~
Qiav, the youngest, was the first to fall, found with his father and Ramza. His father was impaled trying to protect him, and Ramza was cast into a ravine, believed dead.
~~~
Kuzi, third born, was found hiding out in the remote village of Wutai. He had charged into battle headfirst, madly determined to meet Sur'kosh head on. The child didn't start a chance.
~~~
Othu, eldest and infamous for his sharp tongue, was defeated after leading an attempt to expel the Makuta force from northern Elysium. Sur'kosh made sure to cut out his tongue, rendering the shade mute.
~~~
Vesh, second born, was captured with Othu. For a long time, he was kept alive and sane as a pet by Sur'kosh until the Makuta became bored with him.
~~~
Vesh sat weeping next to Qiav's body. He clamped his hands over his ears, trying to blot out the sound of combat. The memories were too much. He took of his mask and looked at the reflection of his face in the silver. His race had long rotted, ulcers swelling and oozing on the surface. So was the curse of the shades.

He sensed footsteps headed towards him. He looked up through blurry eyes to watch as Ramza strode towards him, the shadows that tried to attack him being crushed into black holes held in outstretched palms. An animal fury burned in the Elysians's eyes.

Vesh struggled to get away, kicking himself backwards and holding a hand up to shield himself. Ramza stopped above the shade, studying Vesh's face. The knight could detect the change that the shade was experiencing.

"Run Vesh," Ramza said softly. "Run to some far corner on the mainland to hide yourself in shame. Pray to your gods every day, beg them to forgive you. Beg Alphinaud to forgive you." His voice turned bitter as he pointed at Qiav's corpse. "Beg Qiav to forgive you. For if I see you again, a will end you." Vesh nodes fearfully and stood, tumbling backwards as he struggled to run away.

Ramza watched as Vesh disappeared into the forest. He pitied the shade. It was a terrible thing, losing one's memories and being turned against those one had once loved. The same had very nearly happened to him. He looked back at Sur'kosh. The tides had turned, and the Makuta now held Krickarr by the ankle, slamming him into the ground repeatedly while Fita ineffectually banged him with her hammer. Pure wrath welled up inside of Ramza. He would not let anyone else die.

He drew his fist back, pulling him into a martial stance he had only performed once before. He would let Krickarr and Fita strike the final blow. Of everyone he had ever seen, anyone he had ever fought alongside, it was those two who deserved the honor of finally bringing down Sur'kosh. It was they who deserved to win, to send a message to every normal man and woman that they too could win, even if they lacked divine might.

But that wouldn't stop him from helping. He sprinted forward as gravity formed a lance around his fist. He ran faster than he had ever before, faster than should be physically possible. In an instant, he stood before the Makuta and slammed his fist into Sur'kosh's chest. The force blasted apart the makuta's armor, exposing his heart. The jarred Makuta dropped Krickarr and stumbled backwards. Ramza saluted Fita and Krickarr.

"End...this...for all of us," he managed to say before collapsing, burnt out from the strain of magic. He hated magic.
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| March 15, 2017, 5:17 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon
Qiav worked his way towards Sur'kosh. As a shade, the Makuta's minions ignored him. Death and destruction raged around. He watched as the likes of Vos and Ramza destroyed the shadows, weak minions which continued to spawn from the battlefield under Sur'kosh's magic.

Alphinaud's sword weighed heavily in his hands. Qiav would avenge his father; he would avenge his extinct race. Burning blue eyes bored holes in the air at Sur'kosh, who was preoccupied by a teleporting Krickarr and Fita. If those two Agori made a mistake, death would be certain for them. He wouldn't let anyone else die.

"So, brother, this is it."

Vesh descended from the air before Qiav, folding his onyx wings into his armor. The shade looked forlornly at Qiav. "There is still time, brother. You can still return to us."

Qiav snarled. "Screw you, Vesh."

The shade looked taken aback. "Qiav, you are a shade like the rest of us, a Crux even! Shake off these foolish notions that the Agori have poisoned your mind with!"

"I AM NO SHADE!"

"Qiav, do you remember who you are?" Vesh looked desperate.

"I. REMEMBER. EVERYTHING." Qiav lunged forward at his former brother, silver sword catching Vesh in the shoulder. Holy metal cut through the metal like butter, and Vesh screeched as a chunk of shoulder fell away. He grasped at the wound as mist streamed out of his body, struggling to clot the hole. Qiav charged forth away, this time slicing through the shade's wing. Vesh stumbled backwards.

"So, Qiav, you push us away. I never should have begged Sur'kosh to spare you the first time. You think you just happened to lose all your memories! No! You rebelled against us once before, but when Sur'kosh wanted to put you down I fought for you! I fought for you, brother! And this is how you repay me!?" Mist repaired Vesh's wounds and he lunged forward, gripping Qiav's neck. The shade flew into the air and launched Qiav back towards the ground. Vesh drew a wicked, serrated black weapon and flew down, running his blade through Qiav's gut and slamming him into the ground. Vesh looked down at his now dying brother, a cold malice in his eyes.

Qiav struggled weakly against the blade, but Vesh held it down. He looked up defiantly at the shade.

"Do you...rememebr who YOU are, Vesh?" Qiav rasped as his mist flowed from his wounds and dissipated into the air.

Vesh looked down at his brother's corpse. A wave of nasuseous regret flooded over the shade, knocking him to his knees. Memories, locked away by Sur'kosh, rushed forth as emotion broke down the floodgates.
~~~
Two children fought on the top of a small hill looking over the kingdom of Elysium. The smaller one rushed at his brother, but was caught by his neck and hoisted into the air. The older one laughed as the younger clawed against his hand.

"I...I can't breathe. Let me...go, Vesh."

The older one dropped his brother to the ground and cried as his brother gasped for breath. "Please don't tell dad, Qiav."
~~~
Sur'kosh looked over the map of Elysium. Ancient shades stood behind him; fallen Elysian warriors he had corrupted. He drew a talon around one mountain, smiling.

"The children of Alphinaud would make fine warriors." Go, and bring me them.
~~~
Qiav, the youngest, was the first to fall, found with his father and Ramza. His father was impaled trying to protect him, and Ramza was cast into a ravine, believed dead.
~~~
Kuzi, third born, was found hiding out in the remote village of Wutai. He had charged into battle headfirst, madly determined to meet Sur'kosh head on. The child didn't start a chance.
~~~
Othu, eldest and infamous for his sharp tongue, was defeated after leading an attempt to expel the Makuta force from northern Elysium. Sur'kosh made sure to cut out his tongue, rendering the shade mute.
~~~
Vesh, second born, was captured with Othu. For a long time, he was kept alive and sane as a pet by Sur'kosh until the Makuta became bored with him.
~~~
Vesh sat weeping next to Qiav's body. He clamped his hands over his ears, trying to blot out the sound of combat. The memories were too much. He took of his mask and looked at the reflection of his face in the silver. His race had long rotted, ulcers swelling and oozing on the surface. So was the curse of the shades.

He sensed footsteps headed towards him. He looked up through blurry eyes to watch as Ramza strode towards him, the shadows that tried to attack him being crushed into black holes held in outstretched palms. An animal fury burned in the Elysians's eyes.

Vesh struggled to get away, kicking himself backwards and holding a hand up to shield himself. Ramza stopped above the shade, studying Vesh's face. The knight could detect the change that the shade was experiencing.

"Run Vesh," Ramza said softly. "Run to some far corner on the mainland to hide yourself in shame. Pray to your gods every day, beg them to forgive you. Beg Alphinaud to forgive you." His voice turned bitter as he pointed at Qiav's corpse. "Beg Qiav to forgive you. For if I see you again, a will end you." Vesh nodes fearfully and stood, tumbling backwards as he struggled to run away.

Ramza watched as Vesh disappeared into the forest. He pitied the shade. It was a terrible thing, losing one's memories and being turned against those one had once loved. The same had very nearly happened to him. He looked back at Sur'kosh. The tides had turned, and the Makuta now held Krickarr by the ankle, slamming him into the ground repeatedly while Fita ineffectually banged him with her hammer. Pure wrath welled up inside of Ramza. He would not let anyone else die.

He drew his fist back, pulling him into a martial stance he had only performed once before. He would let Krickarr and Fita strike the final blow. Of everyone he had ever seen, anyone he had ever fought alongside, it was those two who deserved the honor of finally bringing down Sur'kosh. It was they who deserved to win, to send a message to every normal man and woman that they too could win, even if they lacked divine might.

But that wouldn't stop him from helping. He sprinted forward as gravity formed a lance around his fist. He ran faster than he had ever before, faster than should be physically possible. In an instant, he stood before the Makuta and slammed his fist into Sur'kosh's chest. The force blasted apart the makuta's armor, exposing his heart. The jarred Makuta dropped Krickarr and stumbled backwards. Ramza saluted Fita and Krickarr.

"End...this...for all of us," he managed to say before collapsing, burnt out from the strain of magic. He hated magic.

Krickarr rose to his feet and peered at the fallen Ramza. He nodded at the the unconscious hero. He allowed them to have this last honor. He glanced at Fita one last time and then turned to the disgusting overlord. The man who had committed such atrocities across generations, lay, bleeding on the floor. One of the only friends he had ever had, torn away from Krickarr by the fiend. Krickarr's warm fingers gently wrapped around the cold edge of his inherited blue bow. He dragged it over his back and above his shoulder, like he had done so many times before and grabbed an arrow. He stood by the Makuta's heart as the villain chuckled.

"Hehe, I have survived worse, agor-"
Krickarr instantly fired an arrow into the brute's exposed heart. A geyser of blood spewed from the wound as Sur'kosh screamed aloud for all of those present to heard. The Makuta increased his breathing, as he tried to lift a hand to his chest, but was stopped short by Fita's foot. He bit his lip as Krickarr cocked his head. He was far from over. Krickarr dropped the shining bow and reached for his sword. He pulled it above his head and closed his eyes. He remembered all of those who had been lost along the way. All of those who had helped with the crew. And with that, he plunged the sword into the exposed organ, increasing the squealing of the mythical God. Suddenly, everything turned to primal rage. Krickarr pulled the sword from the heart and brought it up again, throwing it down and clumsily crashing it into the deflated muscle. He repeated this, each jab for each person he murdered. Everything was red. Krickarr screamed the screams of the thousands Sur'kosh had killed. Each stab became more disoriented and jagged. The slicing continued for what felt like forever, but was actually for mere seconds. Tears fell from the lone bowman's face as his stabs slowed and he stopped, collapsing to the floor in a sobbing mess. His weapon fell to his side as he sat, slumped over. He was dripping with blood and looked up. Somehow, the giant still breathed a choked breath. Blood bubbled from his neck as he tried gargling inaudible last words. Krickarr looked up to Fita and put a forearm across his eyes, attempting to dry them. He looked at her coldly, as cold as the mountains of Van'shu he was so used to.

"Finish this."
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| March 15, 2017, 6:05 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
Vos snarled furiously as he swung his sword horizontally, a small wave of fire blasting away from it in the direction of his opponents. They screeched in agony as the wave sliced through them, burning away their bodies. The fox Vos had summoned growled as it leapt into the air onto the back of a Shade, biting at the back of its decaying head, badly burning and maiming the vile creature.

Vos picked up another Shade, twisted, and slammed them face-down onto the ground and impaled them with his katana. The fox leapt into the air and landed on a Shade's mask. The thing screamed in pain as smoke curled up from its burning front. The fiery pair carved through the Shades, but no matter how many they burned or impaled or maimed, more rose to take their places.

Finally, the two were driven together, surrounded by Shades which they cut down with ease. Vos, panting and tired, looked at the fox. It looked at him with a sort of sad look in its fiery eyes. Vos closed his eyes in regret and in sorrow. Never again would he see his library. Never again would he see Ramza or Fotoh or Dekar wherever the young Agori had vanished to.

Never again would he see Krickarr or Daradun or Qiav or The Elder One. Never again would his fiery green eyes lay upon the fair land of Botana, his home. He knew this as the air around him grew hotter, his flames larger and brighter and burning more furiously than every before.

But he knew that, just maybe, others would be able to look upon the faces of their friends, their families, their homes and their lives. By doing this he hoped that he could provide the remaining Agori and Sandmen a chance to live on. To endure. To thrive without the fear of almighty beings looking down upon them and crushing them underfoot or ruling them through dictatorships and tyrannies.

Vos inhaled deeply, the air around him a waving mirage, the foes surrounding him screeching in fear, agony, and out of the sheer need to screech, and the fox of fire curled around his armored shin, eyes closed with head held high.

A massive ball of fire, a hundred times larger than a bonfire rushed out, consuming the shades around him and only the Shades as he used his remaining energy to steer the fire into streams which wrapped around, bounced off of, and engulfed Shades and avoided Agori. Then, with smoke curling from the battlefield as the remaining Shades and the replacements for those destroyed which were being brought in stalled in confusion and fear, the fires died away, leaving only ash in their places.

Vos, returned to his normal height and his armor charred and broken fell to his knees, eyes wide and bright. He looked at his katana and, with great effort, sheathed it. He found he could not breathe, but was not disturbed by it. He looked around shakily for the fox, and found it standing beside him, faded and transparent with its sad green eyes upon him. It nodded to him and he nodded to it.

Vos: "I suppose... this is... death... Not... so bad... do more... often."

Vos spoke weakly, his voice hoarse and deprived of oxygen. He lay back and closed his eyes as the heat around him came in like a blanket to put him to sleep one, final time.

And with that, Vos passed on into the afterlife, content with his last spit of contempt in Sur'Kosh's face. He knew he'd left nothing behind, for his friends were all where he was going. All that remained in his mind of the material world was the fate of Botana, and the ancient katana he had used, now with no heir.

Lady Kahkan saw her son unleash his vengence against the villain, but she was too busy viewing the spectacle of the fiery library single highhandedly destroying every Shade surround him. As fire engulfed the battlefield, she shielded her eyes. As the warmth of the flames passed. She looked across to see a damaged Vos staring at a flaming Rahi, only to see him collapse, his lifeless body being swept away by the dancing orange and red. Lady Kahkan sprinted in, hoping the hero that saved her and her army could somehow live to tell the tale. She swiped at the fire, dispersing it through the air, and was met by a small pile of ash. She closed her eyes and knelt beside the blackened dust.

"I know the Elder One and I had our difference, but he and all the Gods would be very proud of your sacrifice, Vos."

She thankfully put a hand against the ground and bowed in thankfulness. A number of her own men condensed from a purple fade behind her in a moment. She turned to them.

"Make sure everyone returns back to the village."

She looked over to the weeping Krickarr on the floor. She felt shame. If she was to be a mother to her son at anytime, it would be now.

"I will return soon, there is just something I need to do."

As she walked past her loyal subjects, they began dispersing into the light as purple gas, leaving nothing where they stood. As Lady Kahkan made it to her son, her entire army had vanished, save for a certain number caring for the corpses of the wounded and collecting the ash that was Vos.

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| March 15, 2017, 6:20 pm
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A dying Sur'kosh, to the amazement of Fita and Krickarr, slowly turned his head to look at the bowman.

"I am...impressed, Krickarr." The fact that the Makuta knew his name took the Agori aback. "But be careful. There are still others like me. Now that I am gone, they will try to fill the vacuum."

His head turns to look at the ashes of Vos. "Those who helped you win today are dead. Without them, I doubt you will stand much of a chance should another Makuta be as straightforward in his pursuits as I was."

"But perhaps I am mistaken." A black mist floated from the Makuta's wounds, his life essence dissipating into the air. "I am not infallible. Perhaps my brethren will look at this land, see the people who have killed both the Fearbringer and I, and fear this land as people once feared me. Perhaps they will even ally themselves with you. Perhaps, after ten thousand years, the call for conquering that had driven my generation has faded. Regardless..."

He looked one last time at Krickarr, his face devoid of malice. "Krickarr Kakhan, I wish you good fortune and the best of success. May the gods bless your name." With that, the Makuta's body vanishes into mist, which ascends into the air and dissipates.
~~~
"I...hate being hungover."

The charred form of Ramza slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Eyes blurred with fatigue surveyed the burned landscape. Sur'kosh was dead, as was Alphinaud, Fotoh, Qiav, Vos, and many more. With a struggle, Ramza forced himself to his feet.

"SO, IT IS OVER."

The specter of Anun stepped next to the Elysian. Ramza's head just barely reached the Primal's torso. The two looked at the desolate remains of Zanarkand, silent. Finally, Ramza broke the silence.

"You want it back, don't you."

The god cleared his throat. "STRAIGHT TO THE POINT, ARE WE? VERY WELL. YES, I HAVE RETURNED TO REVOKE THE GIFT OF GRAVITY."

"Why?"

"THE OTHER GODS...ARE UNHAPPY I GAVE SUCH A POTENT GIFT TO ONE THEY SEE AS INSIGNIFICANT. THEY DOUBT YOUR SKILL."

Ramza laughs and looks at a blackened fist. "So helping kill Sur'kosh wasn't proof enough?"

"YOU KNOW HOW THE PANTHEON BEHAVES. NOTHING IS PROOF ENOUGH IN THEIR WARPED ARROGANCE."

"So, I'm going back to just a guy with a solid punch then?"

"CORRECT."

Ramza runs a hand through his hair. "I guess that is fair enough. Leaves plenty of room for me to start physically training again, now that it's back to actual strength and no mist or anything."

"YOU ARE COMPLACENT IN THE REVOCATION OF THIS GIFT. WHY?"

"I just don't find magic and stuff all that appealing. As you can see," he waves a hand, gesturing to his charred skin, "it doesn't exactly help my complexion."

Anun rests a hand on Ramza's shoulder. Slowly, the dull purple visible in the crystal of the Elder One's blade fades away as the power of gravity is separated from Ramza. The two nod at each other as Anun folds out of time and space, back to the primordial realm in which he and Dmivor reside. Anun was not welcome in heaven.

Ramza slowly walked over towards Vos's ashes. The Kakhanese soldiers recognized Ramza and ignored his presence. Ramza stooped over and lifted up Vos's katana.

"Ah, Vos. If only I had time to tell you the truth behind this weapon. Then perhaps you would not have needlessly died." He sheaths the blade and slings the scabbard onto his back. He then walks over to Qiav's corpse, staring at the shade's armor.

"And you, Qiav. I know Alphinaud told you the truth in his final hours. If only the two of you had a chance to talk in a more peaceful setting." Likewise, he picks up Alphinaud's sword, slipping it into his belt.

Ramza stares up at the sky. The storm has dissipated, letting the morning sun shine down on the land. How long had they been fighting? Hours? Days? Something wet rolled slowly down his cheek, moistening the ground at his feet.

"Today is a terrible day for rain. It's so dusty too." He dabbed at his eyes with the ends of his bandana. Finally he sank to his knees, drawing in ragged breaths as he watered the ground beneath him. The last time he had cried was when his family had died. "So...dusty."
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| March 15, 2017, 8:24 pm
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Quoting Dark Aeon
A dying Sur'kosh, to the amazement of Fita and Krickarr, slowly turned his head to look at the bowman.

"I am...impressed, Krickarr." The fact that the Makuta knew his name took the Agori aback. "But be careful. There are still others like me. Now that I am gone, they will try to fill the vacuum."

His head turns to look at the ashes of Vos. "Those who helped you win today are dead. Without them, I doubt you will stand much of a chance should another Makuta be as straightforward in his pursuits as I was."

"But perhaps I am mistaken." A black mist floated from the Makuta's wounds, his life essence dissipating into the air. "I am not infallible. Perhaps my brethren will look at this land, see the people who have killed both the Fearbringer and I, and fear this land as people once feared me. Perhaps they will even ally themselves with you. Perhaps, after ten thousand years, the call for conquering that had driven my generation has faded. Regardless..."

He looked one last time at Krickarr, his face devoid of malice. "Krickarr Kakhan, I wish you good fortune and the best of success. May the gods bless your name." With that, the Makuta's body vanishes into mist, which ascends into the air and dissipates.
~~~
"I...hate being hungover."

The charred form of Ramza slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Eyes blurred with fatigue surveyed the burned landscape. Sur'kosh was dead, as was Alphinaud, Fotoh, Qiav, Vos, and many more. With a struggle, Ramza forced himself to his feet.

"SO, IT IS OVER."

The specter of Anun stepped next to the Elysian. Ramza's head just barely reached the Primal's torso. The two looked at the desolate remains of Zanarkand, silent. Finally, Ramza broke the silence.

"You want it back, don't you."

The god cleared his throat. "STRAIGHT TO THE POINT, ARE WE? VERY WELL. YES, I HAVE RETURNED TO REVOKE THE GIFT OF GRAVITY."

"Why?"

"THE OTHER GODS...ARE UNHAPPY I GAVE SUCH A POTENT GIFT TO ONE THEY SEE AS INSIGNIFICANT. THEY DOUBT YOUR SKILL."

Ramza laughs and looks at a blackened fist. "So helping kill Sur'kosh wasn't proof enough?"

"YOU KNOW HOW THE PANTHEON BEHAVES. NOTHING IS PROOF ENOUGH IN THEIR WARPED ARROGANCE."

"So, I'm going back to just a guy with a solid punch then?"

"CORRECT."

Ramza runs a hand through his hair. "I guess that is fair enough. Leaves plenty of room for me to start physically training again, now that it's back to actual strength and no mist or anything."

"YOU ARE COMPLACENT IN THE REVOCATION OF THIS GIFT. WHY?"

"I just don't find magic and stuff all that appealing. As you can see," he waves a hand, gesturing to his charred skin, "it doesn't exactly help my complexion."

Anun rests a hand on Ramza's shoulder. Slowly, the dull purple visible in the crystal of the Elder One's blade fades away as the power of gravity is separated from Ramza. The two nod at each other as Anun folds out of time and space, back to the primordial realm in which he and Dmivor reside. Anun was not welcome in heaven.

Ramza slowly walked over towards Vos's ashes. The Kakhanese soldiers recognized Ramza and ignored his presence. Ramza stooped over and lifted up Vos's katana.

"Ah, Vos. If only I had time to tell you the truth behind this weapon. Then perhaps you would not have needlessly died." He sheaths the blade and slings the scabbard onto his back. He then walks over to Qiav's corpse, staring at the shade's armor.

"And you, Qiav. I know Alphinaud told you the truth in his final hours. If only the two of you had a chance to talk in a more peaceful setting." Likewise, he picks up Alphinaud's sword, slipping it into his belt.

Ramza stares up at the sky. The storm has dissipated, letting the morning sun shine down on the land. How long had they been fighting? Hours? Days? Something wet rolled slowly down his cheek, moistening the ground at his feet.

"Today is a terrible day for rain. It's so dusty too." He dabbed at his eyes with the ends of his bandana. Finally he sank to his knees, drawing in ragged breaths as he watered the ground beneath him. The last time he had cried was when his family had died. "So...dusty."

*After watching the great form of Anun, and witnessing it's dissipation, she turned back to the spot where Sur'Kosh had died. She stared hard at the spot, before looking down at Fotoh's lance, one she still gripped tightly. It never did taste the vengeance it so desperately hungered for- Sur'Kosh himself denied it the right. Fita fell to her knees, dropping her hammer and gripping the lance tightly. Her head bowed, rapt in sombre thought. In an instant, she pulled herself to her feet, using the lance as leverage, and turned towards the equally dishevelled Krickarr.*

Fita: "Thank you, Krickarr... I can't tell you how much this meant to me..."
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| March 15, 2017, 8:53 pm
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Quoting Blizzard -
Smoke curled off the reddened battlefield, marked with corpses and wounded soldiers. In the stone, where Vos had fallen to his knees his poem still glowed softly, its light having faded with the death of its creator. Yet the words were carved in deep, and the magic was still there in those words which would not fade for millennia to come.

Here are the words which were engraved in the stone, more a story really than a poem.

'Once our people knew peace and prosperity. They knew not of The Comers, or Sur'Kosh or The Fearbringer, or of the power of the Comer blood. But when these dangers to our island, Botana became known to we, The Agori, we faced them with courage. With dignity. And we did not break.

'For a band of heroes came together, to fight for a common purpose. Fotoh, The Unchallenged, strong and brave; Daradun, Friend of Spirits, briefly misguided by the forces of darkness and evil; Qiav, Shade of truth and justice; Krickarr, The Lone Bowman, loyal and true; Fita, The Smithie and daughter of Fotoh, strong and fierce; Ramza, The Swordsman, protector and avenger of the Elysians; Dekar the messenger, young and bright; Sharkhook, The Stoic seaman; Virgil, Captain of the Guard; Rengar the hunter; Eekar the humble farmer and warrior; Vultria, wielder of lightning; Varak the forgetful; Ecore the Hunter; Midnight the Merchant; Erikku, the pool cleaner; Lurian the redeemed warrior; Maari the inventor and adventurer; Captain Roberts, the drunkard captain who reclaimed his ship; George the... er... guy; Tyoryn the Bane of wealth; and Vos, the Scroll keeper.

'All saved their island, some through great deeds like Fotoh and Ramza, others through rejection of their inner demons like Tyoryn and Krickarr. Others still volunteered and fought in the shadows of giants like Virgil and Eekar. And the others saved their island through acts unsung, like Rengar who protected villagers from fierce Rahi and Midnight who sold wares to those who had none. And yet others came back from the darkness and redeemed themselves, like Daradun and Lurian. And then there are those who, without their aid, the fina battle would never have been won, like Sharkhook and Captain Roberts, even though the latter had a drinking problem.

'And then there are those, like George, who saved our island by never faltering in their stride when the world came crashing down around them and who were unfazed by death looming over them...

'Though I do not believe George was ever aware of the Comers or of Master Helgran, or of the Fearbringer or Sur'Kosh... I digress.

'Many of these people are dead, sad to say. Fotoh, slain in battle along with his loyal and mighty steed Apis. Qiav, killed by a brother. Ramza, slain and reborn only to be possibly slain again (I'm dead at this point, so I'm afraid I know not of proud Ramza's fate). Alphinaud, the once proud leader of the Elysian Empire killed in battle with Sur'Kosh. The Elder One, killed too battling Sur'Kosh. And...

'Myself, Vos, who died unleashing a fiery death upon those enemies of Botana. It may be many years into the future when you, the reader, lays eyes upon this sad tale, but realize this, for these words will ring true for millennia to come: Fight for what you believe in, as we, the Warriors of Botana did for you, our descendants. Fight for those other than yourself, and never give in, even when the darkness surrounds you, even when hope seems lost, even when all seems lost and bleak and black, do not surrender dear reader! DO NOT DARE SURRENDER! FIGHT ON, AGORI! FIGHT ON!

'No matter what happens, fight on. If not for us, then for yourself, for you shall never be truly whole unless you are truly willing to fight for your beliefs. And do not squash the dreams and hopes and freedom of others. Do not start empires or dictatorships or tyrannical rules, dear reader, for you know now what happened to Sur'Kosh, and Helgran, and the Comers and The Fearbringer. Freedom and life will find a way to defeat that which denies them.

'Never forget these words, dear reader, and never forget us, the Warriors of Botana...

The Agori...


The Bionicle.'

Krickarr simply nodded at Fita. He was at a loss for words. His tired eyes lay upon his approaching mother. She knelt down beside him.

"I'm proud of you son. Back when i last saw you when you were just a boy, I feared you had left me forever. I feared that I would never again lay eyes on my own blood."

Kahkan shakily put her hand out and nervously sat it in Krickarr's shoulder. Surprisingly, she faced no opposition.

"I could have never predicted the man you would become. You may have had a rough time for a bit there, but you have made a name for yourself that will go down in history, and not just because you are part of the Kahkan lineage, but because you are a hero."

These words hit Krickarr in the chest. He deflated and looked to the ground. He then peered back up and opened his mouth.

"Thank you, mother."

He turned and embraced the woman, which filled her with hope and happiness for the first time in a long time. After a few seconds, both warriors rose and faced each other in mutual respect. Kahkan rummaged in her pocket and picket out a teleportation crystal.

"Take it. It will help you in your travels." She said, longing for the son to accept the gift. Krickarr was not as adamant.

"No, keep it for your own men. I always preferred tracking and running." He smirked. Lady Kahkan smiled sympatheiptically to her child and place the crystal back into her pocket. Krickarr trudged over and looked at the engravings left in Vos' wake. He made a mental note for a friend to check that out. He then looked to the stretcher behind cover, where Krickarr's friend lay. He trudged over and stared at the Helgran Warrior. Kahkan once again approached Krickarr

"At least let me take you and Fita to Helgran, to lay Fotoh to rest."

Krickarr nodded and looked to Fita. She wiped tears away from her face. She looked into the distance to where Ramza and Daradun resided. Krickarr would not miss the chance to say goodbye again. He took out a piece of paper and quill and simply wrote;

"Stay safe, friends."

Krickarr lifted Fotoh's massive body. It was a struggle but it was worth it. He got a few of the Kahkan soldiers to help with the stretcher carrying Apis. Krickarr looked to the group once more and turned to his mother.

"We're ready to go."

And with that, the three warriors and their associates vanished, leaving the rest of the party on the battlefield, oblivious.

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