GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[terence775]

Originally Posted by controls

"Before I forget, stranger." He spoke to Artrix without turning his head. "Your name."

"Ah, yes, sir." Artrix paused a moment. "My name is Artrix Phelix, at your service."

[Prinny]

Originally Posted by Scuba

"Let's start with one blade." Holding it with one hand and taking a really open stance, Raile opened his arms wide, as if wanting to let the man stab him in the heart.


"You want to die that bad?" Adam began drawing out his familiar blade Kazetachi, gripping it loosely in one hand.


"OI YOU SH1THEADS. NO FIGHTING OUTSIDE THE DAMN SIMULATOR.... Speaking of which, why the aren't you heading off to the king's side?"

"The king can get impaled on top of his highest tower for all I care. I'm simply here to reclaim my sword." Adam replied coldly as he let his blade fall back into place.

"Your sword? I think I've misheard something. I think that's my sword you're talking about."

Agitated at his soon-to-be prize, Raile pointed to his head, saying:

"Or do I have to knock that info in your head myself?"

[controls]

"Ah, yes, sir." Artrix paused a moment. "My name is Artrix Phelix, at your service."


Angelos nodded. "Artrix Phelix. A strong name." The High Chaplain stopped before two brass gates, their elongated frames heavily decorated with archaic runes and seals of all sort. The insignia of the Royal family was expertly sculpted in the middle, its declaration of nobility boldly suspended in the air for all to see. Each square inch of the gate seemed to writhe with an invisible power, an undertorrent enchanted by powerful warding spells that repelled the heretic and the daemon alike. The group stopped several feet short of the massive construct, slowing as they came to understand the complexity of the architecture.

The High Chaplain stepped forth. "This is the audience chamber. Wait patiently. Be a keeper of these gates while I speak to his Majesty."

The Mages of the Order complied and stepped away, giving Angelos plentiful space. The Chaplain pressed his gloved palm against the massive brass structure, feeling an arcane energy flow through his very essence into the unliving metal of the gates, bringing the door's dormant systems to life.

The frame pulsed like a beating heart, and the ancient magics of Axium became its bloodflow as an old and mystical force wove its way through the intricate patterns etched on its surface. The massive gates opened, splitting down the middle and revealing a small path that Angelos proceeded to walk towards.

He turned to face Artrix Phelix and the members of the Order. "Recently, I have felt the presence of several evils within our borders. I wonder..." The High Chaplain seemed lost in thought again as he stepped past, the brass doors closing beind him. "Many calamities are arising. Which is the one that could spell our end?" And with that, the doors closed shut.

[Wixern]

Wixern stepped forwards, the blade shrinking back to its ring form. He reached into his pocket and produced the gun he'd found there. He aimed it at Alpha, looking past the large barrel at the... thing before him. When he'd heard him speak, they were empty words.

'I cannot truly say I am human, either.' Wixern said, pressing the gun softly in the forehead. 'Do not mistake me for their weak kin. Feelings get in the way of decisions. Important decisions.'
He leaned closer, his eyes dark and filled with a certain anger. When he spoke, the familiar tone of malice overpowered his rationality.
'As for me being a monster... I guess you're half right. But it's the half that counts.'

He tightened his grip around the trigger, and took one step back. Shots from the closest range never splattered as nice as those from a few inches off.
'Now, then. Are you ready to leave this place? Once and for all?'

[XKjalX]

Kjalhasson Boudoin

"Kjal, it's been more than five minutes! You gotta--you gotta...Hey, don't block me out!--"

The rustle of leaves was heard once more, but Kjal was too deep in thoughts, looking at his gem...and it was often said, 'what you don't know, won't hurt you'.




...And yet, the gleam of a silver bullet being loaded into a white-runed rifle could be, what as humans often call it, his demise. Another gleam on the white eyes of the person hidden in the bush glinted in the rising sun.

"Stay still, demon, and this will be, indeed, as painless as angelic retribution gets."

[controls]

O SHT KJAL, +REP FOR PICTURE! Uh... once I pass it around some more.

@Kumori: You know, no matter which way I see it, a high-powered sniper bullet to the knee would probably leave Omega in a wheelchair for the rest of the RPG. XP

But I'll see what I can do.

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He tightened his grip around the trigger, and took one step back. Shots from the closest range never splattered as nice as those from a few inches off.
'Now, then. Are you ready to leave this place? Once and for all?'

~*~

Sara took her chance aimed and fired right at Omega's knee, a non lethal shot.

~*~

The bullet whipped sharply through the frozen air, punctuated only by a split-second crack as the sniper rifle released its deadly cargo. Omega's knee burst in a bright display of red as the slug penetrated armor and detonated, fragmenting into smaller shards of lead that ravaged nearby muscle tissue and multiplied the damage. Alpha widened his eyes in surprise before falling on his remaining knee, his teeth gritted.

"No... I can never leave. Remove me, and he dies. Remove him, and I die. We've been inseparable... for four damning years."

The machine placed a hand to his eye. The red was seeping from Omega's iris and returning to a dull, human brown, a sign that Alpha's time in there was almost up. He chuckled to himself.

"You know... the King will be holding a grand banquet.. the perfect time for an invasion, wouldn't you say...? You'd better hurry.. or you're gonna miss one hell of a party..."

The laughter drained from him along with his personality, as Omega's eyes widened in weary surprise. He stared silently at Nathan, then at Wixern, before collapsing from shock, the bodily wounds inflicted taking their toll on him.


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The latest in Travian mobile technology? lol

[Scuba]

Originally Posted by Prinny

"Your sword? I think I've misheard something. I think that's my sword you're talking about."

Agitated at his soon-to-be prize, Raile pointed to his head, saying:

"Or do I have to knock that info in your head myself?"

"Someone who relies on a petty sneak attack will never beat me" Adam said as he pointed up towards the saber.

"Since those two morons ran off to defend their king, I only need to spend half the time to get my sword now. Though three or four extra minutes wouldn't have hurt." he said as he sat back down in his chair.

[kumorilastangel]

Originally Posted by controls

@Kumori: You know, no matter which way I see it, a high-powered sniper bullet to the knee would probably leave Omega in a wheelchair for the rest of the RPG.

In all honesty I thought you would doge it and the battle would be longer. Besides that Sara and one of the other angels can heal but Omega would need time to recover....Under heavy lock and key of course....
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"You know... the King will be holding a grand banquet.. the perfect time for an invasion, wouldn't you say...? You'd better hurry.. or you're gonna miss one hell of a party..."

"Nathan, let me return him to the darkness once and for all." Sara said pointing her rifle at Omega's head.

"No, watch." He said pointing at "Alpha."

The laughter drained from him along with his personality, as Omega's eyes widened in weary surprise. He stared silently at Nathan, then at Wixern, before collapsing from shock, the bodily wounds inflicted taking their toll on him.

Blaine and the other angels arrived shortly after Omega hit the ground.

"Blaine shackle his arms and legs, Sara and Mosses start healing his wounds." Nathan commanded sheathing his sword.

The angels paused for a moment and looked at one another then quickly jumped to their tasks. Blaine produced two pairs of shackles from seemly thin air, a pair for his hands and a pair for his legs. After Omega was shackled he made a few hand gestures and said a short incantation. An angelic binding spell for extra protection. Sara and Mosses knelt next to Omega and began slowly healing his wounds.

"We have to figure out a way to separate Alpha from Omega….." Nathan said thinking out loud.

[controls]

Sereno paced the floors of his office, his hawk-like visage concentrated on the occupant sitting in the chair in front of him. He snapped the velvet window curtains behind him shut with a clenched fist, using more force than was probably necessary. The woman flinched as he repeated this action with each window, nervously fidgeting as he vented out his silent anger. The chairman strode back to his leather seat and sat, allowing his left hand to rest on the desk in front of him, only to reflexively curl and uncurl his gloved fingers.

"I am not happy about this", he began, letting out his anger in controlled bursts. "Sunburg marks another city wiped from the map. And those fools in Axium are pinning the blame on me yet again. You are my ground representative out there, your job is simple. SO WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!"


Ruby Maxwell sat opposite to him, silent. The chairman's very presence seemed to invite disquieting comfort for anyone in the room, even more so when he went into his rages. Her fingers rapidly drummed against her lap, hidden behind the desk by Sereno's glaring eyes. She hated his type. They were like time bombs, you never knew when they were gonna just lose it.

"Virgo's birthday is tomorrow evening; and in lieu of that, the Axium council will throw a grand celebration at the Royal palace." His tone dulled, and Maxwell allowed herself a brief second to breathe. Sereno rose from his desk, his imposing form towering over her in his El-Traccasian armor. "I've recieved word from High Chaplain Angelos that the King may come under attack."

The chairman leaned even closer, his unflinching stare passing through her. "You will go there; participate with the defenses, and let them know that the republic of Travia is their ally."

He hissed each word, his anger seemingly rebuilding from nothing as he continued. "Take a contingent of Iron Knights with you. You will make good your due to this country and to me Maxwell, AND YOU WILL FIX THIS MESS OF YOURS."

[terence775]

"Yes, sir." Artrix replied and stood aside as the High Chaplain went through the doors.

[Scuba]

This is more from Raile's POV
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"Since those two morons ran off to defend their king, I only need to spend half the time to get my sword now. Though three or four extra minutes wouldn't have hurt." he said as he sat back down in his chair.

Raile let his saber return to his hand from the ceiling, an unsatisfied look on his face.

"You say your sword, your sword as if you've already beaten me.." Raile replied coldly.

"It is my sword. I forged it for Ryswick, and he's long dead." Adam stated haughtily. "I'm here to reclaim my property"

"You...made it? Impossible."

"I don't care what you think. I'll be reclaiming my sword then I'm going back home." Adam stated dryly.

"You're not going to help the two that just left?" Raile inquired

"I refuse to waste my magic to warp and help those two emotional morons in the capitol."

A warp to the capitol? Raile thought

Impossible.

Then it must mean.....Brother...

A sudden image flashed into his mind.

The same one. The man. The ruins. The sword...

The Brother.

Torrenora.

Coming back to reality, Raile replied quickly:

"You can... warp?"

"Quite easily, unlike yourself apparently." A small smirk twisted on Adam's lips.

"Maybe we can strike a deal. You take me to the capitol, and I'll forfeit the sword to you." Raile offered, trying his best to ignore the sheer egotism of Adam.

"Hm. That works for me. Using that spell won't harm me any, and I won't have to use much effort to demolish you. Oi old man, You hear that? Hand the sword to me."

"Huh? I can't do that, there needs to be a fight for the spectators!" Sorrian barked.

"Oh well, both of us have more important matters to attend to. You can always try to put up a fight though..." Adam let his hand rest on his sword.

"... Fine, I don't care." Sorrian lost his desire to continue, and produced a long box holding Ryswicks sword. Adam lifted the box and slid it into his hammerspace, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Follow me weakling." A Sudden distortion of space, and a black hole like object suddenly appeared out of thin air.

[Armand]

Character Sheet

Name: Kerae Arkene.

Gender: Male.

Race: Human.

Age: 21.

Weight: 140.

Height: 5”11

History: Kerae Arkene was born in the city of Havani, a place full of evil deeds and outlaws, but traveled to Axium with a caravan of Outlaws who took him in after his mother died, and his father fled from the authorities and never returned when he was only nine.

Once the caravan arrived in the city, Kerae learnt that he was going to be sold into slavery by the wicked merchants of the caravan that had so happily took him in. Escaping in a quiet and effcient show of desperate thievery and murder, Kerae pickpocketed the dagger of a merchant mage, and with it, killed the leader of the caravan. Escaping with the magical dagger, his clothes, and his life, Kerae began a new life, one of training, hard work, and profiteering from his amazing uses of his new signature weapon, the dagger he stole on the day his life changed completely.

Kerae lived on the streets of Axium after that, using his canny wits and outstanding physical qualities to carve a niche of turf for him self in one of the city’s sections. After several months, he was noticed by members of the Axium Assassins and Grey Dust organizations, two of the most powerful combat organizations in Axium.

He ascended the ranks of the Assassin’s AND the Grey Dust’s quickly, again aided by his devious mind, fit body, and the underestimation of one so young by his foes. At some point after that, he left a Captain’s position in Grey Dust organization for full-time employment on missions for the Axium Assassins. Politely disregarding his rank whenever it arose, Kerae quickly became one of the top assassin’s for Axium, and carried out his work efficiently until several years later, when he turned 20, his very first mission went awry. The mission was simple, end the life of a famous metalsmith that was working for Travia. All in all, things would have worked out perfectly, except that a man with long, white hair and an odd katana with a magical resonance stopped him just as he was about to use the magical dagger he stole years ago to end the life of the metalsmith.

After an obviously one-sided fight between the two, Kerae was forced to withdraw with the aid of the minor magic he had at his grasp. Although the minor cantrips and illusions he possessed allowed him to escape, he was reprimanded and demoted several times for allowing such a high importance target to survive. After enduring the humiliation of a failed mission for almost six months, Kerae decided to withdraw from the Axium Assassin’s, which was severly frowned upon by almost all of the higher up commanders. After sending countless assassin’s from the organization to permanently silence Kerae, the Axium Assassin’s leader finally dismissed Kerae to the winds, letting fate damn him to hell rather than lose the next generation of assassin’s completely.

After leaving the stable and rigid military-like lifestyle of the Assassin’s, Kerae drifted from assignment to assignment that he discovered. Working for all sorts of mages, politicians, and military commanders, it was no surprise that he found himself working briefly with forces of The Order, assigned the task by the wizard High Chaplain Angelos. The mission at hand involved the subtle assassination of a cell of radical terrorists that threatened to kill the newly crowned king, Prince Vallon.

The reward, which was enticing indeed, was direct training in the Arcane Arts under the wise and masterful gaze of Angelos himself. Eliminating the entire cell of zealots in a midnight operation involving only a grappel, his trusted dagger, and his slight magical power, Kerae returned to Angelos the next day full of anxiety of his main reward. Studying and training with Angelos for a full year, Kerae ‘Graduated’ from Angelos’ tutelage with a much better knowledge, understanding, and power within the Arcane Arts.

As a parting gift from Master to Apprentice, Angelos had crafted a fine sword to serve as a main hand weapon, while the dagger would serve as a speedy and defensive off-handed weapon. The sword, although it came from a good man, had a slightly Demonic look and feel to it.

The sword itself posesses a slender, razor-edged, gleaming red blade, its length inscribed with designs of cloaked figures and tall scythes, accentuated by a black blood trough running along its center. Running from the pommel towards the crosspiece, the hilt was carved to resemble a backbone and rib-cage, and the crosspiece itself resembled a pelvic skeleton, with legs spread out wide and bent back toward the head, so that the wielder's hand fit neatly within the 'bony' boundaries. All of the pommel, hilt and crosspiece was white, like bleached bones—perfectly white, except for the eye sockets of the skull pommel, which seemed like black pits at one moment and flared with red fires the next. After using the sword in many combat situations, Kerae eventually noticed that wounds inflicted by the blood-red blade simply didn’t heal right when left to mend on their own.

Wandering from mission to mission, Kerae has not yet forgotten the shame and humiliation brought upon him by the white-haired man, and roams the continents, searching for his presence, while simultaneously training his skills to the peak of their abilities.

Description: Standing approximately 5 feet 11 inches, Kerae is both lean, muscular, and agile, with shoulder length black hair and red tips, and favors a trimmed goatee and moustache. Rarely ever laughing or even smiling, the assassin is as well-known for his fearsome glare as he is for his fighting skill; one look from the man has often been enough to stop people in mid-sentence, cowering with fear.



Favors: Efficiency, His work, His magical aptitude.

Hates: Sloppy work, Loud, Sarcastic, and Cynical people.

Personality: Kerae is a professional and always has an air of control about him. Every move he makes or word he speaks is calculated to achieve a desired effect. He never allows emotions or the circumstances, no matter how dire, to master him. Kerae is also terribly cunning, able to outthink as well as outfight his opponents. One aspect of his professionalism that is rare in a man whose business is killing is that Kerae almost never kills unless it is necessary or unless he's been hired to do so. There has been the occasional exception in his past, where Kerae had killed somebody simply because he really wanted to. On two of these three occasions the victim had made the mistake of angering Kerae and provoking him. Kerae has vowed to never leave an enemy in his wake, and does not take threats lightly. For the most part, those who are not enemies of Kerae or his allies have nothing to fear from him.

Combat Skills: Kerae is a tactical master, taking every advantage offered him and seeking to create more. He is also a very fast learner, for example, even if he observes a particular combat maneuver just once or twice, he is able to adapt it to his choice of weapons and duplicate it effectively in battle. He is also excellent at improvising; he can use his surroundings to excellent effect, when he would otherwise be at a severe disadvantage. Kerae is also a consummate warrior, combining his ambidexterity, thieving training, and warrior's weapon skills to be one of the most dangerous assassin’s in Axium.
-Master of Stealth, Thievery, and Assassinations.
-Master Swordsman.
-Fairly Good Marksmanship.
-Intermediate Arcane Spell power, but he posesses amazing control and talent with his abilities. (Almost 75% of his spells are illusions.)

Weapons:

-The Magical Dagger he stole from a Mage in Axium when he was 9. He fondly treats this unnamed blade with love, and takes extreme care of it.
-The fine longsword crafted and enchanted by Angelos, which Kerae has fondly nicknamed Willbreaker.
-A pair of Iron Crow revolvers fitted with custom made suppressors.
-His magical spells and cantrips. (Will post them later, they’re mostly illusions though.)

Artifacts:

Name: Gallantry
Forces: Good
History: A weapon of humble origins, Gallantry was forged by Timaeus as his final test as a Royal Chaplain. Timaeus journeyed throughout his Kingdom to find the components to forge the elegant blade as his weapon of choice as a Royal Chaplain of The Order. Enchanted and blessed by High Chaplain Angelos himself, the weapon is as sharp as the day it was forged. Sporting a strange blue aura around it, Gallantry is Ice Enchanted as serves as a "shield" against magic based attacks.

This blade was taken from the cold, dead form Timaeus after his botched assassination attempt on the life of Artrix within the castle of Axium. It is now in the possession of Kerae.

Powers Granted: Ice Enchanted, Magic Resistance, Decapitation.
Corrupted Powers Granted: Powerless.
Default Holder: Timaeus.
Current Holder: Kerae Arkene.

Name: Bulletproof Vest
Forces: Neutral
History: (Too long for character sheet kthnxbai.)
Powers Granted: Bullet Proof
Corrupted Powers Granted: Incorruptible
Default Holder: Raven, Ken Bauer, T.L.E.A Agents
Current Holder: Kerae Arkene, Raven, Ken Bauer, T.L.E.A Agents

Force: Burning Hell.

Allegiance: Adventurer. (Technically he’d ally himself with anyone who had the proper ‘Incentive’.)

Eye Color: Hazel.

Hair Color: Black with red tips.

Status: ALIVE.

Current Location: In Axium.

[XKjalX]

Ted "Montage" Darthy

Montage had been walking at a certain pace. In this case, it was called "hustling". For no reason, he had been walking quicker than he normally would, but he couldn't think for any reason why would he be hurrying. His blue robes nearly brushed the ground, and his staff occasionally dragged against the ground, and the pistol strap was beginning to numb his skin a bit.

And in the distance, lay a village. On the other way of the path, was the port, but he ignored this fact. Anything unrelated, Montage tended to push it out of his mind.

[God-Splitter]

Originally Posted by controls

"Ah, yes, sir." Artrix paused a moment. "My name is Artrix Phelix, at your service."


Angelos nodded. "Artrix Phelix. A strong name." The High Chaplain stopped before two brass gates, their elongated frames heavily decorated with archaic runes and seals of all sort. The insignia of the Royal family was expertly sculpted in the middle, its declaration of nobility boldly suspended in the air for all to see. Each square inch of the gate seemed to writhe with an invisible power, an undertorrent enchanted by powerful warding spells that repelled the heretic and the daemon alike. The group stopped several feet short of the massive construct, slowing as they came to understand the complexity of the architecture.

The High Chaplain stepped forth. "This is the audience chamber. Wait patiently. Be a keeper of these gates while I speak to his Majesty."

The Mages of the Order complied and stepped away, giving Angelos plentiful space. The Chaplain pressed his gloved palm against the massive brass structure, feeling an arcane energy flow through his very essence into the unliving metal of the gates, bringing the door's dormant systems to life.

The frame pulsed like a beating heart, and the ancient magics of Axium became its bloodflow as an old and mystical force wove its way through the intricate patterns etched on its surface. The massive gates opened, splitting down the middle and revealing a small path that Angelos proceeded to walk towards.

He turned to face Artrix Phelix and the members of the Order. "Recently, I have felt the presence of several evils within our borders. I wonder..." The High Chaplain seemed lost in thought again as he stepped past, the brass doors closing beind him. "Many calamities are arising. Which is the one that could spell our end?" And with that, the doors closed shut.

Slowly the High Chaplain traveled up the spiralling stair case which led to the Castle Keep. His future King was waiting for him there.

He entered the room, smiling at his beloved Prince, whom all his care was focused upon his toys.

Softly he called to him.

"Prince Vallon, tomorrow is you big day!"

Prince Vallon merely nodded and smiled, eyes still glued to his figures.

"Remember my Prince, do not leave my side tonight, or tomorrow no matter what."

Slowly, a man stepped out from the corner of the shadows, revealing himself to be the Royal Chaplain Timaeus. He moved out of the shadows, with Gallantry at his side. He saluted the High Chaplain and nodded.

"I've received word that of the plot for to kill our Prince. My Knights and I came as quickly as possible High Chaplain." Timaeus whispered softly.

"Indeed. No one is to be trusted tonight. No one except for Me."

"Yes my'lord."

"I trust you with his life, Timaeus." Angelos looked at the fragile boy who smiled back at him from half across the room.

"Timaeus, I suspect that the man inside the Chamber's is one of the assassins."

"How so my'lord."

"It wasn't fate that guided him to join the ranks of Royal Chaplain, and The Order tonight; it was purpose. See to it that that man is ended."

Timaeus saluted as he left the room.

Angelos turn to face his beloved Prince.

Tonight, no one is to be trusted. Not Sereno, not Travia, not Axium, not even Timaeus..

[Wixern]

Wixern was still focused on Alpha, his gun still in hand, trembling, anxious to shoot. Even as the angels bound him, he stood with his finger on the trigger.
It wasn't until BSN took his arm and lowered it, looking into his eyes, that he relaxed his grip and looked down.

'I would've done it, too. I would've killed him.' He said, oddly empty. 'What kind of man does that? To kill without hesitation?'
BSN led him away from the others. Their stories would have to wait.
'I'll tell you who would do that. Someone who knows what it takes to deal justice. Someone who doesn't step back when it's time to make the decisions.'
She looked away for a second, and then returned her gaze to him.
'And someone who kills for a living can't have hesitation creep into his work.'

And it all seemed so familiar, so real, to Wixern. He could remember his work as an assassin, working freely for those with enough money to pay him for it. And, at the other side, he remembered his time in the military of Nobar, leading his troops and training them, and feeling the tiniest shimmer of pride as they completed another day of training succesfully.

Most of all, it remembered him of his times with BSN. Whether it was letting her run along on a training day or having her guide the assassination, it was always fun to have her along. And that made it all worthwile. Wixern looked up.

'So... who's our next target?' Wixern said, smiling and looking into BSN's eyes. She returned his smile, and got up.
'I think we'll have to wait until someone gives us a target. Let's see what Nathan and Sara are up to.'

And so, they walked back to Nathan and Sara, BSN's arm around Wixern's waist, looking happy and smiling peacefully.