GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[Wixern]

Anjio concentrated only on the flying demon corpse. He jumped upwards and, with a single slash, severed the body into two clean halves. Too late did he notice the angel casting some form of holy spell. He attempted to dodge, but the spell struck nonetheless. He fell to the ground, clutching his arm and growling in pain.

He released his arm to inspect the damage. It was blackened and hurt worse than any bullet ever would.
'Worthless bird... I ought to rip your head off and feed it to the hounds.' Anjio muttered, more annoyed at the fact that she'd used magic than the fact that he'd been hit. It had always seemed to him that magic was for those who couldn't handle a real battle.

Anjio decided to take a different stance. Right now, the pain was flowing through his body in waves, and it would undoubtedly affect his attacking strength. He therefore took a defensive position, waiting to see what the angel would do next.

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Wixern and BSN saw several men approach the chopper, but that wasn't their main point of concern. Where just a minute ago there had been an enormous ogre, black smoke now covered the area. BSN had watched as something had approached the monster, and she could've sworn she had seen an enormous arm falling onto the ground, seperated from its body.

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@Zeph: Didn't know what that spell was supposed to do, but I figured it was a simple attack spell. If not, I can always edit it later.

[kumorilastangel]

What Sara had waited for had come. She couldn’t hear it but she saw it at the last moment. The slight muzzle flash of a silenced rifle. Moving quickly she deflected the shot away from the meat shield nights and mage, having to jump into the air to do so. Spreading her wings she effectively blocked the view of the mage. Quickly shouldering her rifle and taking aim at where she had seen the almost imperceptible muzzle flash she fired once. "Check." She said slinging her rifle, clapping her palms together and muttering an incantation.

[terence775]

Layne ducked immediately after he shot. He wasn't going to risk getting shot again, in a more vital point.

[XKjalX]

Kjal was soon helped up by something. To the right, he saw a boy wearing a blue robe trying to help him up, but was struggling. When he looked to the left, he saw another boy wearing the same thing and doing the same thing.

Kjal finally pushed himself up.

"Err, thanks...Are you two twins?"

"We're not twins. Call me Montage." said one of them. The other said "...And we don't even exist."

Both gave a smile towards him. Kjal blinked and they were gone. He slowly looked towards the cockpit and asked loudly.

"Hey pilot, do you have any young mages on board?"

The shivering pilot looked towards Kjal, not noticing Kjal's claws and trying not to see the red tide.

"What d'ya mean young mages? What the hell, mate!? We don't have any 'ere--"

The pilot turned his head towards the empty co-pilot seat. He slowly raised an arm and swung it down hard. It met a skull.

Meanwhile, Artrix got on and sat down on a seat.

"Oww--owowwow; damnit dad!"

A spell dispersed in a show of purple arcane energy.

"Ted! Why in deep, cursed hell did you follow me!? I told you to stay in Trivia!"

"But I wanna see my homeland!"

"And now ya did! It's being ravaged! I don't care if ya can trick a whole horde of demons, now I have to take care of ya again!"

"Maybe not..." the boy innocently said.

"NO! I told ya, no adventuring, not even with people ya trust! You'd trust a demonic warlock, if ya had the chance, for god's sake!"

"You never know! He might be good!"

"There ya go again! There's no such thing as a "good" demon! Listen to me Ted, your father might know less things than ya do, but I still know what common sense means, ya young piece of meat! I oughta--"

Kjal stared at the two and got himself up on a seat.

"-Argh, fine, go make the other people get in, I'm not goin' to die here, not while you and ya mother still lives!"

"Damnit, dad..."

"Just go help, and stop swearing to your old man!"

The boy jumped off the seat and moved towards the outside, all the while muttering something angrily. He passed Artrix unknowlingly and gave a glance to Kjal.

"Hey people, would you care to get the hell on the chopper already!?"

The boy with the brown hair, blue eyes and blue robes beckoned to the others outside the helicopter.

Note: I assume the Trivian Transport Chopper is something that looks like a Seaknight/Chinhook helicopter, with a rear entrance only.

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Introducing, Ted "Montage" Darth, a 10-year-old illusionist prodigy.

[XKjalX]

Name: Ted Darthy
Nickname: Montage
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 10
Weight: 40 kg
Height: 100 cm, approximately

History:
Ted Darthy is the son of an Iron Knight's pilot, who originally came from Astra, but had followed his father to Travia. He was technically a mage prodigy, since he managed to cast a spell unconsciously when he was 7. It was believed that he inherited the magic affinity from his grandfather, who was a wizard of Astra. He studied at Axium's magic academy for 2 years, then moved to Travia, since, Travia was looking for millitary workers, his father decided it was a good chance. It was a time of peace then.

Suddenly demons come crashing through hellrifts, and Axium needed more help. Since Travia did not want to lose of their source of magicians, they sent out forces. Ted's father was one of them, as a transport chopper pilot.

Ted was a nuiscance at his academy, where most of the younger students there were older than him, and was often annoyed by him. He didn't actually focus in his studies, and only memorised the illusion spells and several ice spells.

He insisted people call him "Montage". Ted knew it meant something meaning "an art form consisting of putting together various smaller pieces to create a larger work of art". Ted believed this, and his choice of spells do follow with what his nickname means. He likes to follow people around undetected or mess up their sense of hearing with a spell.

Description:
A young child, with messy and limp spiky hair and wears a blue robe.

Favors: People he trusts, illusions, and trickery.

Hates/Dislikes: Deaths, child-like treatment to him, disenchantment, people who can see through his illusions.

Personality: Acts older than he is supposed to be, and hates to be known as a magic child prodigy. He is cheerful and cunning, which is an uncommon personality to have.

Combat Skills:

• Ice spells
  Montage only knows a handful of low level ice spells, since he thought it would be useful, such as Ice Spike and Freeze.
• Illusion Spells
  This is Montage's main skill. He tricks enemies by manipulating sight, smell, hearing, touch and even use force when helping friends or hindering enemies. The force, is of course, not that strong, but is enough to make a mage lose focus.

Weapons:

• Mithril Staff
  A light metal staff that is blue in colour, and is stronger than steel. It is as tall as he is, and is what some people call Montage's security blanket, but he often refers to it as his "defense". It has no magical properties, but Montage can focus spells faster with it, as it seems to have sentimental value to Montage.

Artifact: None

Force: Neutral
Allegiance: Adventurers
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Status: Alive
Current Location: Inside Mt. Axesium

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Lolololol. I'm going to add the "character sheet post" links into my sig for easy refrence.

[terence775]

Artrix wasn't paying attention to the commotion in the helicopter. He sat still, all the time staring at the ground.

[Armand]

^Lolwut Diamond Sword >=3

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Climbing into the chopper, Armand slowly leaned back into an alert, yet resting, position.

Looks like things are going to get messy from here on in...

Damn.

[controls]

Didn't feel right to just artillery-spam the stadium with all those people still in it. (I'm looking at you, player characters.)

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++This is Fable Two, are we clear for bombardment?++


Ruby looked out the porthole of her own private aircraft. The major battles, for the most part, had subsided, but the stadium was now completely overrun by the forces of Hell. Even as she watched, another wave of demons surged through the unprotected gates in a red sea of chittering fangs and talons, scything down what they could.

She smiled. It was too late for them, however. The refugees had already been evacuated, leaving only a few well-protected transports on the ground, and hers in the air. She tapped the microbead in her ear and responded to the waiting artillery team.

++Fable Two, this is Mizer, copy.++


As she waited for their response, she motioned for an Iron Knight to come forth. "Where is Clarisse, the Order mage", she asked. The Knight saluted and responded crisply. "Ma'am, we have confirmed that she is not within one of the transports. Furthermore, the Jotunheim-class frigate we sent has intel that there are still survivors in there." Ruby cursed out loud at hearing the news, her fingers instinctively drumming the arm of her seat. A static signal alerted her of the artillery's response.


++Mizer, this is Fable Two, over.++


++Fable Two, postpone that attack. Vital personnel still within the vicinity.++


++Understood. Fable Two out.++


The Maxwell president sighed, pouring herself another wine glass of Travia's best. "Fifteen minutes", she told herself. "If they haven't reached us in fifteen minutes, we leave."

[Sarcor]

James ran over to the the female mage.

"Come on, let's go, let's GO! MOVE IT!" James yelled at the escort. After what seemed to be a million years, they reached the chopper. "You ready?" James asked, waiting for an answer.

[XKjalX]

Omega was last to be onboard. Unfortunately, a pack of hellhounds was in range. Montage spotted this, took hold of his staff, and chanted something.

A cloud of dust raised up and blocked the view and even the hellhounds were sniffing something, as if something very delicious was in the air.


Steak.

"Dad, move!"

"Alright! Finally!"

The chopper lifted off, and so did several of the last choppers, including Ailysa's and Wixern.

(This assumes Zeph's other char got on. I don't know about Harper, but she can fly. Lol. Maybe you can make her get on before the chopper achieved liftoff. It doesn't matter.)

"Mizer, this is Ferret's Eye, we have the magess and all possible personnel within limit off the ground. Area evacuated." Montage's father responded to the radio.

Montage walked past the ragtag band and took a seat right beside Kjal, busy with some kind of thought.

[Sarcor]

James sighed. He jabbed his high class sword in the floor of the heli, careful not to puncture any important fuel lines. He then sheathed his new crystal sword and started selling his old one.
In return, James asked for one simple thing.
"Does anyone have any sugar?"

[Prinny]

"Here."

The low, soft voice came from the back of the heli, from a young man with dropping blue hair and black cloak, holding a leather sack of what James needed. He threw it at him, and with the other hand, palms facing upward, opened his hand, demanding the sword.

Everyone was surprised. When did this man get on the helicopter? Who is he? A civilian?

Raile sighed, and magically pulled the standing sword back to him, as if gravity wasn't even part of the world for that few seconds. He then gripped onto the sword's handle, muttered a language unheard of by anyone on the helicopter, and the sword just dissolved into thin air.

"High class sword, acquired." He whispered to himself.

[Prinny]

Name: Victor Raile
Nickname: Raile
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Weight: UNKNOWN
Height: 187
History: A man looking for revenge after his own twin brother sold his parents to a science facility, yet he gets captured as well. Experimented with implants, Raile was implanted with BGC, a prototype implant whose properties are unknown up to this day. This implant was made by the remains of his mother, who contained a high level of a rare substance able to manipulate an unknown element.
Description:
A man with dropping azure blue hair, wearing a black cloak with some metal chains around it.

Favors :Taking on Bounties, eating sugar, taking naps
Hates :Anyone who interferes him with his naps, conversations
Personality: Impatient, Uncaring, sadistic.
Combat Skills: Using gravitational magic, he handles the swords (which he materializes out of thin air) in a stance of different kinds of swordsmen: Knights, Samurai, Ninjas, Gladiators, etc. yet his hands aren't even touching the swords themselves. This is a technique he made himself, called 'Sword Dancing', where the direction, power, and angle of his arms affect the kind of attack his 'flying' swords are going to do. Takes loads of stamina to do though.
Weapons: High class sword, Steel Cutlass, The Phantom-Slaying Dagger
Artifact: The Phantom-Slaying Dagger
Force: Neutral
Allegiance: Adventurer
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Azure Blue
Status: ALIVE!
Current Location: Science Facility of Axium.
***EDITED AS OF 07/09/08***

[XKjalX]

"Where'd you come from? I didn't see you come in the helicopter..." Kjal asked, resisting from pointing using his claws, which was one of his simple habits.

Montage raised his eyebrow at Kjal's twitch while asking the question.

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Prinny, since when do you own a "Carcasser" artifact. Does it even exist in Splitter's list?

[_Zephyre_]

(Okay, Kjal, I'll assume that Ivan got onto the disguised Slighthand Mobile Armoury.)

Noticing her opponent wounded and taking up a defensive stance, Harper raised her blade to press the attack. A gentle probing in her mind stopped her.

Harper, we're leaving before they decide to carpet bomb the area. What's left of the refugees are also aboard the vessels. We'd best be protecting the aircraft.

Harper paused, glancing around her as she kept her distance from the demon. Only angels and demons remained locked in battle within the stadium - an ironic reflection of the eternal war within the Rift.

Get out of my head, Caspian. How did you manage to-
What? You're leaving yourself open like...
Like what?

Harper took to the sky, leaving the demon behind.

...Caspian?