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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2018 16:29:25 GMT -5
“Mademoiselle Frewin,” Blaise said abruptly, stepping forward just enough to be seen and heard without necessarily volunteering of this whole ‘swift merciful end business.’ “Truly you’re as lovely as ever,” he offered with chaste courtesy and a bow more suited to an elegant drawing room then a stand-off. “Even these blasted sands only accentuate the soft café au lait of your storied eyes.” Half-teasing courtly pleasantries ended with a with a preliminary: “So … Monsieurs Hulbert and Wolfram have made themselves…” A furtive glance at Dieter betrayed brought on a brief stammer. “A-abundantly c-clear.”“ But what about you?” He inquired with an attempt to directly lock gazes with Cassialyn . “Seeing as all this impeding bloodshed is solely for your sake, it seems like your opinion is that one that actually matters no?” Brown eyebrows raised into the sorcerers’ tousled hairline, as if daring her to try and disagree that this wasn't all ultimately on her head. “Look hun,” Blaise preempted, airy tenor betraying exasperation as he scraped at sunburned cheeks. “I’ve heard there’s actually more to you then High Blood and a willowy damsel routine that gets the brutes all hot-blooded and valiant.” Big blue eyes rolled between Sir Hubert and Wolfram before returning to Cassialyn’s face with a knowing smirk, as if congratulating her on havoc well-wrought.
“So riddle me this Frewin”The mage spread his arms out briefly to encompass the soon to be sandy-bloodbath. “Ready to stand by while your inamorato incubus dissevers us into lean meat?” Blaise gave the young woman a minute to think on the myriad consequences before continuing. “Do you really,” he sneered, “imagine a dalliance with a demon to be based on anything but a lie?” Blaise folded his arms and shook his head as if dismissing unspoken girlish fantasies. “I don’t take you for that much of a fool, nor believe you deserve to lose your immortal soul, but sweet and merciful God girl,” a sharp tone and ‘are you kidding me’ stare bid Cassialyn to look around at all the lying men in her life about to paint the sand red. “…wake up and look around!” “Listen,” Blaise’s insisted, tone and boyish features softening. “It doesn’t have to involve Mila, nor even your tryst. Please,” the sorcerer implored with a small step forward. “If you actually bear Helios’ Ambition or even Monsieur Wolfram any affection, then do what best for them.” An outstretched hand offered the clean way out. “Come with us,”
1) Intimidated by all this execution talk, Blaise attempts emotional manipulation to sow uncertainty 2) Blaise will attack next round Ramza Beoulve Dieter Wolfram Cassialyn Frewin
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Aug 6, 2018 14:03:27 GMT -5
 * Cass was worried about Dieter's earlier statement about not leaving without both of them in tow. How was she supposed to risk Mila's life for her own freedom? It just wasn't logical to her. She wouldn't be harmed. Mila, she couldn't promise the girl's safety. But, she guessed that Dieter had something up his sleeve. If things got fishy, she'd likely turn herself over so that the two of them could get out of there. She was sure that Dieter would come rescue her after the fact if things didn't go their way. The dancer glared at her ex-fiance. Why would he do such a thing? It was clear she was going to fight and make his life hell. What was the point of all this? Dieter spoke up in her place about the trade and she let out a relieved sigh. She wasn't the best at confrontations or fights. It really was a relief that Dieter was taking over the negotiations. Honestly, Drake had a better chance of responding to the Dark Knight's demands. He had threatened and intimidated the man before. Maybe he could do it again. When Blaise started to speak with her, she blinked at him. It had been a while since she'd been referred to as a 'mademoiselle'. It was nice, but not so much in the current context. The young woman watched him closely. What she wanted was for Mila to be returned safely and Dieter and her to be able to leave unharmed. Her leaving as well would be a perk, but that wasn't possible without bloodshed that she really didn't want to be the cause of. Cass let Blaise finish before she replied. "Sir, all I want is to take Mila back to her home and you people to just leave me be. But, we can't all get what we want. I'll fight if I have to, but I don't want to. I also would appreciate if you'd all stop calling Dieter a demon. Yes, he's a Dark Knight. But you people are the demons siding with a jealous snake like Drake. Preying on innocent children and women." She ignored the comment about him being her lover. It wasn't any of their business. She figured she'd let Dieter fight and she could always turn herself in if the fight starts looking like it's leaning in Drake's favor.
Drake listened to the two of them as they spoke. He was extremely amused by Dieter taking over the discussion. Honestly, this is how he expected it to go down. "Well, that's where you're wrong. This time you don't have your little clan with you. So, I'd like to try and avoid any unneeded blood shed. But, I have no plans to leave without Cassialyn." Dieter had addressed him directly before speaking to the others as a group. Drake smirked a bit in amusement at his attempt. It wouldn't get him anywhere. He'd actually picked better hands this time, all having actual references. The biggest perk being that they felt they were doing good by defeating a demon, and they were. This meant he could get his fiance back without needing to kidnap her. It was perfect. Only Dhrizuk knew his true intentions. He'd given the monk a look with his statementm, but turned his attention back to Dieter when he spoke up. "You already know the answer. But, I won't be the one begging for my life." His eyes shifting briefly over to Blaise as he spoke directly to Cass, rolling them a bit at the attempt. But, if it worked he couldn't complain.
The monk smirked a bit at Dieter's dig towards him. The guy wasn't wrong. Dhrizuk had left Drake behind last time. But, it was in the defense of his own clan members. This time it was just him and he planned to see this thing through to the end. That was probably the funniest part of it all. He didn't care about anything else. He wasn't threatened by the lack of a swift end or anything. He wanted a real fight and he intended to get that. But, he was surprised when Dieter addressed him directly. "Leverage? Not at all. Using her as incentive for you to sstick around? Abssolutely. I’m here to get a rematch, Knight. Hurting kidss issn’t my thing. Well keep her outta harmss way over here till after. Esspecially ssince I'd perssonally prefer there not being a trade." This earned him a nasty glare from Drake. "Oh, and I wass involved in her kidnapping. Sso, you can't promisse me my life thiss round. Though, I do appriciate your ssparing my clanss lasst time." The monk did have some respect for him. Dhruzik picked the girl up and moved to set her back and out of the way. Drake could keep a handle on a little kid when the fight broke out. His holding the girl was only to prove to Dieter that she was alive and healthy still. No one actually thought that Drake would harm the kid. The monk cracked his fingers and glanced at Drake. Drake nodding and giving them the okay to attack. "Here we go!" The monk started off with an Aurablast, using his spirit to attack his distant foe, Dieter. This led him to move quickly down the cliff-side to be on more even ground. He knew that the blue mage and Ramza would be involved soon and would provide backup if necessary or would get Cass out of the way. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Aug 7, 2018 4:41:51 GMT -5
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The Dark Knight’s dusky jade eyes drifted from Drake towards the Blaise, his facial muscles tightened as he’d strained to mask his disgust for the Blue Mages’ baroque word choice. His efforts were commendable, albeit, they’d accomplished little more than earning him the Dark Knight’s ire. Yes, Dieter’s gaze had grown increasingly frigid, his scarcely reigned in fury crept daringly closer to the surface. At some point or another, Blaise made it apparent that he understood, neither Drake or himself were willing to compromise – their terms made abundantly clear to the rival party. What a persistent wretched thorn in my side , The Archdaemon venomously internalized, detesting how he’d attempted to appeal to the part of Cassialyn that didn’t desire to fight.
Truthfully, it was an admirable gambit, it held a fair chance of succeeding. Dieter wholeheartedly prayed for Cassialyn to dismiss the notion entirely, to further instill the notion that the once-caged songbird wouldn’t sing for her delusional “master”. If there was ever an instance, Dieter would have relished Cassialyn’s quick wit, fiery temper and crass tongue – it was this very instance. Dieter’s unoccupied hand clenched at his side, Blaise’ disrespectful affiliation with a lowly demon of carnal desires – the difference was akin to comparing heaven and earth. However, Blaise’s next insinuation cut him to the very core, it’d pained him to admit that nearly the entire premise of his relationship with Cassialyn was based on an elaborate lie.
Was there a single ounce of truth to their implied relationship? Yes, The Dark Knight would swear an oath on Lord Belias’ name that his feelings for her were genuine. If anything, Dieter’s reluctance to part ways with her, even if it’d “promised” him Mila’s safety served as further proof. When Blaise took a step forward in their direction, Dieter’s grip upon his blade shifted, one could see that almost every muscle lining his body had tensed. Dieter’s blade inched outwards, its’ cumbersome bulk crept out in front of Cassialyn in an almost defensive manner.
“Cassialyn, if you genuinely care for me, stand by my side… Our time together thus far has been short, regardless, it pains me to imagine a day without you in it.”
Dieter replied in a hushed whisper, one that was nearly drowned out by the howling winds that swept through the Wyrm’s Nest. Drake’s retort solidified the Dark Knight’s thoughts, this faux knight was undoubtedly delusional – did he truly believe that Dieter required the entirety of Clan to snuff out his pitiful existence? Dhrizuk’s retort prompted the corner of Dieter’s lips to twitch, the faintest hint of a bloodthirsty grin present upon his features. His grin only intensified as Dhrizuk openly admitted that he wouldn’t harm Mila, ushering her to stay out of harm’s way – despite earning the ire of his employer.
The Bangaa Monk’s honourable nature shocked the Dark Knight to his core, his eyes widening as he’d openly confessed his involvement with kidnapping Mila – knowing full well that Dieter intended to slaughter those whom had desecrated his “sanctuary.”
“I commend you for your honesty, I swear it on my honor that I will grant you death befitting of your character.”
Dieter replied as Dhruzik cracked his knuckles, uncertain of the Bangaa had heard his proclamation. However, his eyes widened in surprise as Dhruzik made the first move, a compressed blast of his spirit. Dieter stepped forward without hesitation, positioning himself directly in front of Cassialyn – just in case it veered off course. Much to his surprise, the Aurablast remained steady, exploding harshly against his torso with the force of a Blacksmith’s hammer as it’d slapped against an anvil. It was enough to draw a pained groan from his lips and cause him to hunch forward a bit – slightly winded. However, Dieter’s retaliation began as his blade plunged into the ground and he’d began to murmur to himself.
“Oh spirits housed within my blade, I emplore ye awaken from thy eternal slumber, bestow upon me uninhibited vigor, cut away my mortality, erect thy ramparts of forgotten kingdoms, Kiyomori, Masamune.”
With the completion of the chant, one could see the magick energies converge and explode outwards, a protective shell that buffered against both physical and magical damage forming around himself and Cassialyn. However, one could also notice that their movements were far crisper as they’d also found themselves blessed Haste, Shell, Protect, and Regen , with his ground work laid out. Dieter’s hand grip on his blade tightened as he’d wrenched is blade up with such force that when he swung it, one could see a compressed blade of wind arc off in Blaise’ direction.
change. Its’ activation is prompted by his blade being placed into the ground, causing an orange pentagram to be momentarily visible. Those within the pentagram are blessed with a boon of haste and minor regen. [ These effects are limited to three, including the caste. Haste: 3 Round Duration. Regen: 3 Round Duration, heals a Moderate Injury in that time. Cooldown: 5 Posts. ]
Kiyomori: An art rumored to awaken the spirits associated with the unyielding presence of steel. Its’ activation is signaled by a verdant will-o-wisp emerging from the blade, it spirals around its’ caster and those within its’ vicinity before disappearing. Those blessed will find they are shielded against both magical and physical attacks. [ Protect & Shell : Dispelled after 2 Posts or after being hit by either a Moderate or two Light attacks of their corresponding defense. Cooldown: 4 Posts.]
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Wind Slash: A blade art rumored to borrow a figment of the Scion of the Wind’s might, Chaos the Wheel Walker, temporarily bestowing it upon the wielder’s blade. Once the blade has been successfully imbued, when swung a blade of compressed wind is launched in the direction swung, due to its’ nature, it permits the user to strike down foes from afar. [ Light Knockback, Medium Damage] Cooldown: 3 Rounds
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Post by Ramza Beoulve on Aug 8, 2018 22:19:36 GMT -5
Location: Ivalice - Past (XII) Mood: Confused, Conflicted Status: Well Ramza quickened his pace as he started hearing the first sounds of battle, of spells being cast and blades being put to use. He arrived to the clearing just as Dieter casted his spell on himself and his companion, Lady Frewin. Normally, Ramza would have powered up himself and striked for the kill; however, doing so would certainly alert his target. His advantage was surprise - the sand and the winds muffled his steps. And yet, with Dieter's protective spell, the knight wasn't sure he could take the demon down in one clean hit like he hoped to. With the hand on the hilt of his blade, Ramza pondered. This moment of doubt gave him the seconds he needed to survey the arena, something he hadn't managed to do so until now. He was merely looking for alternative angles of attack while Dieter prepared his strike against someone Lord Drake's group, but... Wait. That face... Ramza recognized someone in the group of mercenaries hired by his client, and his stomach convulsed with rage. That face! He would never forget that face! That wretched rascal, who almost killed him, Tifa and Beatrix back in Traverse Town, for no reason other than his own vileness! What was the bastard doing here?! Looking a bit more to the right, Ramza noticed a girl, whose frightened look and mild bondage gave clear indicators of an unwanted stay. A hostage, perhaps? What in the name of Ajora was going on here?! Those two facts - Blaise's presence and the apparent hostage - immediately threw Ramza's allies into suspicion. As Dieter released his strike, sending a wave of energy against Blaise from his sword, Ramza found himself conflicted. On one hand, it was clear that Drake was up to something less than honorful. And yet... the demon. Drake's insistence on the story did not strike Ramza as a fabrication. He would bet there was true on that, even if all else were lies and slander. Which means that, in this confused situation, there was only one thing certain: Cassialyn Frewin was in danger. Ramza would not be the puppet of vile machinations. Not again! Sharpening his focus, Ramza advanced, now with clear intent - the intent to protect. Casting Tailwind on himself, Ramza increased his speed; he dashed light on the sand, making little to no noise as he gained the few meters left between himself and Demon, hopefully staying undetected. When he was close enough, he Rushed in Cassialyn's direction. He wasted a fraction of a second grabbing her by the torso, before Rushing once more, to the right, turning midair to face the demon. This would put some space between Cassialyn (and himself) and the Demon. Hopefully, the rest of Drake's allies would keep Dieter too busy to be able to react to Ramza's swift rescue of the fair maiden. Speaking of which, if Ramza succeeded, Lady Cassialyn would surely be extremely confused. Unfortunately, there was no time to explain - and Ramza himself didn't properly know what he was doing, as he merely went with his guts. "Milady, I'll keep thy safe. Please stay behind me." He did his best to imbue these words with his good intentions - but, unfortunately, good intentions often go unrewarded. He'd have to see how this went. He unseathed his sword, readying it in front of himself in case anyone attacked, but would remain in the defensive for now otherwise.
Summary: Ramza realizes Drake's party is not good. Decides to protect Cassialyn, quickly closing in with Rush, grabbing her and moving away equally fast. Trying to stay undetected until the moment of the abduction.
TAILWIND ON RAMZA: 3 MORE TURNSTAILWIND COOLDOWN: 1 MORE TURN
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*Tailwind: Increases the speed of one ally, or self. The effect stack cumulatively between multiple uses. Cooldown doubles each time it is used in someone who is already under the effect of the buff. [Duration: 3, CD: 1]
*Rush: Exactly what it says - Ramza rushes towards the enemy (Or towards any direction) with a dash. Its main asset is mobility, allowing Ramza do defy gravity for an instant. [Three uses per post, CD:0].
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Blaise groaned as he picked himself up, vainly dusting off burning sand from his clothes and chapped face. The desert sun was momentarily just a watery blur as the mage tried to force his thoughts past the dammed ringing in his ears. More words were exchanged across the battlefield, but they were lost in the ache that throbbed with heartbeat rhythm in his temples. Moments passed and his surrounding popped into clarity again like the humors of the inner ear at great elevation. A hand gingerly placed to the back of his head came back with a smear of gravel and blood. A glance back at the sandstone cliff-face he’d been propelled into confirmed that despite the pain, Blaise had his birth-stars to thank for not receiving trepanation from the sagittal stones. His bruised ribs ached from the sprint back to his companions ranks. That Sir Wolfram’s blade arts were advanced enough to not be limited to the fray was solid tactical information, but did said recon have to be inflicted on his tender lovable personage? Blaise’s inner narrative of self-pity was brought to a screeching halt as his surveying gaze momentarily locked with amber eyes narrowed with wrath. Sandy eyebrows scrunched together pitifully as the sorcerer fought past his concussion to place faces. The memory of lamp-lit streets and a depressing failure of a looting expedition brought on recognition and long gulping swallow in Blaise’s dry thought. One of those fighters from the Second District… Things devolved further when the young warrior utilized some sort of aerokinesis to swoop in and separate Cassialyn from both sides. The quaint storybook chivalric damsel saving would’ve been more charming if it didn’t threaten to shake this ambush to pieces. Feeling this concussion becoming a migraine, Blaise attempted to muster his wits. Retrieving Cassialyn and delivering her to Drake was their main objective. With that understood, question one was: did Sir Blondy or Sir “ Grant you a death befitting your character” prove the greatest obstacle to achieving this? Blaise’s intuition and protesting ribcage said Dieter was. Question two then, what was Dieter’s ultimate objective? Undoubtedly it was to retrieve Milo and Cassialyn. Thus Sir Blondy still worked to their purposes regardless. The next step was clear. “My lord,” murmured Blaise cautiously, hoping to assuage Sir Hulbert’s probable wrath. “Perhaps we should capitalize on our greater numbers while Sir Wolfram’s priorities are divided. Our companion going off-script can be dealt with later.” Not having any more time to spare extrapolating, Blaise applied himself to dealing with this new twist. A low chant in the glottal tongue of the mountain gigas sent gravel dancing across the trembling sand. At the geomancy’s height Blaise threw his hands upward. “Rise!” A deafening crack accompanied the rending of bedrock. Jagged promontories of stone jutted upward where Ramza had departed with Cassialyn, forming a makeshift barricade of sandstone across the canyon floor. Hopefully it would temporarily cut off pursuit from Dieter, limit his mobility, and prevent any Helios’ Ambition teamwork for now. Having seen how the Heartless streamed hungrily towards the Light in the Sir Blondy’s Heart, Blaise was confident that the traitor would do his upmost to keep Cassialyn perfectly safe. The battlefield simplified some, Blaise felt free to strengthen their assault. Drake’s enthusiasm was in question, but Dhruzik had showed a splendid go-get-em attitude. The Blue mage moved his steepled fingers through a series of claw-like gestures. "We call to you master of the rift.
Stir in the midnight void.
A name in blood, a pact of ruin.
Great Bahamut, grant us your bond
Eternal and unyielding.
Shoulder the sky. Enfold the earth."A long serpentine form of incandescent green slithered out from Blaise’s outstretched hand. The ghostly dragon coiled around Dhruzik till that verdant glow completely suffused his body, the Dreadwyrm’s power backoning forth the untapped potential within the Bangaa’s Heart. Summary
Blaise is slammed into a canyon wall by the knockback from wind-slash, taking extra damage1)Blaise uses an action to get up and back within combat range
Blaise takes a calculated risk and reasons that Cassialyn being separated from Dieter serves his purposes better then dividing firepower between both Dieter and Ramza.
2)Blaise uses Quake to create a rocky rampart to aid Ramza’s escape and make it appear to Dieter this was just ‘all according to plan’
3) Blaise casts Dragon Force on Dhruzik, increasing all his physical and magical damage by one tier.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Aug 10, 2018 15:28:40 GMT -5
* Cass could tell how angry Dieter was getting and she couldn't blame him. The young dancer was just as frustrated and upset with the situation, and she wasn't the one being called a demon. Drake was simply afraid of Dieter, it was that simple. Cass simply touched the hand that had tightened on his blade. It was extremely brief, but she didn't want him to get caught up in the anger that he sometimes tended to do. Cass had seen it first hand. It was like someone else took over in those moment and forgot about everything that was going on around them. It was extremely frightening. She really didn't want to see that here and now if she could help it. His next words to her actually brought a soft smile to her face, along with a faint blush. He couldn't imagine being without her? It was exciting to feel this feeling of want and affection. Cass nodded from his protection. "...I don't plan to go anywhere without you." She agreed, touching his arm softly as she worked to try and form some sort of plan of action for the two of them. The attacks started abruptly and she didn't have anymore time to do any planning. Dieter took the monk's first attack and cast some buffing abilities on her. It would certainly help things as she shifted her arm from his to start her first dance. Sadly, she was interrupted by being grabbed and swept off her feet. The woman hadn't even heard her kidnapper. All she could do was let out a startled higher pitched yell. The woman heard the voice speak to her, stating that he was there to save her. The woman was placed back on her feet and he took a stand in front of her. Blaise's comments making her realize that he was on their side. She was not going back with Drake. Cass pulled her newer weapon from her side, expanding it to a full length spear. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt anyone. So, she did what she thought was best. She attacked him from behind, holding the spear with both hands and she used the metal bar to push hard against his back, hoping to knock him forward into the sand to make her escape back to Dieter, seeing the Monk creating a shockwave. It was like deja vu all over again. She stopped to move in a circular motion, dancing in place as she caste Polka on the Monk. Hopefully it would decrease his attack power a little more. Her second movement was on Blaise. She continued the dance to attempt casting Heathen Frolick on everyone, including Ramza.
The bangaa didn't pay much mind to Dieter's comments about his life. In Dhruzik's mind, he didn't really see it going to the point of life or death. He had no intention of killing the dark knight. He had full intention of proving that he was the stronger one and could win in a fight one on one. He loved a good challenge. It was the reason he'd taken this quest on, not for the gil but the chance to take on Dieter again. It had been a match that he had been interested in seeing continue had his clan not needed his help getting them out safely. "Sshould I be offended that you're blowing me off now?" Dieter had attacked Blaise. Dhruzik was pleased to see his Aurablast hit pretty spot on. He had been sure to keep Cassialyn out of harms way. He didn't want her. His target was Dieter as he got to the same level as Dieter and started to prep his next attack. But, his eyes shot to the movement from behind them. It seemed Ramza had taken the perfect opportunity to get Cass out of the way. That meant he could stop pulling his punches. The monk stopped and positioned himself before laying a nice hard Shockwave in Dieter's direction. Hopefully it would make him lose his footing and give Ramza the chance to get Cass up to Drake. He could certainly hold him off while the group retreated with her. It was funny though. He felt the power boost from Blaise, but the decrease in power from Cassialyn at the same time, almost cancelling each other out. Yet, Blaise's magic was slightly stronger. He could still feel the slight boost. It actually made the monk laugh a bit in the middle of battle. "Sshe'ss really got ssome sspunk."
Drake was furious, absolutely livid. That would be obvious to anyone looking at the knight. Ramza had certainly gone off script. "What is he DOING!? He's come in FAR too soon...." The knight spoke quietly to Blaise and himself. "If he continues to play off script, we can kill him too... But yes, we should focus on Dieter first. He is the priority." He instructed Blaise. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Aug 12, 2018 5:31:58 GMT -5
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Dieter’s verdant eyes narrowed decisively, his heightened senses detecting Ramza’s presence just milliseconds before the youth’s arms had encircled Cassialyn’s waist. Her whispered sweet-nothings and affirmative touches upon his arm still fresh within his memory as she was wrenched away from his side with a high-pitched scream. In that very instance, Dieter’s world ground to an abrupt halt, the blood coursing through his veins went frigid. His head craned in Ramza’s direction just as Blaise’ handiwork became apparent, innumerable jagged stalagmites and pillars of compressed earth rose jutted towards the heavy. Even with his kinds’ monstrous strength, Dieter wasn’t so self-delusional as to believe that he tears the earth asunder with ease – not like he could the foes before him.
A muted static flooded Dieter’s senses, suddenly, the words chanted by Blaise, spoken by Dhurzik, reassuring whispered by Ramza, and screeched by Drake had become nothing more than background noise – their meanings lost upon him. Dieter’s upper body dropped forward abruptly, the jerky motion paramount to a marionette that had its’ strings cut. With newfound clarity, a soft feminine voice echoed throughout his subconscious, its’ enticing whispers urging him to unleash the Darkness that he’d kept dormant within himself – insisting that he’d kept it caged for far too long. In response to the voice’s seductive allure, one could see that the glyph engraved upon the back of his right hand had flared to life.
Its’ previously dull amaranthine ink began to gradually grow more vibrant, its’ color intensifying with each palpation of his heart – onlookers would swear that it was visibly pulsating. Somewhere along the line, despite Dieter’s entranced state, the Daemon registered Dhruzik’s approach. The Dark Knight’s lips tugged upwards, spreading unthinkably wide to reveal his teeth, which had visibly warped becoming more beast-like in nature. It made no effort to dodge the Monk’s second assault, his body being propelled backwards into the pillars of stone with bone-jarring force. Dieter’s head slumped forward, his blade shooting downwards into the ground as a make-shift anchor.
“Why? Why does it seem that every time I find even the most remote happiness, that wretched mankind deem acceptable to rip it so selfishly away… Haven’t I suffered enough?”
With each whispered word that slipped from the Dark Knight’s lips, one could see that a thick onyx miasma had begun to ooze from his being. The necrotic aura surrounding him tainted the very air, poisoning it with a tangible frigidness, one that vigilantly attempted to snuff out any trace of life that it encountered. What transpired next though, it was genuinely the thing of nightmares – a vision that was liable to haunt Blaise, Dhurzik and Blake’s minds for a manner of time. Every bone in Dieter’s body produced a gut-wrenching crunch, his spine forcibly elongating at such speed that it stretched his skin paper thin before it’d split it open.
His platinum blonde tress shifted as the front of his skull bulged obscenely, the skin splitting open to allow to obscene ram-like horns to grow outwards. Strangely enough, centered in the middle of the two protrusions sat an embedded crystal, its’ vibrant gold structure the very manifestation of Dieter’s experience – a rare item known as a Soul Crystal. When Dieter’s eyes flittered open, the once lackluster jade had been replaced by an iridescent gold, one that was surrounded by an unending sea of black that was his sclera. Without a doubt, the abomination and afront to God that stood before them was without question not a human.
The next thing that happened was that Dieter’s spine arched, his chest cavity seizing as he’d let out a ear-shattering roar that rivaled a Wyrm’s enraged cry. In the next instance, Dieter’s aura darted outwards, attempting to encircle Dhurzik and Blaise, with the intent of binding them in place with terror, if it wasn’t successful, he could at least draw their ire – long enough for a certain miniscule black mage and dancer to potentially escape without notice. Alas, Dieter’s assault was far from over, his lips twitched, rapidly moving as he’d recited a lengthy incantation in what seemed to be the blink of an eye.
“Oh Divine Mother, answer your child’s prayers, bathe thy foes in thy purifying flames and absolve them of their sins – Hellfire.”
Dieter said with unwavering devotion, his scornful gaze affixed on a spot amid the enemy’s formation. For a fraction of a second, it’d seemed apparent that Dieter’s casting had failed. However, one could see an extensive glyph forming itself upon the ground, rapidly spreading across the battlefield, not a word was spoken as amaranthine flames exploded upwards from the glyph, bathing the center of the battlefield with such sweltering heat that one could see the ever-shifting sands freeze in mid-air, vulcanized into unmoving glass. Whether or not it hit any of its’ intended targets was irrelevant, no, Dieter wanted them to understand their folly.
Knowing that Blaise and Drake were both well out of his strike range for the time being, the enraged Daemon’s attention turned towards the stone that stood behind him. A maniacal grin spread across his features as he brought his blade to the side, one could sense the Darkness within him bubbling forth as it’d enhanced his already titantic strength to unwitnessed levels.
“CRUSHING BLOW!”
Dieter roared as he’d enhanced it to its’ absolute limit, his blade connecting with the pillars with explosive force, not only had it managed to cleave into them but the sheer weight behind his blow was enough to clear a small path through the earth – albeit not wide enough to grant him passage. It was enough that Ramza and Cassialyn could both witness the demonic visage that was Dieter’s truest form…
“Forgive me Cassialyn… ”
Dieter whispered softly, his tone greatly contrasting his actions. One could see that his golden eyes momentarily softened after he’d affirmed her safety…
Aeternalis Militis: Driven by the desperate desire to protect those dear to him, Dieter momentarily surrenders himself to the Darkness kept at bay within his heart through sheer willpower. Its’ corruption is made apparent by the thick miasmatic onyx aura that emanates from his body, permeated thickly with the cold chill of death’s eternal embrace. It is noted upon activation, Dieter’s hume glamour is automatically dispelled revealing his Archdaemon form. In addition, when previously mentioned aura is directed outwards, it can ensnare up to two targets, possessing a small chance to inflict the status effect Terror [ Terror is determined by a 1D10, 1 is effective, is rolled induvial for each target.] { If afflicted, target is prevented from both magical or physical attacks and is locked in place for one round.} However, if they are not afflicted with terror, they have a chance of being afflicted with the status effect Decoy [ Decoy is determined by a safe roll of 1D10, if 7, targets will forcibly target Dieter for one round regardless of proximity of other foes ] Cooldown: 4 Rounds ( Inflicts no Damage )
Monk's Terror:jopLtlMS1-10
Blaise's Terror: 1-10
Monk's Decoy:1-10
Blaise' Decoy: 1-10
Hellfire: The truest mastery of fire-elemental magick, its’ only known previous wielder, Belias the Gigas – one of the fated twelve and scion of Flames. However, its’ power was inherited by another, Dieter Wolfram, Belias’ the Gigas Dark Templar. Those capable of wielding such devastating magick are regarded as Monsters . When cast, it is capable of dealing Critical damage to a singular target. Unlike third-tier and below magick, Hellfire has two innate abilities Magick Pierce unlike its' predecessor, it completely negates any form of magick defense ( to include variations of Shell, Reflect ) [Cooldown: 7 Post or Usable once per thread] (if anyone wants to take splash damage, that is fine, it wasn't directed at any one in particular)
Belias' Dark Templar: A glyph on the back of Dieter’s right hand radiates a faint burgundy glow, pulsating in synchronize with his own heart – proof of an oath sworn to the Scion of Hellfire, Belias the Gigas. Sealed within are many secrets, many of which are unknown to Dieter. Although, he has discovered that it contains Belias’ research regarding the Dark Arts and Arcana. By decipher extensive formulas, Dieter has further trodden down a path he can’t disembark – furthering his ties to the Darkness. In doing so, Dieter has crippled his ability to channel divine energy [restriction of Paladin & Holy abilities]. In exchange, Dieter’s mastery of the Darkness has increased significantly [ with the exception of Unholy Sacrifice, In exchange for a boost in power, Dieter suffers an increased cooldown.] (1 – Light to Medium; 2- Medium to Heavy; 3 -Heavy to Massive – causes ability lockout for the remainder of a thread). Dieter understands that Darkness is more than it seems, its’ nature is negativity and as such has discovered how to weave more effective blights into his sword arts. [ 10% increase in status effects landing, roll 1D10 – status effects hit if 3 or number specified in ability are rolled.]. Dieter’s training has allowed him to maintain his mastery of the blade, enabling him to brandish two-handed weapons with one hand and no penalty to strength or speed. [ Passive ] [ Boosted Crushing BLow to Massive Damage]
Crushing Blow: An unhallowed art designed to instill their enemies with unrelenting fear in the presence of their umbra-clad blade. By doing, they not only deal physical damage, minor darkness damage, and lastly has 10& chance to recreate their foes’ subconscious fear inflicting Stop upon them. [ Roll: 1d10 if 7 inflcited with stop. ] [ Duration: 1 post, Cooldown: 4 ]
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Post by Ramza Beoulve on Aug 14, 2018 21:36:03 GMT -5
Location: Ivalice - Past (XII) Mood: Enraged, Determined Status: Light Injuries (Back) Ramza could not hide his delight when the little rascal got put in his place. The Demon's attack surely made a number on his frail body; he was slow to rise and strumbled lightly in place. Despite that, his actions worked in Ramza's favor. He closed the way between the Demon and himself, giving Ramza a moment of reprieve to think. Unfortunately, the moment was brief - A strike from the pole of a spear hit him from behind, knocking Ramza into the sand. The mind-control spell. Of course. He couldn't lose time; Lady Cassialyn's life might depend in his sift action. He got up as quickly as he could, stepping forward to keep himself between Cassialyn and the wall that hid Dieter for now. The Lady had started a dance. Was she a Dancer? The Beoulve knew how devastating a good Dancer could be against an enemy army. And, dismayed, he found himself in the receiving end of a spell, though not one that bothered him as much. He felt his already meager magic power decrease further. That should be no problem, at least for now. He really hoped he would not need Ultima. He then surveyed the situation; the Monk in Sir Drake's command was going all in against Dieter. That was good. Ramza wanted the Demon occupied for as long as possible. At the other side of the pillars, many things happened and the Knight didn't care. Lady Cassialyn was safe. Now to that child. He had no idea what was going on, but she seemed like a hostage - of Sir Drake? He decided it was best to act first and ask questions later. He put his free hand deep in his pocket, withdrawing two stones. He threw them precisely at the henchmen that held the child, one on his arm and one straight in his forehead. The stones did little damage, but should knock him back and distract him enough to free the child. Ramza beckoned her in frantic gestures. He wanted both her and Cassialyn under his protection before anything else happened. Especially considering the man was under Dieter's paralyzing aura, without Ramza's knowledge. "LORD DRAKE!" He shouted, finally letting his anger flow. "What madness is 'tis?! For me to arrive at the battlefield and find an infant being used for leverage? 'Tis occourance make me doubt the value of thy character! No innocent shall be harmed under my gaze!" His speech was interrupted by the roaring sound of the rock wall collapsing to his left. "Consider our contract null and void for now!"The Demon was here, and repulsive was his form. More beast than man, with powers most men could not even dream of. As the rocks crumbled and his form made clear, Ramza stepped backwards, closer to Cassialyn (And, hoopefully, to the rescued child). "Milady, you have my word that you will leave this place unharmed... I shall not hand you to Sir Drake until I have made sense out of this madness. So please... fight against the Demon's influence and flee!" Ramza was aware that he was opening himself by giving her his back again, but considering she merely hithim instead of impaling him when she had the chance, it was possible that she had some sort of control over the Demon's spell. Maybe with his reassurance she would be able to fight against it more firmly. That was his only choice. The Demon was now facing him. The sight was intimidating, but Ramza would not back down, not with two lives depending on him. He Shouted, increasing his power and speed. "Back down, foul creature! For I am Ramza Beoulve, son of Barbaneth, vanquisher of the Lucavi, slayer of Belius, Cuchrain, Hashmurim and Adramellech! And thy shall not keep this this fair lady under your clutches as long as I breathe!" He spit his words at the adversary, raising his blade and getting ready to protect himself - and the two girls - from the Demon's next attacks. He needed to stop himself from sending a quick prayer to Ajora. Old habits die hard.
Summary: Ramza was knocked down by Cassialyn, but got up quickly (Action 1). Threw two stones at whoever held the hostage (Action 2), and Shouted (Action 3) to buff himself in preparation for the upcoming clash with Dieter.
TAILWIND ON RAMZA: 2 MORE TURNS
SHOUT ON RAMZA: 3 MORE TURNS
SHOUT COOLDOWN: 3 MORE TURNS
SKILLS USED
*Shout: Signifficantly increases own Speed, Physical and Magical power/attack. This buff is what makes Ramza such a fearsome close-range fighter, in contrast to his earlier, underdog Squire days. [Duration: 3, CD: 3]
*Stone Throw: Ramza's only ranged option (besides Ultima) is quite lackluster - he throws rocks that he carries with him. The strenght and speed of the projectile is boosted with some minor magic and they do damage, but not much - main use is for harassing and distraction. Minimal damage. [Three uses per post, CD:0]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2018 12:37:08 GMT -5
As a small boy, Blaise would wander the beaches of his coastal home, scampering down the pale bluffs with that mistaken sense of invincibility that comes coupled with innocence. Fovoham’s frequent storms often left strange wonders in their wake, bizarre mounds and veins of cooled silica glass. Before being tutored in enough alchemy to understand principles of conduction and the nature of fulgurite it’d been like happening on something wondrous and otherworldly, the terrestrial scars of Ramuh and Adrammelech’s titanic duels in the tempestuous heavens. How grim was the echo of that recollection now. The Wyrm’s Nest had been baptized in violaceous balefire and emerged transformed in what almost seemed like the landscape of an alien world. Infernal heat had rendered what’d once been a churning granular amorphousness into a glazed sculpture warped by the whims of convection and kinetic force. The largest of the silica protrusions, glittering in the unrelenting sun, formed large arcs that looked like something between a termite mound and billowing smoke cast in ash and crystal, the sheer explosive force employed by Dieter becoming frozen in mid-motion. Smaller curiosities had the appearance of gnarled tree-roots arcing like veins through the ground, carbonized quartz deposits in the sand forming fractal impact patterns outward from where the Archeodaemon’s sigil had been branded inches deep into the ground. Everything had become a opaque parody of those cathedral-like hallucinations some claim to see during great grief or close brushes with death, except this was no luminous variegation. It was a cracked cruel thing, a shattered smoking mirror that cast only shadows in the fading midday. Blaise would have thought he’d have averted his gaze from the being that’d caused this havoc, a nightmarish amalgamation of man and grotesque ram. Yet for some reason he couldn’t look away. Whether it was the result of the dread Quickening or that enraptured morbidity thats comes upon those who stagger at the precipice of a psychotic break, Blaise could only stare at the enraged creature stalking with unnatural movements among the billowing pyres of thick smoke, glass snapping with sharp crystalline protests at every step. Darkness writhed and danced about the demon, evocative of liquid fire and a funeral train all at once. It stirred a recognition in Blaise. His former clanmates, what was truly left of them anyway, had bourn a similar tenebrous effusion when he’d dragged them out from the Dark World. Similarly, Blaise’s acquisitive nature couldn’t help but notice a Soul Crystal, an rare extremely variety of auracite that could reconstitute the dead even beyond the power White Magic. Some small remaining part of Blaise’s intellect feebly tried to connect these disparate facts with the Scion Sigil of Belias the Infernal Gigas. Yet, like the burn wounds now lancing his limbs with pain, they remained just contextless information, marbles jangling around in the screaming cavern of his mind. The flaxen-haired fellow shouted defiance to the creature, naming ludicrous feats of laying low the Fallen Ones in an effort to muster bravado. Once more he was the very image of a true knight, facing down impossible odds to protect the weak and fair. It was beautiful in its futility, like the last defiant candle standing tall against the waxing twilight. Blaise instincts bid him run while what sliver remained of his better nature feverishly contemplated opening a portal to give egress to the besieged. But neither thought flowered into to action. Blaise just lay where the burst of Hellfire had knocked him down into a vitreous dunes, convulsively shivering in the smoking glass, wide blue eyes annular pools of madness. 1) Due to one of Blaise's primary character traits being an inability to keep cool under pressure and the climactic nature of this Quickening reveal, the author deems it appropriate to have Blaise fail his Terror saving throw.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Aug 17, 2018 8:35:33 GMT -5
I t didn't quite sink it at first. The glowing on his body. That dark smirk that showed unnaturally large teeth. There was always this denial that took over before all else. She was seeing things again. She'd already seen things before. Once the first time she met him when he'd come to her rescue. They second was that time in the sewers where she was being attacked. There seemed to be a pattern that she was missing till this exact moment. The violence and anger. It was practically his trigger to reveal his dark nature. Cass truly believed it was a side effect for his dark knight ability. But, it was far worse than that. She simply couldn't believe it. He was an archdaemon. Cass had had a front row seat to watch the transformation happening. It wasn't the grotesqueness of the scene that disturbed her. It was more the truth that she had gotten so close to something that was so evil. Her religion dictated such. Archdaemons were quite literally described as evil, Saint Ajora Glabados and the scriptures dictated such. They were cursed by the Gods. Yet, Cass had started to really fall in love with him. What was wrong with her? How was she supposed to protect the children? Did he have some sort of endgame here? The flames blast forward towards the others, but she could still feel the heat from the fire. All the young woman could do was slowly back up and away from the demon, unintentionally overwhelmed by fear. Ramza moved in front of her, and this time she did not try to harm him. Cass was too busy feeling terrified and upset at the same time. Her eyes moved to see stones thrown at the person holding Mila hostage before Ramza's voice pulled her back from the sheer panic that was running rampant through her. He openly turned on Drake before assuring her that she would remain unharmed. At this point, she nodded in reply, moving her hand to wipe the tears she didn't even realize had escaped from her eyes. But, when he told her to run, she shook her head from side to side. "....there's no influence... but I'm not leaving without Mila." She told him as she glanced to see any way she could make it up to the young girl without getting herself into the middle of things. That is the last thing that she wanted to do. When Ramza spoke his name, her mind paused a moment. Why did it sound familar? She had no idea that he'd been cast from the church of gabados as a heratic. But that didn't matter. She was moving and she was moving fast. She shifted to the cliff and decided to use her Fly ability to get herself up top with Mila, calling the girl as she was free from the henchman that had her captive a moment before. Blaise seemed to have fallen from his perch, which left the space vacant. Now the issue was getting down before Drake had a moment to recover.
That's exactly what he got for not believing Drake. He truly felt that Drake was over exaggerating due to the fear of death. But, no. Dieter was most certainly an archdaemon. Dhruzik kept his cool rather well as he watched the transformation. "Well, Aren't I a sson of lizard." He told himself as he began to back up and braced himself for the attack. It burned quite badly, though not in the same manner as it would a hume or viera. His skin was a bit tougher, but it didn't show as much as it would on other. The pain was just as intense as it finally let up and the coldness of the demon hit him, chilling his now charred body. "Tch. I always dig my holes too deep itching for a real fight.... He groaned to himself before he felt the aftereffects of the magic Dieter had cast take over. His body began to move on it's own? He simply had to attack Dieter. Right now. No matter his current state or the threat to his own life. Dhruzik's facial expression said it all. This was not by his own choice. He would have probably started giving himself some space so he could get the hell out of there. Instead, here he was getting up close and personal with a daemon to Pummel him with his fists. Well, if he was going down, he might as well go down fighting. This just wasn't a fight he was expecting.
Drake's smirk could barely be contained by his lips. This was his 'I TOLD YOU SO' moment to all the people that did not believe him. He knew that Dhruzik wasn't one to just believe a tale as that. He was correct and that was the best part. He'd be rid of this demon and be able to reclaim his fiance. He was done with her games and that was the end of it. He was done having the kid gloves on. Dieter cast hellfire and it managed to knock Blaise from his safe place on the cliff side. Drake took the moment to back up and stay safe from the blast. Why could he never find good help? Especially when they all abandoned their quests in the middle!? Ramza would pay dearly for his actions. "No innocent was to be harmed. But how did you expect us to draw them here? We're saving her from his influence. He has an entire group of orphans at his disposal like lady Frewin. Sadly, we could only manage to rescue one. You're a fool, Ramza." He lied like the snake he was. He was too focused on Dieter and Dhruzik to notice Cassialyn just yet. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Aug 17, 2018 23:34:18 GMT -5
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The captive Black Mage’s sapphire eyes widened in surprise, momentarily taken back as the visage of her kind-hearted caretaker was abruptly warped into the living embodiment of nightmares. Surprisingly, Sumila’s petite silhouette didn’t tremble from fear, no, it trembled with thinly-veiled rage. Alas, her current situation robbed her of the ability to retaliate against her captors. How she detested the cloth gag that had been abruptly shoved in her mouth after a slight mishap, she might have unleashed a Fire spell when one of them tried to subdue her earlier – she had been far from compliant for a period. Fortunately, Ramza’s intervention provided her a golden opportunity, one that she’d be an idiot if she’d passed up.
When Drake’s henchmen’s grip slackened, Sumila wrenched her arms free, instantly reaching up towards the cloth that prevented her from speaking, frantically ripping it away. She then began to sprint desperately towards the nearby cliffs, attempting to put as much distance between her and her would-be aggressor as feasible. She ran her tongue across her lips, attempting to moisten them as she’d begun to rapidly recite the scriptures the Daemon below had forced her to memorize – forward, backwards, even during combat. By the time the Henchmen managed to close half the distance, Sumila’s hand extended outwards as she’d finished her incantations
“Fira”
She said calmly, unphased as a torrent of flames burst from her hand and collided roughly with Drake’s hired-help. She didn’t even bat an eye at the ear-piercing scream that she’d elicited from the man. Her head snapped to the left, surprised to see Cassialyn abruptly landing a few feet away, gesturing her to hurry her way. Without thinking about it, Sumila bolted in the Dancer’s direction, wrapping her arms around Cassialyn’s midsections and squeezing tightly.
“Will Dieter be okay?”
Unbeknownst to Cassialyn, the Dancer’s fearful treat had struck an invisible blow upon the newly transformed Archdaemon, her inadvertent blow was far more grievous than any mortal steel could have managed. From Dieter’s point of view, those few precious seconds lapsed on indefinitely, the betrayal evident on her fair features permanently engrained into his memory – especially the tears that trickled down her cheeks. In response, Dieter’s piercing iridescent golden-hued orbs softened, momentary weakness permitting a lone tear to trickle down the right side of his face before it was swept away – concealed by the sweltering, causing gales within the Wyrm’s nest. Regardless of secrets that he’d kept, Dieter’s fascination had and was still genuine.
Something about Cassialyn’s blistering temperament, her tragic circumstances had ensnared him entirety, perhaps, it was because he empathized with her – sensing a kindred soul of sorts. Even now, Dieter desired nothing more than for the hoary-haired maiden to know freedom’s sweet allure, refusing to permit Drake to reduce her to nothing more than a caged canary that sung for his amusement. Subconsciously, Dieter’s hand extended in her direction, his claws flourished outwards in a majestic manner just as she’d instinctively slipped behind Ramza. To his surprise, Cassiayln adamantly refused to flee, correcting Ramza with her proclamation that her mind was her own and voicing that she had no intention to leave without Sumila.
A portion of Dieter swelled with pride, pleased with how far she’d come in their weeks together. Such joy was short lived, Ramza’s blatant proclamation caused his expression to sour, his lips settling into a defiant scowl. The plum-clad knight announced his victory over Lucavi, citing his Lord and a handful of others by name. Dieter’s gaze shifted downwards to his right hand, silently noting how the glyph branded upon the back of his hand continued to pulsated rhythmically – proof that Belias had not yet met his end. None the less, Dieter’s rage threatened to consume him entirety, painful memories laced with solitude surfaces, recalling the time he’d spent by his lonesome.
“You proclaim the impossible, so long as the Glyph on my hand pulsates, Belias’ still draws breathe, so swear I as his vassal… I grant thy mercy because thy heart is pure and you protect someone I care dearly for.”
Dieter retorted, his tone surprisingly neutral, its’ edge firm and unyielding despite his current circumstances. It became apparent, Dieter had no intentions of pursuing Ramza for the time being, unwillingly to place Cassialyn within harm’s way. However, this was subject to change as the Dancer’s lithe silhouette lifted from the ground, gracefully drifting through the air towards the cliff-side. To his surprise, the cliff exploded into a pillar of flames conjured by Mila as she’d bombarded her capture. Of all the children, Drake could have captured and used as leverage, he’d chosen the one with the greatest combat prowess – she wasn’t the de facto leader of the Orphans for no reason.
Dieter’s attention shifted from the cliffside to Ramza, whom had leveled his blade against him. A smirk played at his lips as his gaze settled upon Blaise’ trembling form. Although, one could also see a hint of disgust, how pitiful, he’d been reduced to a sniveling mess after limited exposure to Dieter’s malefic aura. Without further ado, Dieter’s lithe silhouette pivoted to square up against the Bangaa Monk, noting the almost mechanical nature of his approach. Dieter’s grip on his blade redoubled as he’d prepared himself for the Monk’s assault. A quick roll of his blade leveled the flat of his blade parallel to the Monk’s chest.
Without hesitation, Dieter surged forward, accepting the punishing blows that exploded against his body, each one producing a bone-jarring impact, Once closing the range, Dieter actually attempted to maneuver himself behind the Monk and brought the flat of his blade towards the back of the man’s skull, evident Dieter had elected to use Blade Bash in an unorthodox method, instead of trying render him immobile, Dieter was attempting to knock him unconscious. Dieter’s hands then extended towards Drake’s direction. A disgusting miasmatic mass willed into existence as he’d invoked Bioga, following it shortly after by a long-range Firaja.
The Firaja manifested itself as countless small meteoroid-caliber masses flying in Drake’s direction. Even if they weren’t meant to hit him directly, more than a handful were adjusted to hit some of the surround cliff walls, Dieter was attempting to bury the man.
Blade Bash: A Sword Art developed with the sole purpose of momentary disrupting a foes’ momentum. It is accomplished by a quick charge, utilizing the flat of the blade to connect with either the head, neck, sternum or xyloid process region with enough force to momentary stun a foe, locking them in place. [1d10, if 3, target is immobile – unable to move but can still use skills or use ranged attacks, Medium Damage] Cooldown: 3 Rounds eFXdO0jr1-10Firaja: The peak of Fire-elemental magick reached by a handful of scholars, those capable of invoking its wraith are awarded titles such as Sage . When cast it is capable of dealing Massive damage to a singular target, unlike its' predecessors, it has an innate ability of Magick Pierce - enabling it to pierce through the status effect Reflect . These conjured flames are a rich violet, borderline black. [ Cooldown: 5 posts ] Bioga: The third tier of necrotic magick, almost exclusively utilized by cultist’ or assassin kept within a King’s hidden arsenal. Unlike its’ standard counterpart, when manifested by Dieter it comes into existence as a nauseating black miasma that floods the area. However, when it is near its’ intended target, it rapidly congeals into a thick virulent green mass that deals heavy poison damage, not to mention that it possess an offset of inflicting the poisoned status [1d10, if 7, poison is inflicted – 5% per round ] (Duration 3 RD: Cooldown: 4 RD) 1-10 |
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Post by Ramza Beoulve on Aug 20, 2018 21:45:57 GMT -5
Location: Ivalice - Past (XII) Mood: Enraged, Determined Status: Light Injuries (Back) This time, Cassialyn did not turn on him, to his overwhelming satisfaction. However, she did not obey his commands either; Lady Frewin decided to gather the hostage child, flying towards her. Ramza gave them a quick glance to ensure their safety - that was the general direction of Drake's henchmen, after all - and confirmed they would be well; the only man had been knocked out by the hostage's spell. The Demon dawned, and Ramza stood his ground, staring at him, blade ready. The Knight heard Sir Drake's comments, but did not respond - he did not trust his contractor anymore. The story about a mind control spell had some holes. If the Demon truly controlled Lady Frewin, then she would have attacked Ramza when she could. As Ramza cited his victories, it became easy to pinpoint the moment that the Demon's expression soured, and from there deduce his master. Dieter's own words soon confirmed Ramza's hypothesis. Belius... The knight still remembered that fateful night at Riovanes Castle, the desperate fight against Wiegraf and the even harsher battle against Belius and his pack of devils. No foe had brought Ramza as close to destruction as Belius had. Ramza lost a few good men on that night. "Thou art correct, fiend. Your master still lives in this age. I'm a natural of Ivalice, but an Ivalice of a different time. I hail from the future, and I swear on my father's name that in a few hundred years, in the 15th of July, at Riovanes Castle, I will slay thy master once and for all, as I had done already. Tell him that; tell him to fear the name of Ramza Beoulve!"And yet, the monster did not attack. The Bangaa Monk was ready to strike, and Ramza had a decision to make. One clear option was to slay the demon. With Dieter down, the influence spell would be dispelled, if there was any. Then, if Lady Frewin still refused to join her husband, it meant Ramza had been deceived. However, that option presented multiple risks. Even if Ramza bested the creature, he would be left alone against Sir Drake and his men. If that situation came, he, exhausted by the hard fight against the fiend, would certainly perish, and Lady Frewin would be back to a life she did not wish for. Ramza had only one thing certain: Lady Frewin was the victim. As such, he decided to prioritize her safe-being, rather than Sir Drake's wishes. Since the Demon did not want any business with him, Ramza also let him go. It pained the Beoulve heir to leave such a foul creature roaming the land, but right now, Cassialyn's and the child's well-being came first. As such, he Rushed behind her, cutting through the skies. He dashed twice, covering the distance until the cliffs where Lady Frewin and the child had reunited. "Milady, is the child well? If yes, I must insist we go. My objective is to keep you safe, and I don't believe we can trust either Sir Drake or the Demon at this moment. Let us part from this wretched place and find safe refugee at the city." He stared right at her eyes, trying to convince her of his good intentions and his desperation to make sure she walked away both well and free.
Summary: Ramza backed down from the fight, leaving Dieter for the Bangaa monk. He opted to follow Cassialyn and make sure she was safe.
TAILWIND ON RAMZA: 1 MORE TURNS
SHOUT ON RAMZA: 2 MORE TURNS
SHOUT COOLDOWN: 2 MORE TURNS
SKILLS USED
*Rush: Exactly what it says - Ramza rushes towards the enemy (Or towards any direction) with a dash. Its main asset is mobility, allowing Ramza do defy gravity for an instant. [Three uses per post, CD:0].
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2018 19:30:52 GMT -5
Tiamat, Mother of Wyrms
Of serpents, thunder, and the darkened sky
Archfiend,Empress of Storms,
Delivers us, Shelter us, Devour us
Carve for us an obsidian throne on high
Discord, protect your children!Blaise’s arms flowed through interweaving motions, evincing the sinuate slipstreams of dragons plummeting down from above. Serpentine wyrm-ghosts slithered out from the mage's lips as he spoke the invocation, coiling around the young man’s battered battered barely over five frame before spiraling outward to envelop Drake and Dhruzik. Ethereal ophidian forms encircled limbs and suffused flesh, leaving behind a coating of incandescent dragon scales. Blaise doubted it would be enough to do more then blunt the neurotoxin and blows coming for his allies, but neither the demon’s onslaught or the strain of Blaise’s own mounting wounds gave a second’s pause to pay mind to the aftermath. “Heads up Sir Hulbert!”Blaise squinted at the approaching pyroclastic hail and only had a instant to estimate the counter-force that’d be needed. There came an uncomfortably vast feeling in Blaise gut as oceanic currents cascaded in and out of his digestive system. An immense torrent of frothing water met the demon’s pyromancy in midair, like glacial and magmatic rivers making a explosive union on a mountainside. Superheated steam and boiling water rushed out over the canyon, momentarily casting a eerie hissing fog upon the ruination of cooling glass and charred stone. Perhaps that’d doused the worst of it. While the paralyzing grip of the demon’s aura had faded from his mind, Blaise still wasn’t keen on getting into a battle of attrition with Dieter’s thus-far potent arsenal. They needed to get Cassialyn through a Corridor and make sure neither knights gallant could pursue. Unfortunately, Beoulve’s maneuverings were making this more complicated. Arguably, Ramza’s proclamations of being from the future potentially made this all even more cosmically Gordian, but let’s take this one crisis at a time shall we? A sweep of the mage’s hand brought a swarm of incandescent spheres winking into existence, their almost soap-bubble surfaces refracting the desert sun in kaliedoscopic hues. Each the size a man’s head, these fragile photokinetic spheres hovered in aimless orbits as Blaise took careful aim. Drake’d literally skin him alive if a single golden hair on Cassialyn's head got calcified. Flicking his forearm in the same whip-like motion with which Coeurl’s snapped their deadly whiskers, Blaise sent the Blaster orbs barreling towards Dieter in a cascade of dizzying prismatic petrification. Ramza Beoulve Dieter Wolfram Cassialyn Frewin
Damage Level: Massive (burned and concussed)
Summary
1. Blaise attempts to use Mighty Guard to blunt the attacks coming for his team-mates, reducing incoming magical and physical damage by one tier for three posts.
2. Blaise attempts to douse Firaja with Aqua Breath, only managing to reduce it to minor damage due to his debuffed spellpower from Heathen Frolic.
3. Blaise casts Blaster on Dieter, attempting minor Light damage (reduced from medium by Heathen Frolic). If Dieter is hit by the spheres he will suffer the status ailment indicated by whatever this dice roll is.
JNUtdTIl1-4
Durations:
Mighty Guard 3/3 (Blaise, Drake, Druzik)
One Post of Dragon Force left on Druzik
Cooldowns:
Dragon Force 2/4
Aqua Breath 0/4
Mighty Guard 0/4
Blaster 0/4
{Blaster }Blaster: A Coeurl proved less then amenable when Blaise tried to pet it. Luckily Blaise managed to survive the bombardment of prismatic petrification spheres that followed, but he still wishes he’d learned how soft that fur was instead of this spell. A single target takes medium Light damage and a 1d4 is rolled to see what happens if they are hit. (Cooldown 4)
1: Paralyzed momentarily: loses one action from next post
2: Slow: Evasion and Movement Speed reduced (2 Posts)
3: Partial Petrify: minor Earth damage each post (3 Posts)
4: Immobilized: victim can acts normally, but cannot move from where they stand (1 Post)
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Aug 30, 2018 6:28:22 GMT -5
* Cass was pretty proud of that magic the little girl managed to pop off. It was certainly an ability far about something that she herself could do. The dancer smiled at her before she felt the girl's arms wrap around her waist. Cass hugged Mila back softly and brushed her hair out of her face. "He'll be fine. Are you okay?" She fussed, checking the girl for any injuries. Oh, did she want to kill Drake right now. He was just so completely set on ruining everything. Why did he have to do such a thing!? Why couldn't he leave her be and move on? There were far more beautiful women than her as well as women with a higher standing. What did he truly gain trying to get her? It was frustrating to no end. Her eyes flickered briefly over to Ramza as he spoke. Why did his name sound so familiar? Also, what was with him speaking of strange things like time travel? It didn't matter anymore though. Ramza had his little chat with Dieter and had come to Cass's aid. As much as she didn't trust him, he was probably her best bet to get Mila and herself out of here and out of any danger. She glanced over at Ramza when he spoke and she half nodded in response. "My trust in you isn't all too high either since you came with Drake. Yet, you are the lesser of the evils at the moment... Mila? Come on. We're getting you back to town. Okay?"
It would be quite the understatement to say Drake was angry. He was leaning more toward being quite furious. Yet, even that wasn't quite the right word for how he felt. The man was forced to draw his sword. But, he had a few new tricks up his sleeve since his last encounter. He'd learned quite quickly that just the abilities of a normal Knight wouldn't be enough to best a demon such as Dieter. No. He needed to be stronger. He was thankful in at least one of his choices for this mission, Blaise. The boy was full of so much energy and was still trying to prove his worth, even with things going as south as they were. It was impressive. The Bangaa on the other hand? Pathetic. One hit with a sword and he was down. The monk was good for nothing. It served him right. Maybe the demon would end his life after all this. Drake certainly wasn't going to attempt to rescue him. Not after the last time. The sting of Bioga hit him, but thankfully Blaise managed to defend him from most of the secondary fire magic that was cast. Drake being forced to move from his current position to avoid any collapsing rocks. It was lucky that Dieter had cast what he did. He likely wouldn't have seen Ramza making the escape with his fiance and their hostage. "Blaise! Don't let them get away!" He warned as he moved to face Dieter once more. Noting that the monk was slowly starting to get back to his feet. Maybe the guy wasn't all that useless after all. "Well. It about time we got to this point. I'm ready for you this time.."Drake moved forward and slid his way down the cliff, sword in hand as he glanced at the monk. This would be a much easier fight if Ramza took their side. It would mean that they'd have both Ramza and Blaize at their disposal. He ran his hand up the blade, it begining to glow a faint white color. What the demon was likely to realize is that he learned a few tricks from a Rune Knight that he planned to use to his advantage. He presumed a few Holy infused attacks would give him the upper hand as he swung his Cleansing Strike directly at Dieter.
The monk could do nothing but attack. There was nothing defensive he could attempt. He couldn't counter, parry. Nothing. He was completely at this demon's mercy and it was maddening. Yet, he certainly didn't deserve anything. He had done wrong in order to get this second match up with Dieter. Why did he have to be cocky and admit that he'd been key in kidnapping Mila? At least he might be able to leave with his life once more. Oh well. It was what it was. He couldn't change anything or do things differently. He certainly wouldn't do anything different had he been able to restart his day. But, maybe he'd of tread a bit more careful. His eyes could barely follow the archdaemon as he pivoted around him after taking the pummel directly. The intense pain that followed proved that Dieter had claimed the upper hand. He felt a ringing in his ear, a bit dazed and confused as he realized he was face first in the hot desert sand. He wasn't dead? That was odd. His big fear was dying in the desert and no one knowing what happened or where he was. He didn't want to just disappear with his body rotting away here. That was just too much. He pushed himself to his knees, touching the back of his head with a slight flinch from the pain. His glanced at his hand, seeing that there was no blood. Dieter hadn't used the edge of his blade? Why? He had the monk dead with rights!!! What was this thing? He could have easily ended the monk's life! Why hadn't he? "I call a foul. Damn, demon. That actually hurtss." The monk groaned as he stood and pressed his hands together, using his Chakra to heal himself and replenish his magical ability. He then moved in to start a physical assault. "Drake. Maybe itss time you find a new bride. I think thiss one is not worth the effort or blood you're putting into it." He suggested. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Oct 17, 2018 7:45:00 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The tension faded from Mila’s petite shoulder as Cassialyn’s arms encircled her, absentmindedly brushing a few of her disheveled tresses from her face. Mila nodded her head in response to Cassialyn’s inquiry regarding her well-being, though, one could see that Mila had visibly hesitated. Mila’s attention shifted over towards Ramza, uncertain of what the man was boasting about, especially when the topic of time travel had arisen. Perhaps, it was because she hadn’t delved deep enough into the Arcana, her perception of time was simply that the past was simply that, the present was where they existed, and the future is what they strove for. When Cassialyn spoke again and mentioned that they were departing back to Rabanastre, she nodded and spared one final glance over her shoulder at Dieter. She paused before she turned to shout at the Archdaemon. “Dieter… make it home safe.”
Dieter’s head craned ever slightly to the left, his piercing gaze settling upon Mila, the faintest hint of a smile playing at his lips in spite of the gravity of his current situation. To his surprise, Blaise’ diverse craft had not only shielded Drake from the brunt of his fury, it had even damaged him and inflicted him with malaise. Yes, for the time being, Dieter felt as if time was trickling by at a snail’s pace, the disorientation causing him to falter momentarily – nausea threatening to creep up on him as his equilibrium was disrupted further. Drake’s command for Blaise to intercept Cassialyn, Ramza and Mila’s escape seared into the forefront of his thoughts. Drake’s advances didn’t go unnoticed though, especially once his hand danced across his blade and it’d begun to glow with divine splendor – the very bane of his existence.
Had Dieter been like other Archdaemon, the presence of the dreaded Holy imbuement would dismiss without a second thought, his kind had an inherent immunity to its’ bane – a blessing from their mother, Altima. Unfortunately, Dieter had forgone such a blessing, tainting the mother’s design by willingly treading down his own path, one that made him inherently familiar with the allure of the darkness, its’ taint presence in every aspect of his fighting style. When the divine energy exploded against his silhouette, the Dark Knight’s lips parted only to let out a guttural inhuman scream. The remnants of the energy coursed through its’ vein, its’ presence necrotic to the dark being. In that brief instance, Dieter understood the pain that he’d wrought upon his victims – a fate that made death seem like a kind blessing.
Dieter’s eyes narrowed in a serpentine fashion, a ravenous hunger presence in them as they’d settled upon the Monk. His hand gripping his blade tightening as he’d channeled his dark arts, invoking Sanguine Sword charging it to it’s max as his blade lashed out with the intent of turning the Monk into his personal elixir, hopefully undoing the vast amount of damaged he’d sustained from Blaise and Drake’s joint attack. However, if that failed, Dieter’s hand extended outwards towards Drake. A malicious smile played at his lips as he’d invoked both Darkra and Darkaga in rapid succession, bathing the most pressing threat to his existence in taint. May Zalera claim your soul Dieter thought as he’d felt the monk’s fists explode against his body, drawing yet another pained groan from his lips.
The fact that Dieter still stood was a testament not only to his fortitude, but sheer willpower because every part of him wanted to crumple to the ground – he’d sustained grievous injuries. But for now, he had to bide his time, ensure that he at least gave Cassialyn and Mila a chance to escape…
1. Use Sanguine Sword boosted by Dark Templar to do Massive Damage - to heal him for that same ammount. [ locked out ]
2. Used Darkra on Drake for Medium Damage [2]
3. Used Darkaga on Drake for Heavy Damage [3]
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