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" Light and darkness, they are a balance—one that must always be maintained."
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Xehanort continued to watch the battle unfold before him. It was beginning to reach its height, spells and swords being slung this way and that, the cavern rumbling beneath the force of the incredible magic being used. Xehanort had seen much of what the warriors were capable of and he knew now which one would be the vessel candidate and which would be the pawn that he would be keeping an eye on. Both were powerful in their own right. Dieter's swordsmanship was certainly not in question and Kefka's mastery over the power of magic was unlike anything Xehanort had ever seen before in all of his years.
Still, things were beginning to get dangerous. While Dieter wasn't the vessel candidate, he was better off alive for now... where he could be made to serve Xehanort's ends at a later date. For this reason, Xehanort decided to intervene. Covertly aiming his chin upwards, he cast Quake, a small formation of rock ten feet high six feet wide, and six feet thick protruded from the ground in the path of Kefka's fireball, the bundle of flame colliding with the rock formation in a brilliant explosion.
Once that was done, Xehanort then used his Blink ability to appear in front of Kefka about ten feet away. "I think the poor lad gets the point." He said calmly, giving him a sinister smile. "You want power, is that right? Magic? Out of curiosity, what would you say if I told you I had a way to grant you all of that and more?" Power was such a base desire, and one Xehanort had the power to easily grant. He liked people like Kefka in that regard. They were quite easy to control. However, he didn't expect controlling this jester to be quite so easy a task.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 19, 2018 5:26:03 GMT -5
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| In the Dark Knight’s mind, Kefka’s depravity and madness, it knew no bounds. Yet despite its’ corrupted influence, the man whom opposed him still possess clarity – a dangerous combination. A pained hiss slipped from between his gritted teeth as he’d struggled to rise to his own feet, unable to do so on his own without relying upon his blade. His blood boiled in his veins as he heard Kefka’s low chuckle, its’ irritating leapt octaves in an instance as it’d progressed to a deranged cackle. What a depraved soul, not even an Daemon has descended this far into madness. A statement that he wouldn’t make lightly given his kinds’ delight in bloodshed – one that he’d long since suppressed.
Dieter’s grip tightened around the hilt of his blade as Kefka’s words grated his nerves – striking a particular chord. Yes, Dieter knew what it felt like to be feared, to be revered as little more than a monster. He’d ignored his body’s protests as he’d raised his head to meet Kefka’s gaze. Although, the corner of his sclera had begun to change colors, gradually transitioning from a stark white to a pitch-black. However, that wasn’t the only change either. No, the Dark Knight’s once verdant eyes had become an iridescent yellow. If this man wanted to proclaim that he was a monster, it was his obligation to show him the part of him that had been sealed away by Belias.
“… You are right …. I am a monster…”
The Dark Knight interjected, his voice dripping with malice and venom as it’d dropped three octaves at once. What was more disturbing though was when Dieter’s skin began to split suddenly as jagged horns erupted from his scalp. His fingers seemed to lengthen as his nails extended outwards into sharp, stiletto-like points. The last noticeable change was that there was a pearlescent tri-pointed crystal embedded in his forehead. Despite its’ innate harmless appearance, it was the manifestation of his very soul – a crystal linked to the jobs he’d possessed. All of this occurred in a blink of an eye, a deafening, bestial roar was Dieters’ response as the mage conjured forth flames of his own.
His roar didn’t cease either as bolts of conjured lightning struck down around him, effectively pinning him within one are. Sadly, the man before him didn’t seem to know when to stop, treading into dangerous territory as he’d threatened Belias’ life.
“ I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT”
Dieter roared defiantly, his hands lifting above his head as he’d prepared to expend the last of his mana, risking sending himself into a coma. Alas, his threat was blocked off by the sudden appearance of a earthen wall. Dieter was left trying to figure a way to bypass it and reach his intended target. That man would be a broken mess at his feet, if he had his way.
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"Hee-hee-hee! But what fun is destruction if no "precious" lives are lost?" Yessssss... Kefka was positively beside himself with excitement. He could feel the power of the being who opposed him increase and build. It tingled him all over just thinking about the destructive capabilities. He NEEDED this power. It would be his and this world would once again remember the dark days. The dying days. Where only the Light of Judgment and his freakish monster minions were needed to hold the world's populace at bay. When he could truly be called a God. But now? Now it was different. The man, no, the THING that stood before him was proof that others worlds existed. It was nothing that could or would live in Kefka's world. It meant that there were worlds where magic wasn't dead and Espers roamed free. The possibility of being a god of not just this world but of ALL worlds excited him to no end. And he had this monster to thank. Now he had to see just what the true visage of this creature was. It didn't disappoint. Kefka could feel the raw power emanate and reverberate through the caverns. It covered and pulled at him as if it was trying to tear him apart just by its own existence. Kefka hadn't felt magic this raw and powerful since the day the world ended. Or very nearly, anyways. Nothing in the world compared to what the Warring Triad could dish out. But this was close. In a blink of an eye, the thing transformed into the demon it truly and HOO BOY was it mad. It was a good thing Kefka had him pinned down where he was or he'd be enjoying a sword to the gut right there. "Yes, yes, yes, YES! THAT'S IT! Show me the monster you really are! The demon that truly exists! Finally! I get to see what you really look like! I can enjoy the pathetic look on your face when I drain you of your magic! It will be MINE! AND YOU WILL BE NOTHING! Nothing but a pathetic mote of dust! You think you can beat me with your petty little demon magic, you thing masquerading as a man like a WIMP! I'd like to see you try... try to beat a certified MAGICAL GO-"Where did the demon go? WHERE DID IT GO?! One second, the thing was defiantly roaring at him. The next, this wall made out of rock sprung up and separated the two. Wha- Who decided to play interior decorator?! And why did he have the unmitigated gall to keep him, Kefka, from murdering someone who was asking for it?! Kefka's answer came, much to his chagrin, in the form of that same old man from before, the one who distracted him from zapping the demon before. He suddenly appeared as if he just blinked into existence and then had the guts to speak to Kefka as if the former God of Magic had been merely scolding the demon. "Yoooouuuuuuu...", Kefka said, shifting briefly to a far more menacing voice than he had been using before when he was toying with Dieter. "I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, HAAAAATE YOU! How DARE you keep me from destroying that thing?! He only would've gotten the point if IMPALED HIM ON AN ICE SPEAR! I could've had more magical power and back to my old self, but you had to butt in, AGAIN! Don't you have a crypt to be keeping?! A Mausoleum to be haunting? KIDS TO BE THROWING OFF YOUR LAWN?! What's to stop me from annihilating you this instant?" Kefka pointed at Xehanort and started charging up an Ultima spell. It seemed like a tiny sphere that couldn't hurt a fly, but anyone with any magical knowledge could sense the immense destructive power within that tiny ball. However, Xehanort then mentioned power and a way to obtain it. Kefka's face turned from an angry scowl to a rather smug smirk. "Ohohohohohoho, you think you can offer me power? ME?! You don't look like you got Magicite coming out of your pockets or your ears. While your little earth trick was cute, I've done better. This world feared me for good reason, ya know!" Then something occured to Kefka. This old man... wasn't from here, either. Surely someone of his very, very, very, VERY advanced old age would've recognized him of all people. And his magic was very different, in the "He can use magic" sense. A cunning thought occurred. This man was out of his mind if he thought he could personally deliver greater power than Kefka could dream of. Nothing was better than the crystallized corpse of an Esper. BUT... the old man could get him to other worlds, couldn't he? "Hmm... although... you knew how to get to this world, so surely there are other worlds ripe for the picking, yes? After all, I simply MUST find out where that... "lad", as you want to call that thing, lives. You know, Espers to drain of magical power, cities to burn and people to maim, torture AND DESTROY. If you can get me to those worlds, grandpa, I suppose I can let this little indiscretion slide. Maybe I'll even kill you LAST! No promises, though! Last old guy that tried to put me on a leash got thrown off a floating continent. I've laughed about that every day ever since. Or I would if I wasn't dead for who knows how long. So, we gotta deal, gramps?!" Negotiating deals and subtlety were, unsurprisingly enough, not Kefka's thing. word count @tag notes if you want
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"Light and darkness, they are a balance—one that must always be maintained."
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Xehanort expected Kefka's ire when he came between him and his target. An animal doesn't take too kindly when someone gets in the way of its hunt after all. Especially when the prey was as tempting as Dieter seemed to be to this... man. However, the old Master didn't expect this degree of blistering fury. With the growing dark power coming from behind the rock formation and the raving jester in front of him, things might have just gotten worse. After expressing his hate many times over to him and insulting his age for the five millionth time, the jester pointed his finger at Xehanort, a tiny ball of magical energy.
He was not fooled at its size, however. Xehanort was a talented mage, so he could sense the great potential behind this little sphere. It wouldn't be the one-shot kill Kefka was hoping, however. Xehanort was much too strong for that, but a spell like this one would certainly cause the old man quite a bit of pain. He didn't show a hint of fear, however. The insult to his weakest form of magic didn't faze him either. Xehanort was confident his offer would intrigue someone like Kefka. He didn't appear to believe the mysterious elder had anything to offer. It seemed Kefka at least had an inkling of other worlds, as he offered "mercy" in exchange for the Keyblade Master taking him to these other worlds.
"Indeed, jester. There are many worlds out there beyond this one. Plenty of places of great magic... and they are all connected by one great entity of infinite magic and wisdom." He used the term "magic" instead of "power" on purpose, figuring that would serve to better pique the interest of the jester. "I have seen countless worlds in my travels, and I can take you to any you desire." A smirk tugged at the corner of Xehanort's mouth ever so slightly. "So yes, I find those terms agreeable." He turned his body around towards Dieter, who showed an impressive dark power that Xehanort didn't expect someone like him to carry.
He couldn't be allowed to simply remain in his current state... and he didn't trust Kefka to simply knock whatever this was out of him and simply leave it at that. No, if this was to be done, he would do it... unfortunately, Kefka would likely be involved either way just by virtue of him being here. "I will subdue our powerful friend over there. If you were curious about what I am capable of, now would be the time to watch." This was Xehanort's chance to prove himself the "alpha" in this situation. How could he even begin to expect respect from Kefka when the clown had no clue to the power he wielded?
Finally moving his arms to rest down at his side, he looked towards where Dieter was. Without any hint of a command, his Keyblade, No Name, materialized in his hand in a brilliant display of dark energy. He loathed to battle, but it was required in this instance. Now that the Dark Knight showed this power, he was even more intriguing to the old Master... and he was convinced even more so that Dieter was worth keeping around. 'Now... let's make this quick.' His aim was not to defeat Dieter, but to knock him out of this... whatever it was. Surely he could accomplish that quickly enough.
Raising his free hand and aiming his palm in the direction of the rock formation-- and by extension, Dieter-- he started off simple, conjuring a Blizzaga and firing off a massive ball of ice five feet in diameter towards his opponent, utterly shattering the rock as it barreled towards Dieter.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 3, 2018 5:10:40 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The Archdaemon’s lips remained set in a distasteful scowl, his abhorrence intensifying as Kefka’s nasally voiced reverberated off the cavern’s walls. Somehow, the delusional jester truly believed himself superior, no doubt, the man before him possessed a praise-worthy finite control over his craft. Unfortunately, such mastery, while it’d narrowed the divide that existed between the two, it by no negated the wealth of experience that Dieter had accumulated over the passing decades. Before Dieter could surge forward to silence Kefka’s ceaseless prattling, a dense earthen barrier had been erected by the unknown spectator. The Dark Knight’s head craned backwards as a deafening roar slipped from between his lips, his outrage evident to all present – how dare someone interfere with his fight.
Due to the thickness of Master Xehanort’s hastily erected barrier, the Dark Knight could hear very little of the duos’ interactions. Periodically, Kefka’s shrill voice managed to assault his sensitive ears, each time more nerve-grating than the last. It wasn’t until Kefka conjured forth his Ultima spell that Dieter’s iridescent eyes widened in surprise. Even without bearing witness to it firsthand, he could sense the grand luxation of the ambient magick energies. No doubt, even a passing exchange with Kefka’s latest magick creation would undoubtedly spell demise for the unfortunate souls it’d connected with – so powerful magick. A few seconds later, Dieter could hear something as it’d scraped against the otherside of the earthen wall. However, before he could investigate it, the wall began to buckle inwards, large shards of it splintering off and falling downwards.
By this point, Dieter had already lunged to the side, angling his blade defensively across his body as he’d pressed his back flush against the wall. He couldn’t act rashly against the duo of magick users, if he did so it spelt certain demise – defeat wasn’t an option, nor had it ever been. For the time being, Dieter elected to remain motionless, patiently waiting for the dust to clear as well as permit himself a few precious seconds to recover further.
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"Hee-hee-hee! But what fun is destruction if no "precious" lives are lost?" Kefka still rankled at the idea that he wasn't able to murder his quarry. It had been at least ten minutes since he destroyed someone and he was starting to get an itch. Despite this, the old man did agree to the deal, which helped to stave his explosive death off to some future date. The potential for more power to take as his own in the wide, wide universe was too good to pass up, even if it meant allying with someone who could probably pass for 200 years old. Even better, Xehanort decided to take up "subduing" the demon on his own. For what reason, Kefka didn't much care but it led to a delightful little situation. If the old man won, well, he'd prove to that he had the strength to back up his words so their deal wasn't just based on murderous intent and lies. However, if he lost... well, he'd probably would have softened up the demon and worn him out, meaning Kefka could swoop in and take the kill. Sure, Xehanort dying before he could impart his secret in traveling to other worlds would probably be a bad thing, but Kefka could figure it out eventually. It can't be that difficult, just rip the universe a new one and go right on through. Heck, he could probably do that in his sleep. Either way, he hoped the old man would provide one heck of a show. At the very least, he hoped Xehanort's screams would be oh so melodious. Kefka then watched as the fossil blew through the earthen barrier he created with a Blizzaga spell. Ok, so he wasn't entirely unschooled. Go him. Kefka wasn't exactly impressed with Xehanort's choice of weaponry. Was he wielding a modern art piece or something? It looked vaguely like a key but Kefka couldn't imagine the door it was supposed to unlock. He must've sent the demon into a daze because it wasn't doing what Kefka thought it would do and mindlessly rush in and try to turn them all into julienne fries! Maybe Xehanort could be this monster on his own. Regardless, Kefka decided to hang back and observe, since the old man insisted on doing this himself. And by "hang back and observe", Kefka took a nap. That is, he seemed to take a nap. He was actually lulling his opponent into a false sense of security, secretly and stealthily charging his Hyperdrive attack. Kefka didn't think the old man could keep the little monster away from him for long, so the clown decided to have a little insurance policy. If the demon managed to get past a bag of bones and go after Kefka, BOY WOULD IT BE IN FOR A SHOCK! ---------------------- Hyperdrive: Kefka falls to sleep, luring the opponent to try and attack. In actuality, he's charging his Hyperdrive and when the opponent has their guard down, Kefka instantly wakes and fires a line of explosions at the opponent dealing medium-extreme non-elemental damage, depending on how long the move is charged. [Charge: 1 post] [Cooldown: 5 posts] Extra-Crispy Firaga: Kefka fires three fireballs that spread out for a short time and then converge on a single target. The attack deals medium fire damage. [CAN BE USED AGAIN] Scatter-Spray Blizzaga: Kefka fires a large block of ice which stops in midair then shatters into smaller ice cubes, which then fire in a spread over a wide area at an opponent. Deals medium ice damage [CAN BE USED AGAIN] Trine: Kefka conjures three sets of triangles around an opponent, which then converge onto the unfortunate victim. Deals Heavy non-elemental damage [Cooldown: 1 post] Forsaken: Kefka conjures an energy crest which rains energy orbs onto an opponent, ending either when the duration is over or when the opponent is hit. Kefka himself cannot move unless in EX mode while using this attack. Deals heavy non-elemental damage [Cooldown: 1 post] Waggle-Wobbly Firaga: Kefka baseball pitches a fireball at his opponent, which stops and changes direction as it travels towards its opponent, though it is slow-moving. When it hits, it deals multiple hits of weak fire damage. [Cooldown: 1 post] Zap-Trap Thundaga: Kefka conjures lightning bolts to strike around an opponent, hoping to catch them as they try to escape it. Deals medium electric damage if the bolts strike home [Cooldown: 1 post] word count @tag notes if you want
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Deumion was resting peacefully at a local inn in a town called Narshe. The cold had been a bit much and he'd collapsed on his journey North. Luckily, his trusty companion, Phrekyos, had carried him into town and into the safe keeping of a local inn keeper. The holy beast was met with initial screams of terror. It seemed as if the people of this small mining town had troubles with some sort of beast in the mines to the North, and they'd initially mistaken the canine for this beast. Common sense eventually dictated that he was not trouble, mostly because he entered town from the South, and the beast spoke and was quite gentle.
Several hours elapsed when the powerful mage was shocked to awaken at the sound of an explosion, coming from the mountains. Deumion kicked himself out of the bed, only to see his light armor and cape lying next to a coat and pair of long pants. Someone from the inn had dressed him in some thick pajamas, apparently. It only took a moment for him to dress himself in the thicker clothing over his normal armor. He still adorned his white cape, a symbol of the war he'd once fought in many centuries ago.
The innkeeper tried to block his way as he went to exit the small business. "You've only just awaken, you can't go out in the cold yet, you'll catch your death out there." Deumion made a face of irritation and looked back towards the mountain.
"What was that blast just now?"
"Probably the beast from the cave. We've had a problem with what we're afraid is another Esper in town." Deumion made a mental note to ask what an Esper was later. "Its been kidnapping children lately. The innkeeper and a few other citizens just went to check it out." Ok, so this wasn't the actual innkeeper. It must have been a relative or close friend. Deumion nudged his way past the man and made for the door against the man's wishes.
"I'll check it out and retrieve your children for you. Keep everyone safe in their homes."
The man must have realized Deumion had power, because he didn't try to stop him again, and the holy caster proceeded to exit whistling for his companion in the meanwhile. A portal quickly opened and out popped the large white beast before the Keeper of Light could even close the door. He quickly hopped on the canine's back pointing North.
"There's something monstrous up in the caverns. Its taking the children, and it must be stopped."
Phrekyos didn't utter a word and bounded along the main street of Narshe. At the beast's speed, it didn't take him long to find a cave's entrance, except it had caved in. Phrekyos lowered his head and barreled through the earthen barrier, knocking most of the debris from his path. As he did, he was sure he heard another blast from deeper within the cavern. If the children were near, this would have to be settled, quickly. Deumion hopped from Phrekyos's back and made his way further into the cavern. Due to the tight spaces of the tunnels, the large holy beast was unable to travel alongside him and quickly vanished back into the portal from whence he came.
It wasn't long before he came upon what looked to be an old man fighting a young male. There was another clown looking person laying down, apparently taking a nap, but it seemed as if the old man was torturing the boy. Could this old man be the 'monster' the people have been worried of? Deumion couldn't stand by and leave that to chance.
"Enough! Leave the children of this town alone!"
Deumion didn't wait for an answer. He cast a spell to target the older man, in an attempt to put his ire towards the powerful mage instead. A massive blast of electricity barreled downward from the top of the cavern, creating a large shockwave. Thunderbolt XVI was the pinnacle of electricity spells and was targeting the old man in an attempt to create seperation and give the young boy a chance to recover.
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Master Xehanort smirked at the Dark Knight as he avoided the Master's spell, backing up against the wall and looking as if he was weighing his options. Indeed, this was a sticky situation he found himself in. Should the napping Kefka decide to join in, Dieter would find himself face to face with two incredibly dangerous mages. The situation would then turn dire for him very quickly.
With Dieter where he was currently, Xehanort found himself in the perfect position to take out the man right then and there before he even had a chance to fight him. However, something tickled at the old Master's senses. It was a familiar feeling; the feeling of magic. It wasn't coming from him, Kefka, or Dieter, however... so it must have been someone else.
Just as Xehanort came to that conclusion, a bolt of lightning came his way. This was of no consequence to the elderly Master, who simply blocked the attack with his invisible Telekinetic Shield. The bolt seemed to just stop short before striking Xehanort, the strands of electricity going around his body without harming him before fizzling out.
Without even acknowledging the fact he was just attacked, the Master turned to face the newcomer, who had shouted something about leaving the children alone before he attacked him. "I believe you are confused, boy. You shouldn't go around slinging spells when you are not even aware of the situation you so casually walked into." The old man didn't seem to even be aware of the boy's attempt to harm him.
Xehanort gave the man a sinister smirk in his direction, waiting to see if the boy would simply back off or if he would decide to join the fray. He would ignore Dieter for now, or at least he appeared to. In fact, he still kept an eye on the Dark Knight just in case.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 15, 2018 3:43:30 GMT -5
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| Dieter’s iridescent amber eyes narrowed as the cold realization dawned upon him, yet another had intruded upon his domain. For a fraction of a second, the Dark Knight felt his heart as it’d plummeted to the pit of his stomach. His breath caught in his chest as he’d tried to discern if the Kefka and Master Xehanort had yet another ally lying in wait – the odds continued to stack against him. Neither of the mages’ saw how hips lips curved upwards, snide satisfaction briefly visible upon his feral features. Dueimon’s conjured lightning illuminated each inch of the surrounding cavern for a split second, its’ forked tongues slamming against an invisible wall just inches shy of its’ intended target. Dieter not one to waste a presented opportunity surged forward in the aftermath of the Lightning Bolt. Once more, a thick miasma began to radiate from the depths of his blade, one part an opaque matte black, the other a rich amaranthine.
Those two energies converged together, fusing together on an almost symbiotic level. What did it signify though? The activation of both Sanguine Sword and Infernal Strike , neither of which boded well for its’ intended recipient, Master Xehanort. Each and every fiber of the Dark Knight’s being stood on end as he’d closed the distance between the two, his blade arcing out with enough force that it’d visibly displaced the air. One could see that Dieter’s muscles strained, threatening to tear as they’d tried to cope with the momentary burst of strength, Belias’ Dark Templar’s secondary effects coming into play. Dieter’s heart beat increased drastically as his blade inched closer and closer to the Master Xehanort’s shield, uncertain if the sudden bombardment of Lightning would have dissipated it.
“Never avert your eyes from A Dark Knight.”
Dieter exclaimed with a cold-tone, his indifference suggesting that he wasn’t unfamiliar with the act of taking life.
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 ]
Sanguine Sword: An unhallowed sword art designed to strike down foes with an umbra-clad blade while simultaneously rejuvenating its caster’s vitality. When invoked, the blade is coated in an opaque onyx miasma that radiates an oppressing negativity, undermined by a feeling of unsated hunger. Should the blow connect, it deals an accumulative medium damage [ split between light physical & light dark-elemental damage]. In addition, it posses two secondary affects. The first of its’ effects the damage deal is equal to the amount its’ caster is healed by. Secondly, it has a remote chance of inflicting the Bleed status effect [ roll 1d10 7= bleed, opponent suffers light damage for next two rounds, effects are ceased if any form of curative magick is used] [Cooldown: 7 post _locked out] 1073qOIn1-10
Infernal Strike: An unhallowed sword art designed to strike down foes with an umbra-clad blade while simultaneously mitigating the cumbersome nature of its’ casters mental fatigue. When invoked, the blade is coated in a baleful amaranthine miasma that radiates a stifles ones’ clarity. Should the blow connect, it deals accumulative medium damage [ split between light physical & light dark damage] However, should the blow connect, it possesses a secondary effect, it has the chance of increasing a singular used abilities' cooldown by one [ roll 1d10 if 7, one enemies' ability currently on cooldown will increase by one] In addition, it is noted that it reduces the cool down of an ability not used this turn by one [can’t be used on Infernal Strike] [ Cooldown: 7 posts -locked out][ Reducing Crushing Blow Cool DOwn by 1 - usable next turn] 1-10
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 19:50:37 GMT -5
"Hee-hee-hee! But what fun is destruction if no "precious" lives are lost?" Kefka gave a loud snore as he seemed to nap away the time, lazily floating and reclining on thin air. However, beneath Kefka's paradoxically peaceful aura was an acute awareness of his surroundings. Of course, it did not take much for a god of magic to sense another mage in the room. And WOWZERS, was this guy one doozy of a mage! Kefka could practically feel the magic emanating from this boy and the mage hadn't even shown the good stuff yet. Was this Kefka's birthday already?! A demonic monster with powerful magic, an old fart with powerful magic AND a super mage with even more powerful magic! Oh, he hoped he wouldn't have to choose which one to brutally murder! So much power in one place, it reminded Kefka of the day he finally killed all those espers in Thamasa. Yes, that power would be HIS, but in due time. For now, he had to observe the fight to judge the old man's capabilities. Or how long it took before he died an ignoble death. Unfortunately for Kefka, Plan "Lure the Super Mage into a false sense of security then murder him and take his magic" hit a snag and just because of the overly long name. He was a smarmy little goody-two-shoes, going on about saving the children or some nonsense. As if children ever did any good for anyone. The temptation to murder the mage right then and there was almost too hard to pass up, but Kefka waited. His Hyperdrive was still building up and if he could just increase it to its maximum, it would be a world of pain for any caught in its path. Luckily for the jester, Xehanort made for an excellent distraction/human shield, as Dieter seemed to also be distracted with the old man. Excellent, this was progressing wonderfully and Kefka didn't have to do anything at all! Oh, who would come out alive at the end? Kefka could hardly wait, but he continued fake napping and remained patient. --------------------- Hyperdrive: Kefka falls to sleep, luring the opponent to try and attack. In actuality, he's charging his Hyperdrive and when the opponent has their guard down, Kefka instantly wakes and fires a line of explosions at the opponent dealing medium-extreme non-elemental damage, depending on how long the move is charged. [Charge: 2 posts] [Cooldown: 5 posts] Trine: Kefka conjures three sets of triangles around an opponent, which then converge onto the unfortunate victim. Deals Heavy non-elemental damage [CAN BE USED AGAIN] Forsaken: Kefka conjures an energy crest which rains energy orbs onto an opponent, ending either when the duration is over or when the opponent is hit. Kefka himself cannot move unless in EX mode while using this attack. Deals heavy non-elemental damage [CAN BE USED AGAIN] Waggle-Wobbly Firaga: Kefka baseball pitches a fireball at his opponent, which stops and changes direction as it travels towards its opponent, though it is slow-moving. When it hits, it deals multiple hits of weak fire damage. [CAN BE USED AGAIN] Zap-Trap Thundaga: Kefka conjures lightning bolts to strike around an opponent, hoping to catch them as they try to escape it. Deals medium electric damage if the bolts strike home [CAN BE USED AGAIN] word count @tag notes if you want
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 9:16:53 GMT -5
Now, Deumion was left completely baffled as of what to do. The elderly man with the overly large key weapon had deflected his attack and suggested he survey the scene before attacking. As such, Deumion took stock in everything he was seeing. First, he was almost positive the clown was a villain. What hero would sit idly by while a companion was being attacked? Secondly, the 'boy' he thought he was saving didn't appear completely human as he attacked the elderly man. Could this devilish presence be the monster that was attacking the children? Finally, the hairless gentleman had some magical strength. He was able to easily deflect Deumion's Thunderbolt spell, and that is no easy feat.
Now, Deumion would have to make a decision. Who was in the right, and who was in the wrong? The clown was clearly in the wrong. The guardian was almost positive about that statement. The other two required further investigation. It could be that the demonic boy was acting in self defense, but it could also be that this elderly man was the inn keeper who'd come to investigate the explosion. Deumion didn't get that vibe because he could sense the presence of his magical energy. What mere inn keeper would be able to use magic with that kind of prowess.
Deumion then took note of the sleeping clown. He sensed a rising energy, but that could be due to a stasis ability to restore his capabilities. If the first explosion was the beginning of this fight, then it would have been going on for some time, and he might have needed to recover. Be that as it may, he was definitely no hero, and had just earned Deumion's full attention. Deciding that the elderly man was probably the hero of this fight, Deumion would have to apologize for the attack later, but for now, he'd deal with the demon's sidekick.
"My apologies. Deal with the devil before you, and I shall take care of his ally!"
With that a massive burst of wind came through the otherwise dark corridor. As it passed Deumion, it became filled with tiny shards of ice as the wind became a frosty cloud. It sought to overtake the clown with millions of tiny, razor-sharp crystals. As if that weren't enough, a massive spear-like pillar of ice arose from beneath the sleeping foe, attempting to skewer him. Blizzard XVI was the ultimate level of ice type magic, and it would make for the doom of the devil's ally.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- COOLDOWNS Thunderbolt XVI - 3 Blizzard XVI - 4
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"Light and darkness, they are a balance—one that must always be maintained." |
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Xehanort couldn't believe what he was hearing. This newcomer completely misread the situation, but not to the elderly Master's disadvantage. Instead of having two opponents to deal with, now he had one. Surely Kefka could handle the mage boy. He clearly had that much skill in him. Maybe Xehanort was giving the clown too much credit, but he didn't think so. 'Yes... i'll see how this plays out.' Thankfully, he had been keeping an eye on Dieter, as the Dark Knight charged him, attempting to take advantage of his perceived distraction. He said something about not taking your eyes off of a Dark Knight, which made Xehanort smirk with amusement.
"Foolish child." His shield was gone now, but that wasn't his only source of defense. Half a second before Dieter's blade made contact with him, Xehanort seemed to simply Blink from existence, reappearing directly behind Dieter and countering his attack with a Blizzaga Barrage, swinging his Keyblade in a horizontal arc and firing four large ice spikes in his opponent's direction. "You are not a Knight. You are an animal... and you need to be put down." The old Master looked towards Dieter, his amused smirk remaining. He had forgotten how exhilarating a battle could be.
After all was said and done, his victory would be sweet indeed...
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 24, 2018 23:47:10 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Dieter’s rage was further tempered by Master Xehanort’s chastising remark, one that he’d hoped to silence as his blade inched dangerously closer to the elderly man. However, the instance right before contact, his intended target suddenly vanished, warping himself to safety. Perhaps, the Dark Knight would have been unnerved by this, albeit, his sharpened senses alerted him to the man’s presence as he’d reappeared directly behind him. His head craned in the Xehanort’s direction, narrowing into thin slits as he’d saw the man materialized four sizable icy javelins, each of which were hovered harmlessly in the air. The Dark Knight’s teeth gritted against another as he’d pivoted on his heel bring his blade to meet the advances of one of the spears. His teeth ground against one another as he’d felt his blade impact against the side of first projectile, the resulting force veered it off course but it’d also sent Dieter stumbling backwards. He’d struggled to correct himself as he’d attempted to deflect the second and third javelin. Surprisingly, he’d managed to do so albeit not without suffering some glancing blows – each one slightly worse than the last. However, the last spear Dieter failed to bring his blade up in time, its’ icy tip piercing his side, its’ jagged edges tearing a sizable chunk from his side. The Dark Knight’s left hand shot down towards it, pressingly down firmly as he’d attempted to staunch the bleeding – an effort that was for naught.
He knew what he could do to staunch the bleeding, his eyes clenching shut as he’d recited the incantation for Fire , completing it within a few seconds. The Dark Knight’s eyes went wide as he’d felt the flames flare to life, their searing heat licking at his own sides as he’d willingly subjected himself to pain to staunch a majority of the bleed. His consciousness threatened to leave him as the pain assaulted his senses. Still, Dieter remained conscious, albeit barely. The Daemon daringly stepped forward, not even acknowledging the shower of ice created by the other mage.
“ A cornered animal has nothing left to lose…”
Dieter replied as he’d stepped forward, his blade arcing outwards Master Xehanort, however midway through the swing, it’d faltered and Dieter’s body went limp like a marionette with its’ strings cut. He unceremoniously crumpled to the ground, his consciousness finally fading as his head smacked against the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2018 20:45:57 GMT -5
"Hee-hee-hee! But what fun is destruction if no "precious" lives are lost?" Ohohoho, the little goody two shoes wanted to play rough. Kefka could see Master Xehanort's trick for what it is and the naive fool stepped right into it. Kefka admitted to himself that he had underestimated the old fart. He would be a difficult one to put down indeed. Much better than that idiotic Emperor Gestahl. Xehanort was almost worthy enough to serve. But enough about that, time to deal with this little cherub that insisted upon interfering. As the Blizzard XVI spell flew towards the seemingly unaware Kefka, the jester's eyes snapped open and he grinned like a shark that had smelled blood in the world. He did a mid-air backflip and shrieked, "Special Delivery!" Suddenly, an extremely fast line of explosions, in the shape of pillars, shot through Deumion's position and spell. The blizzard shards melted from the intense heat and the rest of the shards wasn't nearly enough to do much harm to Kefka, though the remnant did hit. Kefka then cackled loudly and actually stuck out his tongue and taunted Deumion. "WHOAHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! You should've left when you had the chance, ya wannabe hero! But now that I got two little succulent magic batteries for the price of one stupid cold as hell journey, I think I'll TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY! Oh, but don't worry, I'll put your abilities to good use! After all, there's so many worlds out there, I'll need a lot more power if I'm going to DESTROY THEM ALL! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"Kefka then pointed at Deumion and a blue, circular light flashed briefly. Kefka's Trine spell activated again, surrounding Deumion with three sets of blue Triangles that converged on Deumion, homing in on for a brief moment. And, much like Dieter before him, Deumion was subjected to another Forsaken attack as Kefka focused his power, creating a magical circle below him and one above him. The one above him moved towards Deumion, dropping black and white static-y spheres of dangerous magic, exploding into domes of destructive power. "Heheeheheheheheh, I sense a lot of magic in you, shrimp! I'm going to have a good time extracting it all! I promise it will only hurt for AN ETERNITY!"--------- Trine: Kefka conjures three sets of triangles around an opponent, which then converge onto the unfortunate victim. Deals Heavy non-elemental damage [Cooldown: 4 posts] Hyperdrive: Kefka falls to sleep, luring the opponent to try and attack. In actuality, he's charging his Hyperdrive and when the opponent has their guard down, Kefka instantly wakes and fires a line of explosions at the opponent dealing medium- extreme non-elemental damage, depending on how long the move is charged. [Cooldown: 5 posts] Forsaken: Kefka conjures an energy crest which rains energy orbs onto an opponent, ending either when the duration is over or when the opponent is hit. Kefka himself cannot move unless in EX mode while using this attack. Deals heavy non-elemental damage [Duration: 2 posts or until opponent is hit] [Cooldown: 4 posts] word count @tag notes if you want
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2018 16:39:49 GMT -5
Whatever Deumion had thought the clown had been capable of was a vast underestimate. He watched in surprise as the clown bolted upwards unleashing a torrent of fire magic in his direction. Deumion crossed his arms in front of his face, as a pillar erupted beneath him. He did not budge from his spot, as some part of him was vaguely excited at the thought of a challenge, something he so rarely experienced. The flames hurt, but he believed his own fire spell was at least an equal of this spell.
As the light from the spell ended, Deumion stood, aching for sure, but unmoved. He was the most powerful spellcaster from his own realm, and it would take a lot more than one spell to dispatch him. The clown, however, had more up his sleeves. A series of triangles appeared around him, and began to close in on his location. He leapt backwards, but the triangles had locked onto his movements, and they too slammed into the summoner.
Phrekyos, make your way to the heart of the cavern. I may require your assistance.
As Deumion issued his mental command to his massive holy beast, he noticed a third spell as arcane seals appeared above and below him. He quickly rolled forward out of the spell's way, while chanting his answer for Kefka's barrage.
"It seems you are a powerful caster of your own right. My basic spells won't cut it then."
The cavern ceiling seemed to rip open as a black abyss appeared above the two spellcasters. Immediately, a barrage of molten chunks of rock darted toward Kefka. This was just a prelude to the travesty to come. The elderly man would have to be careful, or Deumion would be responsible for another innocent death. He wasn't as worried about the demonic boy, because he seemed to be another vile entity in this cavern that needed disposed of. A massive meteor seemed to stretch the edges of the abyss and it made its attempt to crush the enemy caster beneath his powerful magic. Starfall XVI was one of Deumion's upper tier spells, and its sheer devastation would show those in the cave just what this seemingly foolish boy was capable of.
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Phrekyos waited patiently for further instructions from his master. It had been at least ten minutes since his master left to search the cavern, but he finally recieved instructions stating that he needed to be by Deumion's side. Immediately, the loyal beast bounded down the narrow cavern walkways in search of the battlefield that awaited him. What kind of monstrocity would be able to counter Deumion's powerful arsenal? Phrekyos nearly made up for half of the distance before he felt an intense heat, and he saw a bright light of several explosions in the distance. Was that in favor of Deumion, or not?
Master! Are you alright?!
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