Fantasy A journey in Altrya - The wrath of the unknown [CLOSED]

[Dominaiscna]

Filler for the the Faustiness

Larke
Despite having met him only earlier that day, Larke knew that he was someone of immense power. And judging by how invincible he was when he was absolutely destroying guards left and right in the colosseum, she’d gotten it into her head that he was unkillable, that she’d never see someone like him die, for better or for worse. However now, as the light faded from his eyes and any remnants of a soul left his body, she looked upon him with new eyes. His shell... without such a strange and disturbing soul..he almost looked normal, almost human. It was almost funny how scared she was earlier. Now all she felt was just a little bit sad as she looked upon the broken vessel.

Still, the tome in her arms reverberated with power that still was there for the taking and she cradled the book protectively. While there was still magic, she had to save the phoenix and in turn, grant Fausts’s last wishes. However... in order to do so, she would have to get out of her current situation that is. At that moment, Ravus had her like a puppy by the scruff of her neck (in this case dress) and questioned whether she had anything to do with his scepter. She knew not at all about what was going on but she didn’t care. Despite not wanting to hurt people, she just had to deal with him and get to the more important things at hand... such as the phoenix. “I don’t know what you are talking about, but let me go.”

However, just as she was about to use her piercing crest which may have resulted in Ravus losing a few finger tips or so, an immense soul resonance washed over her and she turned startled. For a moment she thought that Faust had some how made a miraculous return and was flooded by both feelings of relief, anticipation and utter horror. However, the soul was different... or to be more specific, the resonances of two souls. One she recognized as Emily’s from meeting her before. The other.. was completely unfamiliar.. from an incredibly damaged soul.

“Don’t tell me you’ve degraded to such an extent that you’d pick on a child.”

Vesta
With a huge boom of magic, a shockwave reverberated across the battlefield as the scepter’s magical bonds broke, releasing all of its stored power. However, just as the magic rushed into the unfilled void, it was sucked back as a bright like burst from the place above the shattered pieces of the scepter. Once the light faded, who else was standing in its place but Vesta in all her glory having been completely restored to her full potential and was free of Ravus’s control.

Her eyes burned with a seething rage and her hands lit in flames of hot pink and white, slowly forming her iconic armblade. “Ravus, old friend,” she said through clenched teeth, eyes narrowed in absolute hatred and malice, “guess who’s back?” Vesta had finally regained her senses. “Did you miss me?” Before she might have let him go... but after he enslaved her like a puppet...and used her as he loled. “did you miss me??”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have lots of time to catch up on the good old days,” she said dangerously sweetly, “just you and I.” Raising her blade, Vesta launched herself at Ravus, aiming to kill.

LostHaven Chachalotte

 

[LostHaven]

It's all a dream...

It's all a dream...

None of this is real...

It's just a nightmare...

Barely able to catch her breath, Emily sped through the hallway. As she ran, arcane torches lit up beside her, giving her enough light, barely able to just stay out of the darkness before the next set of lights before her ignited. She barely even had time to stop and admire the intricate design of the wall. Everything in this place was designed with utmost attention. Even the runes engraved into the walls was like a piece of art. The ceiling was pitch black, like you were staring into an infinite abyss above you. The floor was of polished white marble. As Emily looked down at her reflection, her reflection stared back at her. However, once again, she had not the time to be stopping and admiring these little things. Only one thing mattered right now.
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At the end of the long hallway, Emily finally came to a halt before a massive set of doors. They were of black obsidian, outlined with gold. She reached out to push the door. However, as soon as her fingers made contact with the black glass, arcane runes immediately activated and the doors swung open by themselves. Before her, were shelves upon shelves of tomes. Mountains of forgotten lore and forbidden knowledge. Black and gold chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lighting the room a brilliant purple. It wasn't the dark, ominous looking colour that Emily often associated with Faust's Necromancy and dark magic of the sort. Rather, it felt like arcane energy illuminated the halls, permeating through the air. Stopping, Emily began to drift off, looking around this place...

Emily suddenly came back to her senses, as footsteps rang down the aisle. They sounded familiar- leather shoes hitting against the marble. Her gaze drifted off the endless sea of tomes, and settled upon a tall figure, all in black. His most distinguishing figure was of course, the beaked mask. However, even without that, Emily would recognise that black cloak from anywhere. It wasn't as if anyone else in Blaros dressed like some cultist (edgy kid). "Faust!" She called out. "You just ran off without a word! I thought something might have happened to you!"
"Something probably happened already."
"What do you mean?"
"Look a bit closer."
In the shadows, Emily suddenly noticed another cloaked figure- holding a scythe in one hand, and an hourglass in the other. "What the hell?! Is that-"
"Death, basically. Or the Reaper, whatever you want to call it."
"We have to get out!"
"Not possible."
Emily looked at Faust puzzled- she was desperate to get out of this place now- the FUCKING GRIM REAPER was literally watching them.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"In the name of Hades, you're dying to get out of here, aren't you?"
"Stop making puns! Get the hell out!"
"I already said, it's not possible..."
"What do--"
"Dreams don't last forever."
Having said that, Faust's form suddenly became blurred, as he disintegrated into nothing. Soon, Emily's surroundings faded as well. All that was left was a voice which echoed through an empty abyss.
"Don't count on anything. Dreams don't mean anything anways."

Emily jolted up from her position lying down, lost her balance and suddenly fell off of her bed, crashing into the wooden floor with a noticeable 'bang.' At that point, she had noticed tears which had formed near the edge of her eyes.
"You're awake huh. Nightmare or spazz-attack?"
Lucius' voice suddenly called out. Emily jolted her head around, to see Lucius sitting at her desk, reading... a book?
"Were you here the whole time? That's really creepy."
"I figured. Don't exclude the possibility that I did unspeakable things to you in your sleep."
"What the hell?! Now this is getting downright-"
"I know..."
Sighing, Emily picked herself up off the floor, and left her blankets in a heap on her bed. "I had a nightmare."
"What happened?"
Emily tried to think back to her nightmare, but most of it was missing. She could only remember little details.
"Faust was in it... And the Reaper."
"As in the Reaper? Like the tarot card?"
"yep."
"You'll probably break up with your boyfriend."
"I don't have a boyfriend..."
"Well, it probably means the death of something, someone, or the end of it... Dreams are a bunch of baloney anyways. Don't think too hard on it."
Emily thought for a while, before speaking up again.
"What's wrong?"
"Huh?"
"Come on, something's wrong."
"How do you tell?"
"Come on Lucius. You sound too serious, and you've only made a single inappropriate joke in the past three minutes. I know you can usually do better."

Finally sighing, Lucius closed his book and handed Emily a letter. At first glance, Emily couldn't tell who had written the letter. The handwriting was neat- and the letter looked legitimate, like it had been sent by a noble or duke or something. It even had a seal on it. However, as she read through it, her heart suddenly sank, and a feeling of dread suddenly filled her chest...

What is of equivalent value to a human soul of pure and holy spirit? I've asked myself many times already- and the answer may be bluntly obvious. An eye for an eye, a life for a life. Know this- the cost of your soul may be too great to repay with mere actions and the exchange of a few swords. If you have received this, then I have already fallen. Otherwise, there would have been no need to send out my messenger, for I would have returned with my successful reaping.

Lucius, Emily, knowing that I have perished, I offer you both a choice- It is only a matter of time until the damage wrought unto Blaros is undone. Stay- for the riches I have gathered during my lifetime will last for generations to come. Stay in Blaros, and live your life as is.

But the world is so very vast. And if you so desire, it is yours to conquer. Should you choose to take up the sword, know that a path of pain and hardships lie ahead of you. Should you desire to see me once more, then know that the price of obtaining a soul from Death's icy grasp is the only thing that equates in value- the soul of another man. Should you still remain unfazed, seek out a phylactery- I know not where you would find an artifact of such corrupt power. You will be on your own.

I'm sorry that I could not say my proper goodbyes. But this will have to suffice- farewell. It matters not whether my name is remembered or finally completely claimed by time. Just stay safe- I die fully satisfied knowing my sacrifices were not all in vain.

Speechless, Emily collapsed onto the floor. Tears rolled down her cheeks- this was all her fault, wasn't it? Though she did not remember details, if Faust died to recover her soul, then this was her fault. This was a joke, wasn't it? Deep down, Emily knew this was serious- Faust never bothered to even write neatly, let alone use a seal. She looked up desperately at Lucius hoping it was all some cruel prank, yet no reaction came. Sighing, Lucius got to his feet, and exited Emily's room. She probably needed some private space anyways. "Well, you can go sit and cry all day. I'll go get something to eat. I've barely even eaten anything today..."

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[Chachalotte]

Ravus Eldclaw / Dalia Wright
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Despite the heavy wounds the King had to survive, the suffering couldn't end as he was projected away from an explosion of light along the destruction of the scepter. His head suddenly felt heavier for a short time as he couldn't breathe. After a while, he raised his head toward the sky as he gasped air furiously and glanced back at where Faust body was. Looking at the scepter now broken into thousand pieces, a lost Ravus' feeling resurfaces from the grave. As he looked at his hand tainted with blood and at the scenery, the woods, soldiers burning in flame and the Phoenix was losing control, nothing could be worse right now, apart for the fact that Vesta was rushing at him as he was weaponless. Some ice erupted from his arms but it wasn't powerful enough to block the deadly strike from Vesta as his arm was severely cut and the blade almost reached the bone, several drops of blood falling down. Bitting his lips in order to hide his pain, he noticed that his regeneration power has quickly fallen down and he was too far to reach his sword. He frowned again as he couldn't be taken down that easily. Even if he was mostly using his sword for a long time, his magic was still there as he was holding his energy, throwing flame in the form of a cross at Vesta, using this opportunity to run toward his sword.

Meanwhile, the Phoenix was suddenly waving his wings with weirds movements as his trajectory toward Remus was stopped as he was somewhat yelling from help as the scepter was no more. If someone could free him from the corruption his soul was suffering from, this was the best moment. However, the destruction of the scepter had caused the black mist surrounding the Phoenix going wild, trying to hold until the very end the Phoenix wild. The burning lava from the hole was going wild as the huge bird was sending a huge fireball that was huge, aiming at Larke, Vesta, and Ravus who tried to dodge the fireball by rolling on the side.

Dalia who had glanced at the eyes of the corrupted beast saw the trajectory of the fireball in advance as she ran toward Larke, aiming her shield as a defense. It wasn't enough to contain the whole fireball but it did protect Larke against it as she was sent flying away, but she put her sword on the ground, stopping her. Even if it means sacrificing an arm or her for life, she couldn't let die in any way the only one who could save the Phoenix from Altrya. Her arm holding her shield was greatly burned from the fire, but she still raised her head toward Larke. "Larke! Do it now!" Even if she only used to know her for several hours, she was willing to help her with all her thrust. The Phoenix wasn't moving anymore and felt down on the ground as he was attempting to hold himself even if he was struggling.

Some soldiers in the background were attempting to retreat while others corpses were still alive, some burning, some lifeless. They were all willing to help their King until the very end until they didn't expect this huge carnage from the promise their ruler had made and sorrow, pain and anger were the only things left they felt on their very being. The whole battlefield was on fire, the mad King maybe dead from the blast.

LostHaven Dominaiscna @RoxxxasNoAnima

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[Dominaiscna]

(when I realize that I haven't given either one any text colours ;-; )

Vesta
The flames that Ravus threw at the djinn just simply smoked against her form like it was nothing. After all, she was a djinn who was literally made of smoke so fire did nothing. However, Vesta knew that it was only a little distraction and she watched Ravus run for his sword. She let out a cold chuckle as her arm blade melted into white hot magic and then formed into another weapon, a javelin that burned pink with arcane magic. "Oh, Your Majesty wants a weapon?" she said almost mockingly in a voice that was a shout, but loud enough for those around to hear, "Let me help you with that."

At that, she threw the javelin in her hand at his running form, aimed at his back. The weapon shot through the air like a bolt of hot pink magic, rushing towards the Ravus. However, before she could make a dash towards the running man to follow her projectile, Vesta caught sight of the ball of flame rushing towards them. She rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the brunt of the explosion as her arcane shield flickered to life, casting off the flames. After all, she was in no danger of getting burnt, but her clothes and armor were.

Turning, the djinn made her way towards Ravus once again.

(whether the sword hits or not, you choose)

Chachalotte

Larke
With the new person dealing with Ravus, Larke turned to look for Faust's body. Where was it? Before she could even get a grip on what was happening, Red was at her side, covering her as fire exploded everywhere. The force sent Dalia away and she had to steady herself with her sword in the ground and the spirit was sent flying a little way too, rolling with the tome protectively clutched in her arms. Luckily, she had been saved from the flames thanks to her friends protection.

"Red!" The ethereal spirit could see how badly the girl's arms were burnt and though she did not know Red for long, it hurt to see her get injured for her sake. Fortunately, her wounds were not life threatening so Larke could bring her back to full health once all was over. Now was no time to dawdle. Red was right in saying she had to calm the phoenix now and the weight of the tome in her arms reminded of the responsibility she had.

Rushing to her feet, the spirit dashed like a white blur towards the phoenix as her body soaked up the magic overflowing from the tome, restoring her to her full power and even more. Soon, Larke was standing before the blazing form of the fire bird. Though the creature was still, she could feel the chaotic resonance of its soul, signalling its inner war against the corruption. In order to soul thread, she needed it to be in a calm and peaceful state and to, more importantly, trust her. There was one other form she could take that might resonate well with the phoenix.

Opening her mouth, Larke began singing her song of Silence. As she did so, the spirit gripped the tome tightly as her whole body glimmered with light. She seemed to lose form completely and expand towards the skies with speckles of white magic. Then this glimmering mist took form and where Larke used to be stood a White Lark. Or at least the appearance of one. The creature softly approached the fallen phoenix as she sang. The song, amplified by the magic of the tome, reached almost to the heavens and touching the souls of all in the area. As the phoenix looked upon the white bird, he would feel calmed despite the corruption seizing his soul and slowly lull into a state of unconsciousness.

Now with him in a peaceful state, the White Lark spread her large wings over the creature's body in a similar way that Larke had done for Red. A blinding white light seemed to emanate from the the fire bird's body as the bird of heaven began to do what Larke had done : Soulthread. It must've felt like an hour or so before the light died down, signalling the vanquishing of all corruption from the Phoenix's soul.

Satisfied, the White Lark stepped away from the resting form of the creature and the glimmering form of the white bird seemed to receded and once the glow had faded, there was just Larke. She had exhausted everything, even the magic in the tome, and with that, she collapsed.

@RoxxxasNoAnima LostHaven

Spoiler: White Lark Reference

Keep in mind, these things are enormous. Probably 4 meters in height with a total wingspan of 12 meters.

 

[Chachalotte]

Ravus Eldclaw
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The fireball sent Ravus in the air as he could have nearly died from the explosion from a few meters. It was pure luck. "With all the worst outcomes that happened today, I guess this is one of the luckiest." He thought as he projected water toward the ground in order to fell down without any more scratches. He reached and held his sword with his only arm left and turned at Vesta with a grinned as he defended himself against the incoming javelin, the pink magic fading away against the sheer of the blade. "You know, I have more tricks up my sleeves then you think." As mighty he wanted to look, each of his heartbeats was faster each second, hiding his fears on the outside. His sword glowed with strange glowing particles as his eyes concentrated toward his sword.

Dalia Wright / The Phoenix
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Holding her arm then herself back up, she watched Lark turning into an angel, her melody slowly calming the Phoenix. The fire across its slowed down as the corruption of its own heart was trying its best to keep its grasp by injuring the Phoenix, but it was too late. With a distort sound, the corruption became a ball and tried to attack Larke but failed miserably as it vanished away. Slowly raising her wings back, The Phoenix flames stopped as she fled and caught Larke on her back before she could reach the ground. "You have done a great deed, my child. I owe you my life, as well as everyone here." The Phoenix's voice was peaceful, calming echoing as it gently put Larke on the wall. The circle of flames around the area was fading away as the beast went into the air, raising its wing as the burned forest slowly started to came back to life. A glowing aura felt down onto the battleground as the fallen soldiers slowly went back onto their feets, searching for clues on how they were still alive. Everyone looked at the Phoenix doing an outstanding magic, including Dalia as her arm was recovering. The Phoenix whispered in Larke's ears. "I need to rest for a little while... I'm sorry. This won't solve all the chaos I have caused because of my bolt action during the past, but I'm willing to stop the madness of this endless war, once and for all. I will soon be back..." The Phoenix turned into a glorious red feather, falling down into Larke's pocket.

As everyone was back, Ravus looked back at Vesta with a haughty look as he was ready to tell his soldiers to hold her off. However, his thought was interrupted as he felt shiver through his spine. Some magicians and a man, wearing quite the luxurious hunter habits were behind him. He saw the last remnants of Faust before staring back at him. "Your reign is over, Mad King. Fell down to your knees and it will make your punishment less miserable later on." Were the first words spoken by the hunter. Ravus rotated toward him and raised his arms with a sarcastic tone.
"I didn't expect such an outcome. Seeing an old comrade of mine after so long!" The hunter shook his head while closing his eyes showing his deception from the man he once was friend with. The ground shook for a second as the ball of corruption from before use its last grip to hold the King, dragging him down toward the open hole of lava. Surprised and with the burst of power from the grasp, Ravus couldn't do anything as he fell down inside the pit of lava. One magician electrocutes the ball of corruption and it was completely destroyed. The Hunter ran toward the edge but it was too late. The King was doomed that day, and nothing could be done. All of his soldiers looked at each other and didn't hesitate, they had put their swords on the ground, raising their hands. They had given up and couldn't believe they were used as toys.

Dalia, who was looking on the sideline approached Larke and gently carried her like a bride with a smile directed at her. However, she went back to Remus with a worried look when Ravus was thrown into the pit from the corruption. "This... This Isn't right! Not only this man won't have justice for what he had done, but we will never know how he went that far..."
The Hunter with a closed fist couldn't have any remorses now. His sights went toward the mysterious trio that came mysteriously from a portal. A mage had seen their arrival but no one could enter inside the circle at the time of the event. The magicians had to take care of the fire with mater magics in order to stop the fire from spreading across the lands. Not only the trio was using magic that seems far beyond any citizens of Altrya comprehension, the magic of all kind becoming rarer as the time passed on. The hunter approached them with great interest. "Well, well. Isn't you all are the heroes we needed? Sadly, you weren't part of any prophecy. But, aren't you happy to see me?" Seen the cold look on Dalia's face, it was sure she doesn't know him at all, and that was also maybe the case with Remus. (I let you choose that) He talked again but this time with more manners. "As the leader of Downtown, Jett Balkras, I salute you for your determination against the rise of the unknown beast. " Dalia sighed. "Blaros..." Jett looked at her but she looked away. This guy wasn't trustworthy at all and she couldn't share with him all the information she had to gather the past few days. She had to tell Remus about her thoughts but also Larke when she will wake up. "However... You are also quite suspicious and you will have to follow us. Don't try any harm, or we will have to use brute strength." He grinned a little bit as he saw the anguished look on Dalia's face. "Relax! I'm not like Calithilon. He would have bored you with such a speech, I'm sure. There are 3 horses at my back, feel free to use them. Just let me tell some jokes at the magicians and they won't bother you with some stupid questions."

"Why are you doing that?" Dalia asked fastly before Jett left. "The war is far from over. Erase all your traces from this day onward, because you triggered something even bitter than hell. I feel like you should keep acting in the shadows if you want to stay alive." It was the last words from the hunters as he walked away from the trio as the soldiers from Ravus were captured and tied by the magicians. This raised her doubt about him even more as his words seemed cold but also sent quite the fears. After this long day of trouble, the horses weren't that far and were well dressed. "We should go at a tavern. There is one not that far, there we can have a really long talk." The last sentence she heard from the confusing Jett would stay in her mind for a long time. She looked back at Remus with a warm smile, trying to forget what they had been thought, catching some real sleep. "What do you think about it?"

Tag: LostHaven Dominaiscna @RoxxxasNoAnima

 

[LostHaven]

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Death claimed his grand prize today. The soul of the Grand Archmage whom had defied him for centuries was finally returned to the eternal abyss. Even so, death failed to stop him once, and would do so again... Blue leylines traced across the earth, and the ground began to permeate with a combination of both arcane energy, and a chilling aura filled the air. The amount of arcane energy that had saturated the air was so great, it could have been used to create a bomb that would completely obliterate Blaros. Had the Grand Archmage made his return so soon? With such great amounts of arcane energy, the possible things Faust had done with it were numerous...

However, what occured next would betray everyone's expectations. A huge torrent of cold water fell upon everyone within the radius of the arcane circle, and everyone caught in it would've been completely drenched. Apparently, even Faust's own demise wouldn't stop him from goofing around. Excess water which had fallen upon the arcane circle immediately dissipated, and all that was left was more than a few people, covered head to toe in ice-cold water. Letters of some runic alphabet appeared around the arcane circle too, and for those who were able to read runes, it read: "Let light fadeth thus, stuff, cringey shit, et cetera, blah blah blah, seriously what is the point of this anyways? Also fuck you Ravus go shove a stick up your ass and then tie a noose and hang yourself you worthless son of an autist and a bitch. Also pls dump your wife she is a bitch in more than one way and also I broke your stick so IOU an ass-beating for breakin itthat and because you acquired some magic stick without asking me for advice or something seriously it's so obvious that thing is evil also your a fucking moron and now I'm going to hell thanks a lot.- Your's sincerely (not), 'Old Man'" However, that wasn't the only purpose of the circle.

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It took her a while to calm down, but tears finally ceased falling from Emily's eyes. She couldn't spend an eternity crying, after all. Finally standing up from her position, scrunched up in the corner, Emily had decided to take a breath of fresh air. She had barely taken a few steps outside her room, when suddenly, arcane energy engulfed her, as she was suddenly phased out of existence.

Less than a second later, Emily appeared two meters above ground, directly above a arcane circle of sorts, falling straight into the dirt with a thud. Lucius too, appeared from nowhere, and fell onto Emily's back. Needless to say, it was quite the bizarre scene. Two people appearing randomly in midair, and with a group of people around them who were completely drenched. This was sure one heck of a day, huh?

Chachalotte Dominaiscna @RoxxxasNoAnima