Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
Kaldor DreigoKylesar1 said:Ari said nothing when he caught Primrose. He snapped his fingers and nothing seemed to happen. When the strikes came, he jumped to the side, letting the Wind take him across the room. "You're quite welcome to wield Primrose, Kaldor."
Primrose gathered energy and a Holy Fire tornado was unleashed right in his face at point blank range. It'd scorch everything in the upper half of his body. If it didn't kill him, it'd do quite a bit of damage
"A god gave me that sword to fulfill my contract. Primrose is mine and mine alone. You're free to keep holding it if you're some kind of masochist."
@Birdsie
Kaldor's face and upper body was blown into bits, along with the neck and some of the shoulders. He dropped to the floor, dead with Primrose lying next to him... However. Soon after, Kaldor's body quickly regenerated, his skull and face, and meat and skin regrowing itself. "Idiot. 300 years of Necromancy made me immortal. You cannot possibly imagine to beat me!" he spoke, at first with a gruntish tone, due to his body still regenerating. Kaldor got up and walked to the middle of the room, up the stairs onto the elevated position. He pressed his feet in a controlled way, as the stairs slowly moved up, leveling themselves out, then started going up the hole. Kaldor said "Goodbye, Waesmor. It's too late to save the world. That warlock of yours can't do anything. And I? I will get to live as an Ancient God in the next cycle of life. Once the Lord destroys this world, he will start things anew. I will become far more powerful than any deity!" with a warm, weirdly welcoming tone.
Jacen Rosenthal
Jacen walked towards Eliphas, to see if he was alright. He put one of his hands to Eliphas' veins... alive. "Eliphas is alive, master! But he has a lot of broken bones and is unconcious!" he yelled to Ari from across the big room.
Azriel
Azriel continued reading, but the barrier dissapeared and he fell over to his knees, throwing the books away. "It's too late... I can't study them in time. They're too hard to read... My god... we're going to die..." he said, with an extremely sad, if not depressed voice. He just sat there, waiting... and waiting. "All we can do is wait for the inevitable. We may delay it, but it will happen. Only 5 minutes left, Waesmor... all because of you. Are you happy? I hope you're fucking happy. When everyone in the universe dies, including you, Arabelle, me, or the rest of your group? That's going to be your fault. Really. I hope you're content, you deluded fool."