Fantasy The Calm After War (Always Open and Accepting)

[Kylesar1]

Lucien Lacroix
Battleship: Medical Bay
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A burst of holy magic made Lucien feel as if his body had been set ablaze and the pain woke him up from his unconsciousness. His eyes snapped opened and his body sprung up, causing him a great amount of pain as his sudden movements had reopened some of his wounds. He groaned as he clutches his body covered in bandages and stitches all the while noting the sounds of battle outside.

"Where am I?" he muttered, his mind in a daze as it always does when he wakes in a new vessel.

He fought through the pain and moved his body, forcing it to stand so that he may make his way out of the medical bay, he needed to find out where he is, he needed to know what is going on. With those present around him simply too busy attending to other, more fatally injured soldiers, Lucien was able to slip out and eventually made it up to the upper decks.

Upon his arrival, he noticed that some part of his bandages had been soaked in blood, and even in his hazy state he was able to make the connection that the blood was his own. He place his hand over it, thinking that he needed to stop the bleeding, and after a few moments, the bleeding has indeed stopped. With the bleeding topped, he proceeds onward, only to stop when he sensed a mass of malevolent magic rapidly approaching. Immediately, a shield appeared before him and stopped the malevolent magic, though the shield shattered in the process, it was made so that it would be just enough to stop the bolt of death.

No matter how many times he had been resurrected, no matter which body he possesses, Lucien was always quick to remember, almost instinctively, two spells, being his healing hands and barrier. It is not clear, even to him, but these must have been two of his earliest magic learned, and he must have wielded them so much that they were intrinsic to his being. Even while his memories may be lost, these two spells were the two things he always held on to.

Lucien continued onward till he reached the edge of the deck. From there he peeked downwards only to see a battle raging on.

"What is going on?" he muttered again, and again, his empty mind gave no answer.

Spoiler: New body

Kylesar1

An Elven soldier with a battleaxe barked at him. "Get your shit together, Private! Waesmor is out there fighting a powerhouse and we need to protect this damn ship from Berserkers. the Griffin can only do so much! Arm up and move, damnit." He charged at a few Orc swordsmen who managed to get on the ship and were trying to attack some of the mages. Ari was near the ship, but he wasn't on the ship, nor was his focus.

Dan dodged as best he could but even then he still got hit every now and again. "That's enough, dark pulse." He yelled as he sent out a wave of dark magic that knocked everything away from him. "I'll show you hell you worthless maggot. Destruction Storm!" As he said this the shadow fog around him began to swirl and grow. It now gave off a strong feeling of bloodlust and madness. As a stray arrow from the battle field flew into the cloud it was instantly destroyed. "You should be proud, no one has ever been able to push me this far. Now die like a good maggot." As he said this the ball of destructive black smoke that surrounded him shot forth towards Ari. Dan held on to the spell keeping control of it as he waited for him to dodge, for like Ari's arrows he controled the smoke.

Ari Waesmor​

Ari suddenly appeared in Dan's face. With a blue Mystical Aura surrounding his arm, Ari punched him in the face with tremendous force. It released a sonic boom and blasted him straight to the ground as if Dan himself had been shot out of a cannon straight towards the ground. Upon hitting the ground, it'd make a deep crater and kill anyone he landed on.

How did this happen without Dan's Knowledge? Firstly, Dan, using smoke, had his vision obscured by said smoke. That alone kept any and all of Ari's intentions a visual secret. Secondly, Dan knocked the arrows away, not necessarily destroyed them. Ari just took control of a few unbroken ones that was falling and shot them up with Telekinesis. Next was the Transposition Spell, and Ari was right there in Dan's face with the smoke moving towards Ari, leaving Dan completely open to attack.

"A worm with magic is still a worm," Ari looked down at Dan with disgust and pointed his crossbow at him. To Ari, Dan was an empty-headed academic who thought he could come conquer an actual battlefield with his own hands because he could cast a few spells. Ari respected a good fighter. Dan just had bark. A toxic bark, but a bark was still a bark. "Mega Snipe," Ari muttered. 3 magic circles appeared over the tip of the Bolt notched to the Crossbow. "Listen up." Now Ari's voice was projecting into Dan's head. "Good deed #1: Punching instead of stabbing you. This is Good deed #2. I offer you one chance and one chance only to live. You're clearly out of your league here." Mega Snipe traveled at Sniper Speed. Good luck reacting fast enough to deflect, reflect, dodge, or do pretty much anything except die from it. "Go slink back to your cave, or die. My daughter destroyed your undead before and you won't live to raise more if you think you can take me on."

 

[Paint The Wind]

Arabelle shoved the medics off of her and tried to get up but collapsed. “Fuck!” Her leg was hurting a ton. “Fuck, I have to help! I have to fight. Let me go help Ari! I’ll find a wheelchair or something, let me help!” She was frantic, her eyes wild and fearful.

Kylesar1

 

[fuil]

Dan growled as he slowly stood up covered in wounds. He glared at Ari as his left arm hung limp as it was broken. "I'm ashamed to admit it to a maggot like you but, I'll retreat for now but know this I will find you and that daughter of yours will die by my hand." He then seemed to vanish in a cloud of black smoke as he cast deaths wings and flew away towards his tower in a blur of black feathers.

 

[Kylesar1]

Arabelle shoved the medics off of her and tried to get up but collapsed. “Fuck!” Her leg was hurting a ton. “Fuck, I have to help! I have to fight. Let me go help Ari! I’ll find a wheelchair or something, let me help!” She was frantic, her eyes wild and fearful.

Kylesar1

"No can do, Arabelle. If you can't walk, you shouldn't be fighting. We will get you back to the room and heal up your leg." The medics picked her up, kicking and screaming if that's what it took, and brought her back to the room she was in, then left


"No need, Arabelle............" A quick flash and in the room appeared a woman with 6 wings and armed with a sword and wearing a dress, armed with a sword.

Spoiler: Appearance

She looked EXACTLY like Arabelle, down to the very sword she was carrying and the wedding ring she was wearing, as well as the scars on her face. The only difference was that the Angel's hair was a bit longer, much like how Arabelle's was when she first started out to go take down King Valerian. "I am Archangel Celia. It's about time you came home.......Back where you belong." Celia looked at Arabelle with a smile and stood with confidence, radiating a crazy mixture of Holy, Dark, and Arcane Magics. It was like she was surrounded by both Ari and the kids and they were all exerting their magic on her. It would feel familiar, maybe somewhat warming, but then again, this was an angel that looked exactly like her

Ari Waesmor​

Ari floated back to his battleship with a sigh and a massive headache. It took a lot out of him, having to control a bunch of arrows and keep dodging around OHKO spells. Instant death was not on his list. Ari had no fear of Dan or his threat. He could only summon, not fight on his own. That made him too weak to kill Ari. "Geez," he sighed as he landed and was greeted by crewmates to treat his wounds and get rid of the headache he had from exerting so much PSI. Dan would need to go take on someone else if he wanted to accomplish whatever goals he wanted. Ari would not let him live if he saw him again. He would probably go and summon something insane in his anger. Whatever. He'd better take his time and summon something strong, not a bunch of weaklings trying to overwhelm with numbers.




The battle was still raging as the sides struggled in a tug of war to gain leverage over the other, moving to about the 4:30 mark. They were seemingly fighting for control of the camp grounds, which was on stable ground higher up than the land around it. Higher ground meant superiority. Stable ground meant superiority. Both was a recipe for either a win or a loss. With them being in the middle of orc territory and being taken by surprise causing heavy casualties very fast very early on, they needed all the advantages they could get their hands on. The presence of Ari, Cross, and Xonrot countered their bringing in all those Red Orc Berserkers. The sides were fighting and dying on an equivalent rate, which didn't bode well for the orcs, but then again, the archers were still up and running just fine as they were hidden and a good ways away from the actual battlefield. The berserkers were a pain and a half in the ass EACH though, so while they heavily outnumbered the orcs, their tactics started to shift now, with the berserkers serving as tanks, providing more firepower each than any 4 warriors that wasn't a powerhouse. They could even deal heavy blows to their powerhouses Xonrot and Cross. That's why Ari was so desperate to keep them off the ship. If they got on the ship, they would utterly wreck the people on the ship, if not the ship itself and if more than one got on, not even Ari would be able to stop them without massive damage or massive casualty

Ari held the skies hostage against the orcs, and they were getting desperate to take his ship down, but no dice there. His crew was on point and the Orcs haven't casted anything heavy, a shame since Dan did manage to take out the ship's shield. Had he aimed for the ship instead of focusing on Ari, he could've done some pretty good damage to it, especially with that cloud of smoke. With Ozzy's spell hitting them hard, they each started to use their rage spells and powering up. The orcs down below were starting to hit harder, kill with less effort. The Red Orc Berserkers were like hulks on the battlefield, spread out and wrecking multiple areas each, while Ari wrecked specific places at a time and Cross and Xonrot each had their own place. Something big needed to be conjured up and fast. They weren't just injuring now. They were killing just as easy as they were just injuring about 30 minutes
FireMaiden
Safety Hammer
Kallo
@Baku

 

[Paint The Wind]

Arabelle was incredibly confused. “Wait…what? Why do you…what?” She looked at Celia and watched her carefully. “Who are you? Why do you look like me? And what do you mean come home?” She had so many questions and absolutely no idea what was going on. Did someone want to try and make another contract with her?

Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

Arabelle was incredibly confused. “Wait…what? Why do you…what?” She looked at Celia and watched her carefully. “Who are you? Why do you look like me? And what do you mean come home?” She had so many questions and absolutely no idea what was going on. Did someone want to try and make another contract with her?

Kylesar1

"Because........." The angel said, still smiling but not moving at all. "I am you. We are one as the Goddess of Suffering, Aracelia." She started to chuckle. This caused her to flex her wings, which knocked all of the equipment off a nightstand. She actually felt pretty awkward standing right in front of...........well herself on the mortal plane which she has never been on before. This shattered her composure and she couldn't recover it. "Tis a long story, believe me. I only recently got my memories back."

 

[Paint The Wind]

"Because........." The angel said, still smiling but not moving at all. "I am you. We are one as the Goddess of Suffering, Aracelia." She started to chuckle. This caused her to flex her wings, which knocked all of the equipment off a nightstand. She actually felt pretty awkward standing right in front of...........well herself on the mortal plane which she has never been on before. This shattered her composure and she couldn't recover it. "Tis a long story, believe me. I only recently got my memories back."

“Goddess?” Arabelle had no idea what was going on. “No, you must be mistaken. I’m not a goddess, I’m just…me. Maybe because I’ve suffered a lot you think I’m who you’re looking for, but believe me I am not a goddess,” she said, her words rushing past her lips without much thought. Her hands were shaking. “Please explain why you’re here.”

 

[Kylesar1]

“Goddess?” Arabelle had no idea what was going on. “No, you must be mistaken. I’m not a goddess, I’m just…me. Maybe because I’ve suffered a lot you think I’m who you’re looking for, but believe me I am not a goddess,” she said, her words rushing past her lips without much thought. Her hands were shaking. “Please explain why you’re here.”

The Archangel nodded and drew her sword. Instead of moving towards Arabelle though, she just eyed the sword while talking. Apparently she couldn't seem to look Arabelle in the eye. "Aracelia is the Goddess of Suffering, in that you find your strength through suffering. You're the suffering half. I'm the strength half. As I've gotten stronger, things have gotten worse for you. Leon dying, your rape, loss of eye and limb, this war? You suffer so much and get weaker because we aren't one anymore. I get stronger with ease for that same reason. You are greatness, Arabelle, but you can't be greatness alone, just like you couldn't take on Leon alone." The archangel bowed a bit as in a greeting. "You are tired of your life so far, yes?"

 

[Paint The Wind]

The Archangel nodded and drew her sword. Instead of moving towards Arabelle though, she just eyed the sword while talking. Apparently she couldn't seem to look Arabelle in the eye. "Aracelia is the Goddess of Suffering, in that you find your strength through suffering. You're the suffering half. I'm the strength half. As I've gotten stronger, things have gotten worse for you. Leon dying, your rape, loss of eye and limb, this war? You suffer so much and get weaker because we aren't one anymore. I get stronger with ease for that same reason. You are greatness, Arabelle, but you can't be greatness alone, just like you couldn't take on Leon alone." The archangel bowed a bit as in a greeting. "You are tired of your life so far, yes?"

When Celia pulled out the sword she gasped in fear and stepped back, but was confused when she just stood there. “You are why all of those things happened to me?” She was stunned. “N-No, that means I caused…oh god,” she whispered, guilt hitting her like a wave. It was her fault her friends were hurting and her fault the war started. All the people who died in the wars were dead because of her. She started to cry. “No, no…it’s all my fault…”

 

[Kylesar1]

When Celia pulled out the sword she gasped in fear and stepped back, but was confused when she just stood there. “You are why all of those things happened to me?” She was stunned. “N-No, that means I caused…oh god,” she whispered, guilt hitting her like a wave. It was her fault her friends were hurting and her fault the war started. All the people who died in the wars were dead because of her. She started to cry. “No, no…it’s all my fault…”

Celia looked up from eyeing her sword. "I am somewhat the reason, but it wasn't purposeful. Aracelia was destroyed in Heaven by a Rogue God. Her soul was split, one into me, the other born into you. I lost my memories and 90% of my power. When my memory was jogged, the Earth's magic was starting to grow out of balance. An ancient god was awakened by that same Rogue God and Leon made the deal with it. I had to get my power back, so I fought, having to get back to the Rank of Seraphim before I could bring us both back together and put things back in balance. You suffered as I gained power, but the world was getting worse and worse, the gods getting weaker. Why do you think they depended on our husband to do their work?" She showed Arabelle the wedding ring as she said "our" husband instead of "her" husband. Some of the things Arabelle did affected Celia as well. This wasn't entirely one-sided, judging by the scars and the ring. She sheathed the sword and sighed. She was feeling the sadness that Arabelle was feeling, but was trying to keep it together

Celia held out her hand. "It's time to come home. This fight will rage on and you yourself can't fight. As much as I want to, I can't intervene to fight on your behalf. The gods have decided to purge their presence and the excess mana from the earth. All divine beings Angel in rank or equivalent in the Underworld are banned from returning to the mortal plane. That can't be enacted until I get my other half. You." This would require Arabelle's death

 

[revior]

Lucien Lacoix
Battleship
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"Waesmor? Berserkers?"

Lucien did not immediately comprehend the situation, but the haze obscuring his mind was beginning to lift, and for the first time he noticed those surrounding him. Elves, of all things. He reached up for his ear and felt his own pointed ears, quickly realizing that he was one of them. Within him, there was a distaste, yet at the same time an exhilaration. The distaste he understood, for there was much to dislike about the elves, but his own exhilaration not so much, though he could have swore that it was on the tip of his tongue. However, there was no time for thinking as Orcish swordsmen somehow made their way aboard the ship, and they were not friendly looking in the slightest. Whatever he may feel for Elves or Orcs, Lucien was well aware that his side in this was already decided the moment he took this body. He will have to fight.

Lucien followed along with the Elvish axeman, charging into the Orcish ranks and slammed into one at full speed. Surprisingly, the Orc was knocked down, and some of them were even genuinely shocked at what just transpired. However, a closer look would reveal a semi-transparent layer in front of Lucien a shield made of magic. The Orc was knocked down by a magical equivalent of a shield bash, except that rather than the force from an arm, it was the force from an entire body charging forward.

A sword had fallen from the Orc's hand as he was knocked away and Lucien, taking advantage of the Orcs' delay in taking action due to surprise, was quick to pick it up. He was no expert with a sword, in fact, he had even looked down upon the need to wield in at one point in time. However, this new body of his was trained in the sword, he was no expert, and perhaps just barely above the level of an amateur, but Lucien was confident that he could make it work with what magic he could remember at the moment.

With the sword raised, he said to the Orcs, "Come at me, if you dare." attempting to draw more of their attention upon him than he already has, well aware that the Elvish axeman would be more than glad to lop their heads off the moment he's got an opening.

Kylesar1

 

[Paint The Wind]

Celia looked up from eyeing her sword. "I am somewhat the reason, but it wasn't purposeful. Aracelia was destroyed in Heaven by a Rogue God. Her soul was split, one into me, the other born into you. I lost my memories and 90% of my power. When my memory was jogged, the Earth's magic was starting to grow out of balance. An ancient god was awakened by that same Rogue God and Leon made the deal with it. I had to get my power back, so I fought, having to get back to the Rank of Seraphim before I could bring us both back together and put things back in balance. You suffered as I gained power, but the world was getting worse and worse, the gods getting weaker. Why do you think they depended on our husband to do their work?" She showed Arabelle the wedding ring as she said "our" husband instead of "her" husband. Some of the things Arabelle did affected Celia as well. This wasn't entirely one-sided, judging by the scars and the ring. She sheathed the sword and sighed. She was feeling the sadness that Arabelle was feeling, but was trying to keep it together

Celia held out her hand. "It's time to come home. This fight will rage on and you yourself can't fight. As much as I want to, I can't intervene to fight on your behalf. The gods have decided to purge their presence and the excess mana from the earth. All divine beings Angel in rank or equivalent in the Underworld are banned from returning to the mortal plane. That can't be enacted until I get my other half. You." This would require Arabelle's death

Arabelle bit her lip. “What about my friends and my family? I can’t just leave them. My kids…” she murmured. “Ryan, Willow. They’re too little to be without me. I can’t leave them.”

 

[Kylesar1]

Lucien Lacoix
Battleship
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"Waesmor? Berserkers?"

Lucien did not immediately comprehend the situation, but the haze obscuring his mind was beginning to lift, and for the first time he noticed those surrounding him. Elves, of all things. He reached up for his ear and felt his own pointed ears, quickly realizing that he was one of them. Within him, there was a distaste, yet at the same time an exhilaration. The distaste he understood, for there was much to dislike about the elves, but his own exhilaration not so much, though he could have swore that it was on the tip of his tongue. However, there was no time for thinking as Orcish swordsmen somehow made their way aboard the ship, and they were not friendly looking in the slightest. Whatever he may feel for Elves or Orcs, Lucien was well aware that his side in this was already decided the moment he took this body. He will have to fight.

Lucien followed along with the Elvish axeman, charging into the Orcish ranks and slammed into one at full speed. Surprisingly, the Orc was knocked down, and some of them were even genuinely shocked at what just transpired. However, a closer look would reveal a semi-transparent layer in front of Lucien a shield made of magic. The Orc was knocked down by a magical equivalent of a shield bash, except that rather than the force from an arm, it was the force from an entire body charging forward.

A sword had fallen from the Orc's hand as he was knocked away and Lucien, taking advantage of the Orcs' delay in taking action due to surprise, was quick to pick it up. He was no expert with a sword, in fact, he had even looked down upon the need to wield in at one point in time. However, this new body of his was trained in the sword, he was no expert, and perhaps just barely above the level of an amateur, but Lucien was confident that he could make it work with what magic he could remember at the moment.

With the sword raised, he said to the Orcs, "Come at me, if you dare." attempting to draw more of their attention upon him than he already has, well aware that the Elvish axeman would be more than glad to lop their heads off the moment he's got an opening.

Kylesar1

The orc snorted and flexed his arm. This orc was wearing a metal arm brace (similar to wonder woman, but spiked), like a lot of the others were. It was used to block weaponry with their arms if they ever decided to abandon their weapon in rage (or in this case, lost it). Unlike Lucien and like most Orcs, this Orc was far higher trained with or without a weapon in his hand. Also, like most Orcs, this extended heavily into unarmed combat. In some cases, like with the Red Orc Berserkers, they were much deadlier without a weapon than with

The Orc charged in, flaring red as its Rage spell activated. It has no increase in strength right now, but would if it started taking damage without dying. It grabbed the arm of one of the other Elven Light Knights and, with a spin but without losing momentum, threw the knight right at Lucien. A hit had no chance to be fatal, but the punch that would come after, aimed at his chest would cause some heavy damage if he dodged out of the way of the Knight flying at him. The punch would dent the chestpiece, causing it to feel as if he had gotten punched by this orc wearing metal gauntlets, and could cause instant heart failure. If the Elven Knight hit him, the punch wouldn't hit Lucien (instead hitting the knight), but the power of the punch hitting the knight would knock them both off the ship, an entirely new ballgame of survival chance

Arabelle bit her lip. “What about my friends and my family? I can’t just leave them. My kids…” she murmured. “Ryan, Willow. They’re too little to be without me. I can’t leave them.”

"With what I just said, you realize that it makes us together a God. That means your kids are Gods as well. They can't stay on Earth either. Not entirely anyways. We'll do the same thing as was done to us, but the human genes will stay on Earth, and the Divine ones will ascend with you. Unlike with you, who had divine genes, their human genes separated from the divine ones won't cause any problems on earth." Basically they would be duplicating the kids. Ari keeps the kids with a human level magic, and Arabelle keeps the God version of those same kids.

"As for the rest, well...........They've shown themselves to be more than capable of putting an end to fights like this. They will be fine. You know Ari doesn't die easily. Neither does Bailey or Tyr, who is still alive by the way. Just impaled."

 

[Paint The Wind]

The orc snorted and flexed his arm. This orc was wearing a metal arm brace (similar to wonder woman, but spiked), like a lot of the others were. It was used to block weaponry with their arms if they ever decided to abandon their weapon in rage (or in this case, lost it). Unlike Lucien and like most Orcs, this Orc was far higher trained with or without a weapon in his hand. Also, like most Orcs, this extended heavily into unarmed combat. In some cases, like with the Red Orc Berserkers, they were much deadlier without a weapon than with

The Orc charged in, flaring red as its Rage spell activated. It has no increase in strength right now, but would if it started taking damage without dying. It grabbed the arm of one of the other Elven Light Knights and, with a spin but without losing momentum, threw the knight right at Lucien. A hit had no chance to be fatal, but the punch that would come after, aimed at his chest would cause some heavy damage if he dodged out of the way of the Knight flying at him. The punch would dent the chestpiece, causing it to feel as if he had gotten punched by this orc wearing metal gauntlets, and could cause instant heart failure. If the Elven Knight hit him, the punch wouldn't hit Lucien (instead hitting the knight), but the power of the punch hitting the knight would knock them both off the ship, an entirely new ballgame of survival chance




"With what I just said, you realize that it makes us together a God. That means your kids are Gods as well. They can't stay on Earth either. Not entirely anyways. We'll do the same thing as was done to us, but the human genes will stay on Earth, and the Divine ones will ascend with you. Unlike with you, who had divine genes, their human genes separated from the divine ones won't cause any problems on earth." Basically they would be duplicating the kids. Ari keeps the kids with a human level magic, and Arabelle keeps the God version of those same kids.

"As for the rest, well...........They've shown themselves to be more than capable of putting an end to fights like this. They will be fine. You know Ari doesn't die easily. Neither does Bailey or Tyr, who is still alive by the way. Just impaled."

She bit her lip. “I can’t leave. I can’t be separated from Ari,” she said sadly. “Celia, you are me. You know how much he means to me, to us. We can’t be separated.”

 

[Kallo]

Ari held the skies hostage against the orcs, and they were getting desperate to take his ship down, but no dice there. His crew was on point and the Orcs haven't casted anything heavy, a shame since Dan did manage to take out the ship's shield. Had he aimed for the ship instead of focusing on Ari, he could've done some pretty good damage to it, especially with that cloud of smoke. With Ozzy's spell hitting them hard, they each started to use their rage spells and powering up. The orcs down below were starting to hit harder, kill with less effort. The Red Orc Berserkers were like hulks on the battlefield, spread out and wrecking multiple areas each, while Ari wrecked specific places at a time and Cross and Xonrot each had their own place. Something big needed to be conjured up and fast. They weren't just injuring now. They were killing just as easy as they were just injuring about 30 minutes

Xonrot
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As the blows kept getting stronger and more destructive from what he could see he made sure to keep to the skies. sending waves of fire down from time to time as he could feel himself starting to grow tired once more after the axe was buried in his back. The blade missing the spine yes, but causing massive pain and discomfort as he continued to fly. Eventually having to go a fair bit off from the battle before working the axe out of his back. Having made sure to be a good mile or so away before working at doing so.

 

[Kylesar1]

She bit her lip. “I can’t leave. I can’t be separated from Ari,” she said sadly. “Celia, you are me. You know how much he means to me, to us. We can’t be separated.”

Celia sighed. "Of course I do. Things will get worse for you though. Now that we're this close, this world won't stop until we become one again. You're the strongest person on this Plane, Arabelle. Not physically, but definitely emotionally. Even then though, while I can stop the physical stuff by not fighting anymore, I CAN'T stop the nightmares. That hasn't been and will never be under my control."

She approached Arabelle and touched her face. "I just..........I can't stand seeing myself like this. Quality sleep in the past 7 years coming from Ari's sleep potions, almost getting addicted to them. It messing with your ability to function, let alone fight. Avery is a saint for eliminating them for a week, but........it can't be done again for the next 30 days after the memories return or it'll break your mind." She looked right into Arabelle's eyes. "We need to become Aracelia again. I KNOW Ari would rather this than you suffer for another 7 years." Celia was looking sorrowful and damn near begging at this point. As much as Celia loved Ari, those feelings weren't hers. That didn't make them any less genuine since Arabelle's love was genuine, but she needed the best for Arabelle before she could worry about what was best for Ari or the kids. Celia really could only guess what Ari would and wouldn't like or accept, as they shared feelings, not really memories

Xonrot
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As the blows kept getting stronger and more destructive from what he could see he made sure to keep to the skies. sending waves of fire down from time to time as he could feel himself starting to grow tired once more after the axe was buried in his back. The blade missing the spine yes, but causing massive pain and discomfort as he continued to fly. Eventually having to go a fair bit off from the battle before working the axe out of his back. Having made sure to be a good mile or so away before working at doing so.

Being a big-ass dragon, he wasn't hard to miss. This was backed up as a storm of arrows rained down on him from above. While he flew away from the battlefield, and this prevented him from being targeted by any warriors, the Orc's Archer crews were hidden on high ground on the mountainside, concealed from any distant view by the trees, preventing even moonlight from reaching them. They chose a perfect concealment position to unleash death without being seen unless they had a spotter like Evelyn. This was the power of homefield advantage. Xonrot wouldn't be able to see the arrows nor the direction they came from. Twould take a spotter to actually track down where the arrows came from with a pitch black sky.

 

[Paint The Wind]

Celia sighed. "Of course I do. Things will get worse for you though. Now that we're this close, this world won't stop until we become one again. You're the strongest person on this Plane, Arabelle. Not physically, but definitely emotionally. Even then though, while I can stop the physical stuff by not fighting anymore, I CAN'T stop the nightmares. That hasn't been and will never be under my control."

She approached Arabelle and touched her face. "I just..........I can't stand seeing myself like this. Quality sleep in the past 7 years coming from Ari's sleep potions, almost getting addicted to them. It messing with your ability to function, let alone fight. Avery is a saint for eliminating them for a week, but........it can't be done again for the next 30 days after the memories return or it'll break your mind." She looked right into Arabelle's eyes. "We need to become Aracelia again. I KNOW Ari would rather this than you suffer for another 7 years." Celia was looking sorrowful and damn near begging at this point. As much as Celia loved Ari, those feelings weren't hers. That didn't make them any less genuine since Arabelle's love was genuine, but she needed the best for Arabelle before she could worry about what was best for Ari or the kids. Celia really could only guess what Ari would and wouldn't like or accept, as they shared feelings, not really memories



Being a big-ass dragon, he wasn't hard to miss. This was backed up as a storm of arrows rained down on him from above. While he flew away from the battlefield, and this prevented him from being targeted by any warriors, the Orc's Archer crews were hidden on high ground on the mountainside, concealed from any distant view by the trees, preventing even moonlight from reaching them. They chose a perfect concealment position to unleash death without being seen unless they had a spotter like Evelyn. This was the power of homefield advantage. Xonrot wouldn't be able to see the arrows nor the direction they came from. Twould take a spotter to actually track down where the arrows came from with a pitch black sky.

Arabelle bit her lip. Even though the actual memories of what had been done to her were gone, she remembered not being able to sleep. She knew how tired she always was, and how her body was slowly giving out on her. She wanted to sleep. Death was like sleep, yes? Just, longer. She shook her head ‘no’. “I-I can’t…” she whispered.

 

[Kylesar1]

Arabelle bit her lip. Even though the actual memories of what had been done to her were gone, she remembered not being able to sleep. She knew how tired she always was, and how her body was slowly giving out on her. She wanted to sleep. Death was like sleep, yes? Just, longer. She shook her head ‘no’. “I-I can’t…” she whispered.

"Right," Celia winced a bit. She figured Arabelle would reject, but expecting them to didn't always prepare you adequately for the actual rejection. "Of course. I can't force you to come with me. Either I have you come with me or wait until your lifespan comes to an end." She started glowing white. "If you need me, I'll be around. I can't harm any denizens of the Mortal Plane though, but I also can't return to the Spirit Plane without you." She disappeared completely right as a medical personnel came into the room.

"Let's heal up your leg to get you back in the fight. I hope you haven't been walking around on that leg," he looked at her with a frown. He was not pleased that she was standing.

Ari Waesmor
Battleship​

"We have a crew of Archers on the mountainside unleashing flurries of arrows. It's pinning down and weakening our vanguard." Evelyn yelled out to Ari. A few of the archers became outlined in red in Ari's vision.
"Right. We have to take it out, but anything we shoot will cause an avalanche." It didn't need to be said how an explosion would affect snow on the mountainside.
Ari tried to get in contact with Bailey. He couldn't use the crystal. They did both have telepathy though, so that should suffice unless Bailey was in distress. "Oi! I need the force under the ship. We're about to take out that Archer Crew on the mountainside. It may cause an Avalanche and we need as little casualties as possible. You know me, if we fuck this up, we lose as we're losing way too many to the Orcs alone."
FireMaiden

 

[Paint The Wind]

Arabelle nodded softly at her. “Thank you for understanding,” she told Celia. She then looked over at the medic and nodded, sitting back down on the bed and gasping in pain. “Thank you. Will it be quick? I need to get out and help.”

Kylesar1

 

[revior]

Lucien Lacroix
Battleship
​

As soon as the Elven soldier came flying, Lucien crated a shield before him, one that is perfectly rounded, causing the Elven soldier to be deflected to the side upon hit. Lucien had no care for his supposed Elven comrades, and treated the Elven soldier as he would any other projectile.

When the punch came, the shield was still up, and the fist was easily stopped by the shield, or at least that what Lucien had expected. However, he had vastly underestimated the strength of an Orc's punch and the skill of the Orc throwing the punch, and as a result, the fist struck the shield dead center and went right through the it, striking Lucien in the chest and sent him flying backwards. As the strength of the punch was dampened by the shield, Lucien did not fly off the edge of the ship and neither did his heart receive any fatal damage, though he was sure that at least one- no, two of his ribs were broken from that blow.

From the pain of his broken ribs, Lucien had almost collapsed on the spot, but he knew if he did, he would be dead, again, so soon after he had just came back. He willed himself to stand back up, he refuses to be beaten by what he sees as simple minded creatures, definitely not after they wounded his pride by breaking through his barrier spell with a bare fist. Once more, Lucien raises the sword stolen from the Orc and he forced a grin on his face.

"Is that all you got!? Here I am still standing! I though Orcs were supposed to be stronger than that, what with muscles being the only thing you have more than the rest and all that!"

He had a sense of deja vu as he taunts the Orc, as if he had done something similar just recently, taunting his enemy after he had been driven into the corner. However, this time he wasn't just bark, he had prepared a bite as well. Thanks to that Orc breaking through his shield, he knew how sturdy his shield had to be to defend against the Orc's attack, better yet, he also knew how sturdy the shield have to be for the Orc to break through but to completely collapse it.

This time he prepares another shield, and another, and then another, three shields in total. Perhaps he'd layer them together if he wanted to simply block the Orc's strike, but that was not his intention this time. The three shields were made to be penetrable, but sturdy enough to not completely collapse upon being broken through. The instant the Orc breaks through all three of them, Lucien plans to immediately close off the holes broken through in the shields, trapping the Orc's arm and allowing Lucien a clean strike at the bastard. Hopefully it actually works.

Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

Arabelle nodded softly at her. “Thank you for understanding,” she told Celia. She then looked over at the medic and nodded, sitting back down on the bed and gasping in pain. “Thank you. Will it be quick? I need to get out and help.”

Kylesar1

"Depends on just how much you've been on it," The medic said, taking her leg to look at it. Blood soaked it, which was expected, but too much blood soaked it. "The bandages are enchanted to overclock the healing process and restore the damaged bone. If you walked around on it, it would keep damaging the bone, which prevents healing no matter what." The medic drained a mana potion. "I was supposed to be saving my magic for injuries to organs, but.........we need those able-bodied to get back out there ASAP. We have orcs on the ship and our forces are keeping them away from getting inside the ship." The medic chose to make an exception and go ahead and heal up Arabelle's leg. His hands glowed blue as he placed them on Arabelle's leg. The pain stopped immediately, and the healing was fast.

Lucien Lacroix
Battleship
​

As soon as the Elven soldier came flying, Lucien crated a shield before him, one that is perfectly rounded, causing the Elven soldier to be deflected to the side upon hit. Lucien had no care for his supposed Elven comrades, and treated the Elven soldier as he would any other projectile.

When the punch came, the shield was still up, and the fist was easily stopped by the shield, or at least that what Lucien had expected. However, he had vastly underestimated the strength of an Orc's punch and the skill of the Orc throwing the punch, and as a result, the fist struck the shield dead center and went right through the it, striking Lucien in the chest and sent him flying backwards. As the strength of the punch was dampened by the shield, Lucien did not fly off the edge of the ship and neither did his heart receive any fatal damage, though he was sure that at least one- no, two of his ribs were broken from that blow.

From the pain of his broken ribs, Lucien had almost collapsed on the spot, but he knew if he did, he would be dead, again, so soon after he had just came back. He willed himself to stand back up, he refuses to be beaten by what he sees as simple minded creatures, definitely not after they wounded his pride by breaking through his barrier spell with a bare fist. Once more, Lucien raises the sword stolen from the Orc and he forced a grin on his face.

"Is that all you got!? Here I am still standing! I though Orcs were supposed to be stronger than that, what with muscles being the only thing you have more than the rest and all that!"

He had a sense of deja vu as he taunts the Orc, as if he had done something similar just recently, taunting his enemy after he had been driven into the corner. However, this time he wasn't just bark, he had prepared a bite as well. Thanks to that Orc breaking through his shield, he knew how sturdy his shield had to be to defend against the Orc's attack, better yet, he also knew how sturdy the shield have to be for the Orc to break through but to completely collapse it.

This time he prepares another shield, and another, and then another, three shields in total. Perhaps he'd layer them together if he wanted to simply block the Orc's strike, but that was not his intention this time. The three shields were made to be penetrable, but sturdy enough to not completely collapse upon being broken through. The instant the Orc breaks through all three of them, Lucien plans to immediately close off the holes broken through in the shields, trapping the Orc's arm and allowing Lucien a clean strike at the bastard. Hopefully it actually works.

Kylesar1

The Orc jumped high to catch the thrown soldier deflected. "Ogre Strength............" and threw him again with fantastically higher strength than he had. The soldier knocked the first two shields down immediately. When he hit the third, it didn't break but it broke the thrown soldier's neck. That soldier was wielding a great sword, which the Orc picked up before charging head-on into the third shield, wielding the massive sword with one hand ready to break it down

 

[Paint The Wind]

She nodded and listened carefully, thanking the medic when she was healed. She jumped up and grabbed her swords, running up to the deck and preparing to fight her hardest to protect her friends. She charged at the nearest orc, attempting to slice his arm off as he swung at a member of Ari’s crew.

Kylesar1

 

[Kallo]

Being a big-ass dragon, he wasn't hard to miss. This was backed up as a storm of arrows rained down on him from above. While he flew away from the battlefield, and this prevented him from being targeted by any warriors, the Orc's Archer crews were hidden on high ground on the mountainside, concealed from any distant view by the trees, preventing even moonlight from reaching them. They chose a perfect concealment position to unleash death without being seen unless they had a spotter like Evelyn. This was the power of homefield advantage. Xonrot wouldn't be able to see the arrows nor the direction they came from. Twould take a spotter to actually track down where the arrows came from with a pitch black sky.

Xonrot.​

Even if he wasn't hard to miss...It still had it's advantages to be a big-ass dragon when arrows are being peppered over you. As each one would simply bounce off his scales with ease. The only possible problem of his back being quickly solved as he wrapped his head around to cover it for a few moments. Before taking flight and starting back to the battle field. Now that their wasn't a bloody axe in his back he would fly around, keeping a good few meters above the tree line as he breathed down fire every once in a while on the lines of orcs.

 

[Kylesar1]

Ari Waesmor
Battleship- Forefront
​

Ari called Misty over and beckoned her to get Eye level. She got down to face him

He pointed outwards to where Evelyn pointed out the Archer Crew to him. "Go take out that Archer Crew. Divebomb it or you may get shot with arrows. Get away fast too, as it's gonna cause an avalanche."
Misty was a bit hesitant. "Won't an avalanche hurt our own people?" She was both concerned and tired
Ari kissed Misty's forehead. "You're dirty, Misty. Bathing your massive ass isn't as big of a pain in the ass as dealing with all this." he said with a smile as he patted her head, one of her favorite things for him to do. Ari was tired too, and had a big headache. "I got the logistics of it. We need to get rid of those mosquitos, but I shouldn't be leaving the ship."
She nodded. "Of course, Master."
"Thank you Misty. Quickly!" Ari drew his crossbow and sword and shot down a nearby orc. He walked forward with a sigh. "I've never not wanted to fight on a large scale before. Maybe I'm growing tired of any killing that's not done for pay." As the orcs came, Ari didn't even bother to use PSI. He easily maneuvered his way behind them and stabbed them in the back, slipping the blade right in between the spinal column. Any orc that didn't die was permanently paralyzed and left in unmoving pain all over the ship floor.


Magic began to charge up in the forest where the Orc Archers were, temporarily revealing their position. Xonrot's vision would go red, the symbol of him being targeted.
(Next Post)

As Xonrot unleashed more flames and them not killing all the orcs, they got stronger and stronger. The Killeath ratio of the Orcs were quickly reaching 5:1, which was effectively eliminating the number advantage the Elves added. Their rage spells were getting to the point where they could kill in one hit from the chest up for anyone not at least Moderately armored, heavily armored for anything hit by a Red Orc Berserker. Out of the flames jumped a Red Orc Berserker with a spiked gauntlet on his arm and covering his fist. He was on fire and slowly taking damage, but it also engulfed his gauntlets in flame. Since Xonrot was hovering over the trees, his underbelly was out there in the open. A punch here, with that Rage Spell would cause some INSANE damage.
Kallo

A massive roar could be heard in the distance. This was most definitely a dragon on its way to the battlefield
(2 posts until shit hits the fan)




As the orc was swinging its sword to take down the last barrier, it was hit with a big body wave of pain, then he saw his arm now lying on the ground, slashed off by Arabelle. With a HUGE flare to its Rage Spell increasing his strength by 50%, it turned its focus to Arabelle and its eyes glowed red with anger. He charged in with a punch aimed at her chest that would kill anyone not heavily armed. Arabelle was playing with fire by not going for the jugular with every move she made. With one arm down and bleeding out, this orc would die of bloodloss if the wound wasn't cauterized, but it would get to max strength before then and the Orc had no intentions of stopping for medical treatment. With one arm and two legs, he would kill one of these two
revior
P Paint The Wind

 

[revior]

Lucien Lacroix
Battleship
​

The battle did not go as predicted, though in truth, few do. Lucien was seeing what little of the life he remembered flashed before him as the greatsword came closer to the third shield, and he knew it would smash right through it. However, just as he thought that it would all be over, a flash flew into his vision, and before he knew it, the Orc's arm was upon the ground. He was saved, and for a moment he felt relieved, adn the great shame and anger, for he was weak enough to be cornered, and weak enough to warrant a rescue, for that moment he was everything he despised.

The Orc was bleeding out, yet Lucien knew that before the Orc's blood run dry, he was determined to kill at least one of them either Lucien, or the female swordsman that had came to his rescue. If Lucien could just run away fast enough the Orc would most definitely target the woman and Lucien would be free to go, for him who felt neither obligation nor attachment to these people that would be the most optimal choice for him.

And so, in the moment the Orc was distracted, Lucien took the sword stolen from the Orc and plunged it into his foot, attempting to pin the bastard on where he stand. There was no way Lucien would run, to run away like a pathetic, slimy, coward was the last thing he ever wanted to do, in fact, if the day ever comes, he would rather end himself rather than having to go through it.

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