Fantasy The Worst Pantheon: Live and Reloaded (IC Thread) (OPEN)

[Celestial Speck]

Inqui raised an eyebrow before teleporting behind Ocaeril before playfully slugging his shoulder.

"Come on Ocaeril! I will never let a friend go out to defeat a crazy monster without some help! Besides! I haven't practiced my skills much" Inqui then stretches her body and rolls her shoulders to mimic stretching to prepare for exercise "so I have been a bit rusty! Wanna see if I can get my touch back!"

As he stood in front of the cave he knew the monster was staying on, or who has stayed on for the past cycle, the god planet quickly summoned multiple of his orbs, who quickly formed themselves into small daggers. Letting himself breath heavily, and let his mental energy mix itself with the physical energy of his cells, he could feel Chakra going inside of him...And the natural energy inside of him forming as well. He could feel Senjutsu being formed, as his essence became one with nature, once more making him near impossible to detect. He was, of course, now technically 'everywhere' on the world, due to connecting to nature...

...He didn't have a chance to go forwards before he quickly felt something slimy hitting his shoulder, which was enough to let him let out an 'oof' and almost fall down. Turning himself quickly to the side, the god's eyes widened when he saw Inqui and Helsa just behind him, acting as if they didn't even hear his orders.

However...Soon, his expression of surprise into annoyance softened, as he let out a small sigh, shaking his head, and a small smile appearing on his face.

"...I guess I really can't order anyone around, huh. Not even as an adult..." Some things never change, in the end. Quickly getting himself up, Ocaeril dusted himself off. His tattoos were glowing green light, and his eyes had yellow paint under it, as his iris now had thin, '+' shaped pupils on them. It was his Sage Mode. He had a big, wide smile on his face. "...Still, it feels good to know you two won't abandon me. I guess it means I got good friends, huh?"

Ocaeril then closed his hands and pointed it towards the two- An indication of him wanting to bump his fist with theirs.

"Alright, let's do this, together."

 

[KolastoRPN]

Inqui leaned her body to Helsa and hugged her, smiling brightly at her.

"I'll make sure no one will take your mind Helsa! I swear on my god-hood!"

Helsa looked at Inqui. "You probably shouldn't touch me. Goddess of Corruption and all."

As he stood in front of the cave he knew the monster was staying on, or who has stayed on for the past cycle, the god planet quickly summoned multiple of his orbs, who quickly formed themselves into small daggers. Letting himself breath heavily, and let his mental energy mix itself with the physical energy of his cells, he could feel Chakra going inside of him...And the natural energy inside of him forming as well. He could feel Senjutsu being formed, as his essence became one with nature, once more making him near impossible to detect. He was, of course, now technically 'everywhere' on the world, due to connecting to nature...

...He didn't have a chance to go forwards before he quickly felt something slimy hitting his shoulder, which was enough to let him let out an 'oof' and almost fall down. Turning himself quickly to the side, the god's eyes widened when he saw Inqui just behind him, acting as if she didn't even hear his orders.

However...Soon, his expression of surprise into annoyance softened, as he let out a small sigh, shaking his head, and a small smile appearing on his face.

"...I guess I really can't order anyone around, huh. Not even as an adult..." Some things never change, in the end. Quickly getting himself up, Ocaeril dusted himself off. His tattoos were glowing green light, and his eyes had yellow paint under it, as his iris now had thin, '+' shaped pupils on them. It was his Sage Mode. He had a big, wide smile on his face. "...Still, it feels good to know you won't abandon me. I guess it means I got a good friend, huh?"

Ocaeril then closed his hands and pointed it towards Inqui- An indication of him wanting to bump his fist with hers.

"Alright, let's do this, together."

One of Helsa's tentacles momentarily entered the fistbump before retracting, not wanting to cause too much pain to an 'ally'. Helsa would completely deny ever doing that.

 

[Scrump_Diddle]

Rhubarion Action: #1

Rhubarion wakes abruptly in a large, gleaming hall. Presumably the so-called Hall of the Gods. He scutters about the tiled floors of the massive structure, he is fumbling and evidently in a cold sweat.

*Viciously panting* My god... Where the hell am I!!!

Rhubarion proceeds to yell and flail about the hall, tripping over various artifacts and heirlooms. After about several excruciating minutes of attempting to get back to himself, he wobbles into a normal state. Still out of breath, he mutters a couple words to himself.

I hope... I... didn't...break any..thing..important. Wow, ok. I need to sit down real fast.

Rhubarion takes a seat in one of the towering thrones. He sits and drawls extensively, and in a sarcastic tone.

Oh boy, I sure hope I didn't destroy some precious object. Boy oh boy, what trouble I'd be in oh man, oh man.

He acquires a sudden boost of energy and jumps out of his seat. He proceeds to contemplate what has happened.

Well obviously I'm where I started off.. this huge temple, and no one even seems to be here. From what I recall I really only met about 2 people. One of them was some profit-crazed hoodlum and the other was a short girl who spoke like someone periodically constrained her vocal cords. Say! I remember her name. Ickol! Yes, yes.. Ickol! I'mma track her down using my state of the art, conspiracy-based communication method...horseback!

He spontaneously conjures a gorgeous horse with an incredibly overweight, hairy, and greasy middle-aged man set atop. The horse is equipped with a very large bag of brochures containing information regarding Rhubarions' religion: Transmudanism. The title page reads...

Transmundaism! Why bother being a functioning member of society when you can wallow in your crippling social anxiety and existential turmoil with the help of radically malicious conspiracy! You don't even know if society is a firm construct of reality or a holographic rouse! Ever thought that the Universe was even remotely non-heliocentric? Neither did we! Ever thought the basis of modern science was spawned entirely by a wheel of parmesan cheese? Of course we did! So come set foot in the everlasting conspiracy-ridden torment that is Transmundaism! Note: Special offers may be applied if you are indeed a Female.

Yeah, I like the ring of that. Really set the fear of conspiracy into em'.

Rhubarion lets loose the hefty man on horseback in an attempt to track down Ickol. The sound of the horse galloping gradually fades...

 

[Space Buddha]

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Zeruel seemed to smile.

"I DO, ZEMRASIL. WHO, BY THE WAY, IS YOUR COMPANION?"

"HOW DARE YOU! I AM THE SUPREME GODDESS OF THE SEA, THE LORD OF CORRUPTION, THE TRUE ASPECT OF AQUA AND THE-"

"Be silent."

"..."

"Zeruel, meet Aqua, The Leviathan. My currently intangible companion who this world is sure to get more acquainted with should you and your successors fail. I am sure you will get along, quite well..."

Zemrasil does a flourish with his wings.

"Now. Go."

Suddenly everything fades, and Zeruel appears, decidedly smaller and more avian than before, on a hill, with the kingdom of camelot in the distance.



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As he stood in front of the cave he knew the monster was staying on, or who has stayed on for the past cycle, the god planet quickly summoned multiple of his orbs, who quickly formed themselves into small daggers. Letting himself breath heavily, and let his mental energy mix itself with the physical energy of his cells, he could feel Chakra going inside of him...And the natural energy inside of him forming as well. He could feel Senjutsu being formed, as his essence became one with nature, once more making him near impossible to detect. He was, of course, now technically 'everywhere' on the world, due to connecting to nature...

...He didn't have a chance to go forwards before he quickly felt something slimy hitting his shoulder, which was enough to let him let out an 'oof' and almost fall down. Turning himself quickly to the side, the god's eyes widened when he saw Inqui and Helsa just behind him, acting as if they didn't even hear his orders.

However...Soon, his expression of surprise into annoyance softened, as he let out a small sigh, shaking his head, and a small smile appearing on his face.

"...I guess I really can't order anyone around, huh. Not even as an adult..." Some things never change, in the end. Quickly getting himself up, Ocaeril dusted himself off. His tattoos were glowing green light, and his eyes had yellow paint under it, as his iris now had thin, '+' shaped pupils on them. It was his Sage Mode. He had a big, wide smile on his face. "...Still, it feels good to know you two won't abandon me. I guess it means I got good friends, huh?"

Ocaeril then closed his hands and pointed it towards the two- An indication of him wanting to bump his fist with theirs.

"Alright, let's do this, together."

THE KITSUNE
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The Kitsune felt a mighty presence within her cave, three of them to be exact, and she recoiled in disgust and fear at her realization. The gods had returned, seeking to punish her for the chaos she had wrought upon the world. So, in this situation, she did what any sane demon lord would do.

The Kitsune summoned as many Jorōgumo as she could possibly fit into the cave, before blowing a hole into the ceiling, jumping out, and running away with her nine tails between her legs.​

 

[KolastoRPN]

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"HOW DARE YOU! I AM THE SUPREME GODDESS OF THE SEA, THE LORD OF CORRUPTION, THE TRUE ASPECT OF AQUA AND THE-"

"Be silent."

"..."

"Zeruel, meet Aqua, The Leviathan. My currently intangible companion who this world is sure to get more acquainted with should you and your successors fail. I am sure you will get along, quite well..."

Zemrasil does a flourish with his wings.

"Now. Go."

Suddenly everything fades, and Zeruel appears, decidedly smaller and more avian than before, on a hill, with the kingdom of camelot in the distance.



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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The Kitsune felt a mighty presence within her cave, three of them to be exact, and she recoiled in disgust and fear at her realization. The gods had returned, seeking to punish her for the chaos she had wrought upon the world. So, in this situation, she did what any sane demon lord would do.

The Kitsune summoned as many Jorōgumo as she could possibly fit into the cave, before blowing a hole into the ceiling, jumping out, and running away with her nine tails between her legs.​

Helsa blinked. First, she was in a cavern, with a gigantic kitsune-like creature before her. Then, there were a bunch of spider people. So, she reacted in the only way she could think of.

"Inqui, Ocaeril...get behind me. I need some stress relief." Helsa ferally grinned. And then she summoned and threw a gigantic explosive orb of corruption energy right at the Jorōgumo.

 

[Selee-01]

Space Buddha

Zeruel rose, and swooped towards the city. Dark light glowed, and the towers of Camelot burst into fiery crosses.

 

[Celestial Speck]

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"HOW DARE YOU! I AM THE SUPREME GODDESS OF THE SEA, THE LORD OF CORRUPTION, THE TRUE ASPECT OF AQUA AND THE-"

"Be silent."

"..."

"Zeruel, meet Aqua, The Leviathan. My currently intangible companion who this world is sure to get more acquainted with should you and your successors fail. I am sure you will get along, quite well..."

Zemrasil does a flourish with his wings.

"Now. Go."

Suddenly everything fades, and Zeruel appears, decidedly smaller and more avian than before, on a hill, with the kingdom of camelot in the distance.



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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The Kitsune felt a mighty presence within her cave, three of them to be exact, and she recoiled in disgust and fear at her realization. The gods had returned, seeking to punish her for the chaos she had wrought upon the world. So, in this situation, she did what any sane demon lord would do.

The Kitsune summoned as many Jorōgumo as she could possibly fit into the cave, before blowing a hole into the ceiling, jumping out, and running away with her nine tails between her legs.​

Helsa blinked. First, she was in a cavern, with a gigantic kitsune-like creature before her. Then, there were a bunch of spider people. So, she reacted in the only way she could think of.

"Inqui, Ocaeril...get behind me. I need some stress relief." Helsa ferally grinned. And then she summoned and threw a gigantic explosive orb of corruption energy right at the Jorōgumo.

As Helsa fist-bumped him momentarily, a surprised expression appeared on his face, that was soon followed by a wide smile. A gentle expression appeared over his face, as the planet god grinned at the Corruptor. He seemed ready to say something to her, but soon- he was interrupted by the many demons the Kitsune summoned. The god blinked, quickly maneuvering his orbs in front of himself before Helsa spoke.

His smile seemed brighter than the sun itself. "Get behind you? You really changed! This makes me so..."

And then, raising a single hand in the air, water formed around Ocaeril, that soon burst with electricity on it, the massive, crackling body of water behind him separating into many small parts as they took the form of serpents, that soon would follow the Kitsune, biting into her flesh and electrocuting her, trying to make her stay put. Since it was water, it might be hard for her to get free from it, after all!

"Happy!"

With a wide grin, Ocaeril would then make his orbs turn into chains, and try to chain the Kitsune's mouth and legs, to stop her from moving.

"Inqui, the seal! If my Water Serpents can hit, then we can already finish this!"

 

[BlackCat-055]

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"HOW DARE YOU! I AM THE SUPREME GODDESS OF THE SEA, THE LORD OF CORRUPTION, THE TRUE ASPECT OF AQUA AND THE-"

"Be silent."

"..."

"Zeruel, meet Aqua, The Leviathan. My currently intangible companion who this world is sure to get more acquainted with should you and your successors fail. I am sure you will get along, quite well..."

Zemrasil does a flourish with his wings.

"Now. Go."

Suddenly everything fades, and Zeruel appears, decidedly smaller and more avian than before, on a hill, with the kingdom of camelot in the distance.



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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The Kitsune felt a mighty presence within her cave, three of them to be exact, and she recoiled in disgust and fear at her realization. The gods had returned, seeking to punish her for the chaos she had wrought upon the world. So, in this situation, she did what any sane demon lord would do.

The Kitsune summoned as many Jorōgumo as she could possibly fit into the cave, before blowing a hole into the ceiling, jumping out, and running away with her nine tails between her legs.​

Inqui equipped her armor and readied her sword before-

Helsa blinked. First, she was in a cavern, with a gigantic kitsune-like creature before her. Then, there were a bunch of spider people. So, she reacted in the only way she could think of.

"Inqui, Ocaeril...get behind me. I need some stress relief." Helsa ferally grinned. And then she summoned and threw a gigantic explosive orb of corruption energy right at the Jorōgumo.

She nodded at Helsa and got behind her.

"Got it Helsa, going after the Kitsune"

she then jumped out of the hole and summoned dozens of canons behind her arranged like a barrage

"TAKE THIS!"

The series of cannons shot out volleys of cannonballs made of energy that zoomed at rhe Kitsune like bullets

As Helsa fist-bumped him momentarily, a surprised expression appeared on his face, that was soon followed by a wide smile. A gentle expression appeared over his face, as the planet god grinned at the Corruptor. He seemed ready to say something to her, but soon- he was interrupted by the many demons the Kitsune summoned. The god blinked, quickly maneuvering his orbs in front of himself before Helsa spoke.

His smile seemed brighter than the sun itself. "Get behind you? You really changed! This makes me so..."

And then, raising a single hand in the air, water formed around Ocaeril, that soon burst with electricity on it, the massive, crackling body of water behind him separating into many small parts as they took the form of serpents, that soon would follow the Kitsune, biting into her flesh and electrocuting her, trying to make her stay put. Since it was water, it might be hard for her to get free from it, after all!

"Happy!"

With a wide grin, Ocaeril would then make his orbs turn into chains, and try to chain the Kitsune's mouth and legs, to stop her from moving.

"Inqui, the seal! If my Water Serpents can hit, then we can already finish this!"

Inqui nods

“Got it! The seal!”

She concentrated hard and prepared the seal, when it was ready, she would unleash the seal to encapture the Kitsune

 

[Churl]

Inqui immediately was suspicious of Ickol.

"Ickol how's the weather?"
Churl

“Why, it’s snowy! Oops, not yet, sorry for the spoilerrrrr! Merry Krassmas to all, and to all a good fight!”
Ickol twirled towards the globe, but didn’t jump into it, instead disappearing into a puff of snowflakes before reaching it.
Well, that just happened.

Rhubarion Action: #1

Rhubarion wakes abruptly in a large, gleaming hall. Presumably the so-called Hall of the Gods. He scutters about the tiled floors of the massive structure, he is fumbling and evidently in a cold sweat.

*Viciously panting* My god... Where the hell am I!!!

Rhubarion proceeds to yell and flail about the hall, tripping over various artifacts and heirlooms. After about several excruciating minutes of attempting to get back to himself, he wobbles into a normal state. Still out of breath, he mutters a couple words to himself.

I hope... I... didn't...break any..thing..important. Wow, ok. I need to sit down real fast.

Rhubarion takes a seat in one of the towering thrones. He sits and drawls extensively, and in a sarcastic tone.

Oh boy, I sure hope I didn't destroy some precious object. Boy oh boy, what trouble I'd be in oh man, oh man.

He acquires a sudden boost of energy and jumps out of his seat. He proceeds to contemplate what has happened.

Well obviously I'm where I started off.. this huge temple, and no one even seems to be here. From what I recall I really only met about 2 people. One of them was some profit-crazed hoodlum and the other was a short girl who spoke like someone periodically constrained her vocal cords. Say! I remember her name. Ickol! Yes, yes.. Ickol! I'mma track her down using my state of the art, conspiracy-based communication method...horseback!

He spontaneously conjures a gorgeous horse with an incredibly overweight, hairy, and greasy middle-aged man set atop. The horse is equipped with a very large bag of brochures containing information regarding Rhubarions' religion: Transmudanism. The title page reads...

Transmundaism! Why bother being a functioning member of society when you can wallow in your crippling social anxiety and existential turmoil with the help of radically malicious conspiracy! You don't even know if society is a firm construct of reality or a holographic rouse! Ever thought that the Universe was even remotely non-heliocentric? Neither did we! Ever thought the basis of modern science was spawned entirely by a wheel of parmesan cheese? Of course we did! So come set foot in the everlasting conspiracy-ridden torment that is Transmundaism! Note: Special offers may be applied if you are indeed a Female.

Yeah, I like the ring of that. Really set the fear of conspiracy into em'.

Rhubarion lets loose the hefty man on horseback in an attempt to track down Ickol. The sound of the horse galloping gradually fades...

Rhubarion, unknown to both him and the Destroyer, has a unique effect on Ickol. Lies and Truth, Conspiracy and False Reality, the effects of their blessings have strange reactions to each other, and their followers are keenly aware of each other, even if they can’t say why.

Thus it really shouldn’t be a surprise when Rhubarion hears a prayer from the hefty rider. He had gotten lost somewhere in his journey, and now found himself in snowy woods despite the fact it had been uncomfortably warm earlier in the day. Somehow the rider had stumbled into a bridge between the material world and the dream plane, which Ickol has so desperately kept under wraps these last cycles, even making sure the craftier and more inquisitive gods weren’t invited onto the special and realize where they were.

 

[Scrump_Diddle]

Rhubarion, unknown to both him and the Destroyer, has a unique effect on Ickol. Lies and Truth, Conspiracy and False Reality, the effects of their blessings have strange reactions to each other, and their followers are keenly aware of each other, even if they can’t say why.

Thus it really shouldn’t be a surprise when Rhubarion hears a prayer from the hefty rider. He had gotten lost somewhere in his journey, and now found himself in snowy woods despite the fact it had been uncomfortably warm earlier in the day. Somehow the rider had stumbled into a bridge between the material world and the dream plane, which Ickol has so desperately kept under wraps these last cycles, even making sure the craftier and more inquisitive gods weren’t invited onto the special and realize where they were.

Rhubarion, upon hearing the prayer from the husky horsemen, breaks into a fit of delirium and unparalleled rage. He begins to speak with him via the conspiracy-based communication technique.

Blast! You bumbling nit-wit! How could you even begin to get lost in such a dimensional travesty! Both you and I know we are fully capable of speaking to this.. this wretched female!

Sorry boss, I guess I got a tad bit lost in this whole expedition you sent me on. Right now I'm levitating in what seems to be some sorta' reality-not-reality place, I'm pretty scared man...

Wait, what! What do you mean you're in a "reality-not-reality" place? I'd appreciate you being a bit more descriptive, I'm not even looking at you right now.

Well, everything feels kinda numb, I'm not seeing anything besides complete darkness, and for some reason, I also feel completely devoid of any sorta' responsibility.

R..responsibility! You are my divine servant you meandering hollow-head! Everything I say is imperishable gospel! You got that mister?

Rhubarion gradually begins to take in his words and has a partial breakthrough.

Wait a damn second, you said complete darkness, numbness right?

Yup, not a thing.

My gods! It couldn't be. Ickol may of spawned some sort of dimensional barrier. Whatever is, she's likely preventing us from seeing something... or doing something.

Whatever you say, boss, I don't even know who this icicle dude is.

Rhubarion ceases the communication method and collapses in his chair out of exhaustion.

I don't feel like thinking about this situation right now.... HYPERCUBE!



"Hypercube"

Rhubarion sits on the tiled floor in a dazed stupor, gazing at the revolving shape.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

 

[Space Buddha]

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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The blast of corruptive energies seems to stun the spider-demon horde, though the serpents and cannonballs sent on the Kitsune simply phase through her spectral form, as she conjures five illusions of herself to run in opposite directions. Still, the electrical energy from the snakes seems to have weakened her a bit.​

 

[KolastoRPN]

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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The blast of corruptive energies and wave of cannonballs effectively shreds the spider-demon horde, though the serpents sent on the Kitsune simply phase through her spectral form, as she conjures five illusions of herself to run in opposite directions. Still, the electrical energy from the snakes seems to have weakened her a bit.​

Helsa, smirking at the destruction of the horde, looks to the hole in the caverns roof. With a feral grin, she launches herself out of the cave and right towards the Kitsune.

And then she punched it RIGHT in the face.

 

[Celestial Speck]

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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The blast of corruptive energies seems to stun the spider-demon horde, though the serpents and cannonballs sent on the Kitsune simply phase through her spectral form, as she conjures five illusions of herself to run in opposite directions. Still, the electrical energy from the snakes seems to have weakened her a bit.​

Spectral forms, huh? Ocaeril quickly cracked his knuckles, as he summoned 5 clones of himself to run after each copy of the Kitsune. Each of the clone would summon balls of pure Chakra from his body, his Rassengan or whatever he called it while he was drunk, and threw it at each of them. Hopefully, being pure magic, it would hurt the Kitsune more.

As for the original Ocaeril, he would then put a hand in a circle motion in front of his mouth, and, taking a deep breath, he would then breathe out fire towards the Spider Demons.

 

[Space Buddha]

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THE KITSUNE
8====D


Helsa's fist, as well as the rest of her body, passed through the illusion of the fox lady. As she did so, Helsa questioned just exactly why she was helping Ocaeril, who in turn caused most of the illusions to fade and the Kitsune to explode into ectoplasm which splattered in all directions, although that was merely an illusion. She was actually invisible, standing in the midst of her incinerated spider demons and chuckling to herself. Of course, the gods didn't know this.​

 

[Celestial Speck]

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THE KITSUNE
8====D


Helsa's fist, as well as the rest of her body, passed through the illusion of the fox lady. As she did so, Helsa questioned just exactly why she was helping Ocaeril, who in turn caused most of the illusions to fade and the Kitsune to explode into ectoplasm which splattered in all directions, although that was merely an illusion. She was actually invisible, standing in the midst of her incinerated spider demons and chuckling to herself. Of course, the gods didn't know this.​

As Ocaeril finished doing his attacks with his clones and incinerating the demons, he would make them disappear, and go back to his Chakra reserves. Watching as the Kitsune exploded in ectoplasm, Ocaeril narrowed his eyes, as he looked around. This felt...Strange. How come Helsa's attacks hit true when physical ones like his serpents and Inqui's cannonballs did not? It could be her corruption, but even so...Even the spider thingies didn't die instantly because of it. Ocaeril then thought about the illusions she created. Could this be it as well? There was no way to be sure aside from testing.

Ocaeril would then try and concentrate hard, and try and feel the Kitsune's overall presence. If he could find her demonic energy, he would then casually walk around, as if trying to see where she went, and a hand down on the ground, his back facing her. In reality, if he found her presence, he would summon the chains of the seal, feeling the presence of the Doom Slayer within himself, as the spectral chains would go underground, and go in the direction of the Kitsune, 'bursting' out of the ground to wrap themselves around her.

If he didn't feel anything, however, he standstill, and keep searching. Hopefully this works.

 

[KolastoRPN]

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THE KITSUNE
8====D


Helsa's fist, as well as the rest of her body, passed through the illusion of the fox lady. As she did so, Helsa questioned just exactly why she was helping Ocaeril, who in turn caused most of the illusions to fade and the Kitsune to explode into ectoplasm which splattered in all directions, although that was merely an illusion. She was actually invisible, standing in the midst of her incinerated spider demons and chuckling to herself. Of course, the gods didn't know this.​

Helsa, as soon as she passed through the Kitsune, asked herself a single question.

Why am I helping him?

I'm a goddess of corruption, why have I been helping him?

I've...I've been doing good things lately oh my me I need to fix this. I need to corrupt things.

I NEED TO TURN ON HIM.

As Ocaeril finished doing his attacks with his clones and incinerating the demons, he would make them disappear, and go back to his Chakra reserves. Watching as the Kitsune exploded in ectoplasm, Ocaeril narrowed his eyes, as he looked around. This felt...Strange. How come Helsa's attacks hit true when physical ones like his serpents and Inqui's cannonballs did not? It could be her corruption, but even so...Even the spider thingies didn't die instantly because of it. Ocaeril then thought about the illusions she created. Could this be it as well? There was no way to be sure aside from testing.

Ocaeril would then try and concentrate hard, and try and feel the Kitsune's overall presence. If he could find her demonic energy, he would then casually walk around, as if trying to see where she went, and a hand down on the ground, his back facing her. In reality, if he found her presence, he would summon the chains of the seal, feeling the presence of the Doom Slayer within himself, as the spectral chains would go underground, and go in the direction of the Kitsune, 'bursting' out of the ground to wrap themselves around her.

If he didn't feel anything, however, he standstill, and keep searching. Hopefully this works.

Helsa looked right at Ocaeril, who was...doing something. Her expression was eerily calm. There was only one, sudden warning.

"Why have I been helping you?"

And with that, the Corruptor vanished into a huge cloud of corruptive smoke. It covered just about everything in sight. Oddly enough, it did seem to avoid Inqui slightly...

 

[Space Buddha]

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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The Kitsune's illusions, while potent, are entirely visual, and given that she is quite literally just lounging around on a cushion of her own tails, she is pretty easy to detect. The chains entangle an invisible mass, themselves vanishing seconds later. Otherwise, nothing seems to happen.​

 

[BlackCat-055]

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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The Kitsune's illusions, while potent, are entirely visual, and given that she is quite literally just lounging around on a cushion of her own tails, she is pretty easy to detect. The chains entangle an invisible mass, themselves vanishing seconds later. Otherwise, nothing seems to happen.​

Inqui gritted her teeth, she started to speak beneath her breath, nary a whisper.

"You may think that you tricked us demon" she then grasped her fist with the fury of a thousand stars as she looked up with glowing eyes that emitted bright cyan fire, her features hardened as she glared at the Kitsune, staring directly straight through her invisibility guise.


"BUT I! INQUI REY! THE ASPECT OF AQUA THE GODDESS OF THE AFTERLIFE! PURITY! ARTS! AND WATER ITSELF! THE PATRON OF THE HEROES! THE FIRST HERO! THE ORIGIN WHERE ALL GREAT LEGENDS COME FROM! I AM THE ONE WHO DEFEATS THE BEAST OF HIGH AND LOW! ALL EVIL! FROM THE LOWEST BANDIT! TO THE MOST GENOCIDAL GOD IN THE COSMOS! I WILL STRIKE THEM DOWN! FOR I AM INQUI REY! AND I HAVE COME! To defeat you"

Every enunciation was met with a pose from Inqui, each one brimming with pure energy no one has ever seen, her body bulked up and tensed like chiseled body, becoming harder and harder like diamonds, each pose gained more and more energy before finally at the end, Inqui was engulfed in so much energy that her body radiated a blue aura of energy, she splayed her hand out, her stare escaped through the gaps between her fingers, she was ready, to defeat this beast once and for all.

She spreads her knees in a charging pose as she screamed out in vigor, the pebbles and debris floated around her alongside her hair, her eyes shone white with fury as she screamed across Ocaeril.


"AHHHHHHHHH! I SUMMMMON THE GREAT DOOOM SLAYER! DEEP WITHIN THE SEAL! THE WARDEN OF EVILS OF OCAERIL! I INVOKE HIS NAME TO GRANT ME HIS POWER! AGHHHHH!"

Chains wrapped around Inqui as she then growled like a spirit of vengeance, one who only cares to rip and tear, she had ethereal armor placed around her and her aura turned into a fiery inferno.

She then teleported in front of the Kitsune and washed away her illusion of non-existence through a torrent of flames.

"I SEE YOU BEAST! NOW! THE VENGEANCE OF THE SLAYER: AN ETERNITY OF SUFFERING!"

she then summoned dozen-no hundred-no, thousands of ethereal arms made out of crystallized hate and flames, they all then were pointed at the beast.

"YOUR TIME IS UP NOW! ORA!"

She and the arms then immediately in the blink of an eye started to beat up the Kitsune through a tsunami of punches, all at once.

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Each scream of Muda from Inqui was a punch from each of her arms that blastered at the Kitsune, all of them congealing into a furious hurricane, Inqui then finally ended wt with a giant punch that turned into a dragon's roar, a roar that was completely filled of the invoked rage and sheer brutality of the Doom Slayer that Inqui invoked within her.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Inqui gritted her teeth, she started to speak beneath her breath, nary a whisper.

"You may think that you tricked us demon" she then grasped her fist with the fury of a thousand stars as she looked up with glowing eyes that emitted bright cyan fire, her features hardened as she glared at the Kitsune, staring directly straight through her invisibility guise.


"BUT I! INQUI REY! THE ASPECT OF AQUA THE GODDESS OF THE AFTERLIFE! PURITY! ARTS! AND WATER ITSELF! THE PATRON OF THE HEROES! THE FIRST HERO! THE ORIGIN WHERE ALL GREAT LEGENDS COME FROM! I AM THE ONE WHO DEFEATS THE BEAST OF HIGH AND LOW! ALL EVIL! FROM THE LOWEST BANDIT! TO THE MOST GENOCIDAL GOD IN THE COSMOS! I WILL STRIKE THEM DOWN! FOR I AM INQUI REY! AND I HAVE COME! To defeat you"

Every enunciation was met with a pose from Inqui, each one brimming with pure energy no one has ever seen, her body bulked up and tensed like chiseled body, becoming harder and harder like diamonds, each pose gained more and more energy before finally at the end, Inqui was engulfed in so much energy that her body radiated a blue aura of energy, she splayed her hand out, her stare escaped through the gaps between her fingers, she was ready, to defeat this beast once and for all.

She spreads her knees in a charging pose as she screamed out in vigor, the pebbles and debris floated around her alongside her hair, her eyes shone white with fury as she screamed across Ocaeril.


"AHHHHHHHHH! I SUMMMMON THE GREAT DOOOM SLAYER! DEEP WITHIN THE SEAL! THE WARDEN OF EVILS OF OCAERIL! I INVOKE HIS NAME TO GRANT ME HIS POWER! AGHHHHH!"

Chains wrapped around Inqui as she then growled like a spirit of vengeance, one who only cares to rip and tear, she had ethereal armor placed around her and her aura turned into a fiery inferno.

She then teleported in front of the Kitsune and washed away her illusion of non-existence through a torrent of flames.

"I SEE YOU BEAST! NOW! THE VENGEANCE OF THE SLAYER: AN ETERNITY OF SUFFERING!"

she then summoned dozen-no hundred-no, thousands of ethereal arms made out of crystallized hate and flames, they all then were pointed at the beast.

"YOUR TIME IS UP NOW! ORA!"

She and the arms then immediately in the blink of an eye started to beat up the Kitsune through a tsunami of punches, all at once.

"MUDA! MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!MUDA!"

Each scream of Muda from Inqui was a punch from each of her arms that blastered at the Kitsune, all of them congealing into a furious hurricane, Inqui then finally ended wt with a giant punch that turned into a dragon's roar, a roar that was completely filled of the invoked rage and sheer brutality of the Doom Slayer that Inqui invoked within her.

Helsa, as soon as she passed through the Kitsune, asked herself a single question.

Why am I helping him?

I'm a goddess of corruption, why have I been helping him?

I've...I've been doing good things lately oh my me I need to fix this. I need to corrupt things.

I NEED TO TURN ON HIM.



Helsa looked right at Ocaeril, who was...doing something. Her expression was eerily calm. There was only one, sudden warning.

"Why have I been helping you?"

And with that, the Corruptor vanished into a huge cloud of corruptive smoke. It covered just about everything in sight. Oddly enough, it did seem to avoid Inqui slightly...

GM UPDATE
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THE KITSUNE
8====D

The Kitsune's illusions, while potent, are entirely visual, and given that she is quite literally just lounging around on a cushion of her own tails, she is pretty easy to detect. The chains entangle an invisible mass, themselves vanishing seconds later. Otherwise, nothing seems to happen.

"Guh?!" As Helsa disappeared, letting the dangerous smoke run free, Ocaeril quickly jumped back, not being able to release any Jutsus to send the smoke away due to his hands being busy holding the chains. Giving a few jumps back as he watched the smoke corrupt the surrounding area, and as he could feel a tug in the chains, Ocaeril quickly pulled them back, using them to pull the Kitsune inside the seal, and soon, he felt it disappear, and so did the Kitsune. But not before Inqui attacked it with all her might, that is. Her attacks seemed to go so fast he could only hear a jumbled mess.

And in less than a few seconds, a final punch showed the Kitsune's demise, as Ocaeril then pulled her soul inside the seal. Now that's a reason for her not to come back.

Did it work?

...No matter, he has something to do.

"Wind Style: Great Wind Release..." Ocaeril muttered, as once again, in a similar fashion to the flamethrower he sent earlier, he put his hand in front of him, and release a great amount of wind from his mouth, trying to send the smoke away from him and Inqui. And soon, after he did so, he would look around, confused, before blinking. "Helsa, you fool...You're following the path your sphere set down for you again..."

His voice seemed...Sad.

"Inqui, I think we did it. Come...I think Helsa...Accidentally corrupted her own mind and feelings."

Tsk...

Still, at least Inqui seemed cool while doing it...He felt a small blush forming on his cheeks and his heart pumping. What a woman.

( BlackCat-055 )

 

[Poetic Prose Master]

Assyrian action 1:
They say a star came down boiling with black heat. That it impacted the center of the fallen remnant of the Jade Empire, and from it emerged a child with iron for skin, flame for hair, and holocausts for eyes. They say by the time he was five he could rip apart 50 men, that his blows cracked the earth and left craters, that he held soul annihilating forces in his heart, and that his veins roared with thunder greater then the roar of dragons.

Forged by the rage of Assyrian was this child. He had carved out his hate, his vengeance, desire for victory, and his need for combat and let it form into a demigod of power and rage. This was no peaceful teacher, guru of vaunted wisdom. The child was born to conquer, destroy, and kill. Every martial art that could be used in war was in its head to be given to the last of the Jade Empire. The child itself could transform into a Destroyer form that could wipe away cities, decimate armies and lands, and slaughter till the sky was beat red.
(Assyrian has given the Jade Empire a conquering demigod of destruction and rage to Kung Fu Shao Khan them back into power, and they are teaching all the kill everything Martial Arts, as well as having Max Rage God form of doom. The imperial as fuck death god Khan of kung fu is here now to get every pound of flesh the Jade Empire is owed. This Demigod is loyal to the Jade Empire, and his main drive is the glory and might of the Empire. )

 

[Celestial Speck]

ACTION 1 & 2: EVOLUTION​

With the Kitsune gone, Ocaeril could feel her presence in the seal already.

The seal inner purification seals were already pumping, pulling her remaining demonic energy into it slowly, and transforming into pure energy into the world. From somewhere within Camelot, yellow energy came from it and went all over the world, its effects still unknown- although, one thing was certain. If absorbed, the power this energy gave was incredible and combined with Chakra and normal magic...It could certainly do a lot. A supercharger of sorts, if you will. Ocaeril could small bits of it coming into him, the Kitsune not even trying to fight back having her energy taken from her, clearly not wanting to go back out to whatever Inqui became.

Ocaeril closed his eyes, the seal markings in his body glowing alongside his own tattoos. Momentarily, a circle with what appeared to be a spiral symbol on it appeared on his belly, as many, small runes surrounded this circle, and went into 8 directions. North, Northeast, Northwest, East, West, South, Southwest, Southeast. Closing his eyes, he could feel his connection to the seal growing...As slowly, he placed a hand over it, and... Twisted it.

The valves connecting him to the seal suddenly sent energy into him. He could feel his Chakra supercharging with the Kitsune's energy. He felt it expanding, more and more, although burning his body as he did so. He felt his pathway system burning, but not breaking. It was like having drugs put into his system- and as such, Ocaeril shaped it. He grabbed that Chakra, and shaped it, around his body. That would be his first action. An evolution in power for himself to stop Krass.

Ocaeril's figure then changed, yellow energy around his body, and in his orbs, as well.

...Chakra Mode. A unique mode that is formed when the user uses his Chakra and creates a cloak around his body. Transforming it almost completely into Chakra. This form had its risks, of both completely burning out one's Chakra reserves, or burning themselves with it. It's a mode that should only be used temporarily, but thanks to the Kitsune's own purified energy, Ocaeril could use her own energy and his Chakra to stay in this mode for a good while. Still...It had its risks. Most notably, the Kitsune and her energy. Its effects are still unknown...But she should be weak enough for him to be able to stay in this form.

This way, being mostly Chakra, he could move quicker, his attacks supercharged, and create Chakra hands, in a similar way that he creates his Rasengan. Inqui, Tanya, and Merlin could too use this mode if they pumped the energy into them. Although likely to a weaker state, considering they aren't gods.

( BlackCat-055 )

Turning this form off, Ocaeril would then do the second action to protect the world.

Strings appeared on his fingertips, as all around the world, evolution would occur. Technologically, magically, and even slightly biologically. All of the intelligent races, with the exception of the Cenobite Elves, would receive this.

Hopefully, they evolve quickly enough before Krass and Krankle attack.

( Space Buddha )

 

[Churl]

KRASSMAS SPECIAL 1

Gravitys Momentum
KolastoRPN
Celestial Speck
Scrump_Diddle
BlackCat-055
Space Buddha
Stikes
@Revan4221
Selee-01
@Barbas
Poetic Prose Master
@The Void Ever Watching
@Lolface390
@Kingly K Duel



Twas the night before Krassmas and all through Ocaeril,

The people were ignorant of the coming kill.

As the deities were focused on angels and foxes,

Toys and weapons were put in gift-wrapped boxes.



And on the ice shelf of the far cold North

Did a workshop of Krassmas magic spring forth.

A place of cold, of whimsy and cheer,

And bloodshed, monsters, horror and fear.

And who dared bring forth this new abomination?

Why, the Krassmas’d Icoal, with utmost concentration.

Pulled from the dream lands, made real as can be,

And she stood beside Krass ‘neath that large Krassmas tree.

And Icoal (not Ickol, as she lacked the ambition and stammer)

Did pull from her sleeve a nasty-looking hammer,

And with little little fanfare did hit Krass Blue

And where once there was one, there now was two!



And Krass Blue did set about lighting the tree,

To unleash a wave of Krassmas, you see

And when it should come, provided the world is now festive,

Krassmas shall reign, nothing to be depressed of!

Yes, eternal Krassmas, a never-ending holiday!

And the gods shall celebrate or die, if he had a say.

But as he prepared, what of Krangle Red?

He traveled to Ocaeril, to make many things dead...

/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/





In the north, Krass’ workshop has been brought into reality, and the big man himself split into his two personalities by Ick-sorry, Icoal. The Blue Krass is preparing his tree in the North Pole. Once his Yule Lads have caused enough Krassmas chaos, the tree will fire and Ocaeril will become a winter wonderland. Well, that’s the plan, anyway. Just in case both Krass’ have armed themselves with a teleporter to send them back to the Dreamlands, although this is as a last resort.

it is barely even sundown, but tonight is going to be a long night. Perhaps people hear of the tale of Krass Red as he travels across the globe, punishing the naughty in disturbing displays with a posse of some of the insane of the former Jade Empire. Perhaps it is the other tale, of snowmen delivering amazing toys to the households of the good. News travels slow, though. So how do some of the gods first become aware of Krassmas?



For Joe, it is an awareness of how, across the world, the farmers had their harvesting interrupted as large fir trees spring out from their fields and their crops froze with a sudden chill, no matter the climate of the area. Reports come in of a figure on horseback, who brings this misfortune as he travels.

For Cardicarious, this trail of winter is also what alerts him, as the Yule Lad brining it passes by, noticeably taking a detour to avoid getting close to the god

.

Yule Lad #1- Jack Frost



For Rhubarion, it is a feeling, as the workshop is pulled into the material plane. He receives a frantic prayer from his rider, who is under attack by a strange glass beast. It appears the discovered pathway now leads to this new location at the North Pole, and a guardian has been appointed to kill intruders and prevent an ambush through the gate.



Yule Lad #2- Ornamanticore



For Helsa and Baldur, it is a sudden pain. Somewhere on Ocaeril, there is a being of pureness. He is singing, singing the notes to a song that shall help the transition of the planet into a Krassmas wonderland. His sole lyric, ‘Hark’, empowers the rest of the Yule Lads like a bard, and as such is guarded diligently by two powerful warriors.



Yule Lads #3-5- Harold Angel, Silent Knight and Holy Knight



For Arceus, it is a more infuriating slight. Some kind of bird has managed to kidnap Mew within a round device, and now hides in a small village outside the Western Empire.

...

It really has no idea the storm that’s about to hit it. Still, it can, and will, flee like the devil’s on its heels.



Yule Lad #6- Delibird



For Kurantse, it is an odd thing indeed. A masterful thief has been stealing the artifacts entrusted into his worshippers care, as well as their coin, and now boarded himself up in a mountain. A mountain that Corven’s followers happened to be camped at the base of.

Yule Lad #7, the Grunch

For Assyrian, it is Krass Red himself, approaching the village the god had blessed with an army of the deranged and depraved. He has a large sack full of weapons, and a nasty look in his eye.



For Yimor and The Writhing Cosmos, it is a the feeling of something like them, something part of reality yet averting it all the same. It is the strongest of Krass’ Yule Lads, a dreadful giant of a beast.
Yule Lad #8, Chthistmas


For Ocaeril, it is a slight feeling of nausea, like a sugar rush on an empty stomach. And there is a message, blossoming before him in purple ink.

“If...his...plan...succeeds, you’ll...be...Krassmas’d...like...I...am. And...then...he’ll...use...us...to...capture...the...others...and...do...to...them...what...he’s...done...to...me. This...message...should...get...to...you...about...when...his...plan...starts. I’ll...be...different, then, but...if...you...don’t...drop...the...ball...I...can...handle...myself. For...once, please, don’t...disappoint...me.”

For Inqui, it is none of that. It is the beast that is approaching the cave as Ocaeril is distracted by the message, a towering deer-like creature with eyes of hatred, gnarled and deadly looking antlers, and a red nose radiating a powerful energy.

Yule Lad #9, Randall the Red Nosed Pain-Deer

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Farmer Joe: Conversational

Joe looks at the man that halted production.

"Are you serious?"

 

[Celestial Speck]

KRASSMAS SPECIAL 1

Gravitys Momentum
KolastoRPN
Celestial Speck
Scrump_Diddle
BlackCat-055
Space Buddha
Stikes
@Revan4221
Selee-01
@Barbas
Poetic Prose Master
@The Void Ever Watching
@Lolface390
@Kingly K Duel



Twas the night before Krassmas and all through Ocaeril,

The people were ignorant of the coming kill.

As the deities were focused on angels and foxes,

Toys and weapons were put in gift-wrapped boxes.



And on the ice shelf of the far cold North

Did a workshop of Krassmas magic spring forth.

A place of cold, of whimsy and cheer,

And bloodshed, monsters, horror and fear.

And who dared bring forth this new abomination?

Why, the Krassmas’d Icoal, with utmost concentration.

Pulled from the dream lands, made real as can be,

And she stood beside Krass ‘neath that large Krassmas tree.

And Icoal (not Ickol, as she lacked the ambition and stammer)

Did pull from her sleeve a nasty-looking hammer,

And with little little fanfare did hit Krass Blue

And where once there was one, there now was two!



And Krass Blue did set about lighting the tree,

To unleash a wave of Krassmas, you see

And when it should come, provided the world is now festive,

Krassmas shall reign, nothing to be depressed of!

Yes, eternal Krassmas, a never-ending holiday!

And the gods shall celebrate or die, if he had a say.

But as he prepared, what of Krangle Red?

He traveled to Ocaeril, to make many things dead...

/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/





In the north, Krass’ workshop has been brought into reality, and the big man himself split into his two personalities by Ick-sorry, Icoal. The Blue Krass is preparing his tree in the North Pole. Once his Yule Lads have caused enough Krassmas chaos, the tree will fire and Ocaeril will become a winter wonderland. Well, that’s the plan, anyway. Just in case both Krass’ have armed themselves with a teleporter to send them back to the Dreamlands, although this is as a last resort.

it is barely even sundown, but tonight is going to be a long night. Perhaps people hear of the tale of Krass Red as he travels across the globe, punishing the naughty in disturbing displays with a posse of some of the insane of the former Jade Empire. Perhaps it is the other tale, of snowmen delivering amazing toys to the households of the good. News travels slow, though. So how do some of the gods first become aware of Krassmas?



For Joe, it is an awareness of how, across the world, the farmers had their harvesting interrupted as large fir trees spring out from their fields and their crops froze with a sudden chill, no matter the climate of the area. Reports come in of a figure on horseback, who brings this misfortune as he travels.

For Cardicarious, this trail of winter is also what alerts him, as the Yule Lad brining it passes by, noticeably taking a detour to avoid getting close to the god

.

Yule Lad #1- Jack Frost



For Rhubarion, it is a feeling, as the new planet appears. He receives a frantic prayer from his rider, who is under attack by a strange glass beast. It appears the discovered pathway now leads to this new location at the North Pole, and a guardian has been appointed to kill intruders and prevent an ambush through the gate.



Yule Lad #2- Ornamanticore



For Helsa and Baldur, it is a sudden pain. Somewhere on Ocaeril, there is a being of pureness. He is singing, singing the notes to a song that shall help the transition of the planet into a Krassmas wonderland. His sole lyric, ‘Hark’, empowers the rest of the Yule Lads like a bard, and as such is guarded diligently by two powerful warriors.



Yule Lads #3-5- Harold Angel, Silent Knight and Holy Knight



For Arceus, it is a more infuriating slight. Some kind of bird has managed to kidnap Mew within a round device, and now hides in a small village outside the Western Empire.

...

It really has no idea the storm that’s about to hit it. Still, it can, and will, flee like the devil’s on its heels.



Yule Lad #6- Delibird



For Kurantse, it is an odd thing indeed. A masterful thief has been stealing the artifacts entrusted into his worshippers care, as well as their coin, and now boarded himself up in a mountain. A mountain that Corven’s followers happened to be camped at the base of.

Yule Lad #7, the Grunch

For Assyrian, it is Krass Red himself, approaching the village the god had blessed with an army of the deranged and depraved. He has a large sack full of weapons, and a nasty look in his eye.



For Yimor and The Writhing Cosmos, it is a the feeling of something like them, something part of reality yet oerverting it all the same. It is the strongest of Krass’ Yule Lads, a dreadful giant of a beast.
Yule Lad #8, Chthistmas


For Ocaeril, it is a slight feeling of nausea, like a sugar rush on an empty stomach. And there is a message, blossoming before him in purple ink.

“If...his...plan...succeeds, you’ll...be...Krassmas’d...like...I...am. And...then...he’ll...use...us...to...capture...the...others...and...do...to...them...what...he’s...done...to...me. This...message...should...get...to...you...about...when...his...plan...starts. I’ll...be...different, then, but...if...you...don’t...drop...the...ball...I...can...handle...myself. For...once, please, don’t...disappoint...me.”

For Inqui, it is none of that. It is the beast that is approaching the cave as Ocaeril is distracted by the message, a towering deer-like creature with eyes of hatred, gnarled and deadly looking antlers, and a red nose radiating a powerful energy.

Yule Lad #9, Randall the Red Nosed Pain-Deer

As the feeling of nausea came over Ocaeril's body, he put a hand on his head, and clutching it tightly, he groaned in pain. This...This feeling... It was a feeling he always felt. Something he always felt when something was going wrong. The message in front of him, written by no one else then Ickol, clearly, if the way it was written wasn't obvious enough, the plan begun. Krassmass was coming, the first 'star' told him so.

Soon, as the message faded, Ocaeril soon took a hold of himself, shaking the nauseous feeling away, as he quickly looked over at the entrance of the cave where he just sealed the Kitsune away, still littered with the charred bodies of the Yokai she summoned. And there...He saw a presence who carried the Krassmass spirit like no other. A towering beast with incredible power, its intentions not good, and ready to deliver naughty children tricks. Despite this, the god, with newfound power, couldn't help but smirk. "I always had a feeling ya didn't like me, but...Who the hell do you think I am? A father isn't going to leave his children alone!"

With that, a massive cloud of smoke appeared, covering him, as beyond Randall's sight, the real Ocaeril teleported away, currently scouting the world with his newfound speed, searching for Krass, while back with Inqui, and 3 clones stood, currently in all in his new Chakra mode.

"Oi, tell me where your boss is! We don't got all night!" The clone in the center stood with his palm raised, the two others sending Chakra into the center of it, forming a giant Rassengan...

 

[Stikes]

For Kurantse, it is an odd thing indeed. A masterful thief has been stealing the artifacts entrusted into his worshiper's care, as well as their coin, and now boarded himself up in a mountain. A mountain that Corven’s followers happened to be camped at the base of.

Yule Lad #7, the Grunch

Kurantse furrows his brow as a worrying feeling. Missing artifacts, missing coin? He wouldn't stand for it! Only one of his followers should pull a heist so grand.

He flings his coin down the Ocaeril, spinning down into the foglands. Ignoring the gathering of the Alchemist's cult, he catches himself out of the air before this master thief's boarded cave-entrance.

"Hey, you in there! You got some shit that will eventually belong to me!" He shouts. "You can either bring it back out here to me, or I can come in there and take it from ya! What do ya say to that, eh?"