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Fantasy Tyranny of King Valerian - A Fantasy GroupRP (Closed and Over)

Delacare said:
"... TURN AWAY from the blessed, Holy Refraction Shield, I deny this blade" (That earlier spell was emant to stop the fireballs and stop your swird from swining by temporarily purging the Dark One's energy from both.)
"Blessed? You fool, I am a GOD. Not a DEMON. You are Pathetic, Foolish and Stupid."
 
Birdsie said:
The Dark One laughed. "I am Amos, your creator and undoer. Prepare to be vanquished!" He rushed at Arabelle with his sword, trying to slice her.
Arabelle looked up at him and was filled with rage. She flew at Amos and thrusted her sword at him.
 
[QUOTE="Paint The Wind]Arabelle looked up at him and was filled with rage. She flew at Amos and thrusted her sword at him.

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He had used Telekinesis and threw her away. Then he said "Give up. You pathetic being. Your doom, your oblivion, your fear. It's coming for you and I am it's Incarnation."
 
Xer'Lai groans from the magical backlash of Amos destroying his shield and falls to his knees. It wasnt enough, HE wasn't enough he couldnt make anybody smile like this.


"Dream, help me."
 
Amos laughed and said "One more soul... One more and I will be freed from my prison in the Void. I am powerful enough to possess this man... So how about his Soul?" Leon is preparing to stab himself with the Sword, with dark blue eyes and an evil, sinister smile as he rises the Sword.
 
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Tyr felt his stomach. It was wet and sticky. "Oh. Oh dear." The cut was quite deep. He was feeling weak. As he laid on the ground, he looked around. It wasn't the worst place to die, the throne room of a king. It was a pity that the rug was stained red. Must be some nice red wine, Tyr thought. Wine. For some reason that reminded him of that slave girl. What was her name? Becka? No, that wasn't it. Bailey! that was it. Where was she? Tyr called out her name, hoping she would come to him.


@FireMaiden
 
[QUOTE="Paint The Wind]"No!" she screamed, and slammed into his from the side. She was getting weaker by was still strong enough to knock him over.

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He knocked her back with Telekinesis and picked up the Sword once again, preparing to do the same, this time much faster.
 
Arabelle was slammed back with such force that she could hear her bones shatter. She cried out and wasn't able to move as she watched this being move to kill the only man who had ever loved her, and the only one she had loved.
 
"You know the rules. If I help you someone must pay the price. Will you pay once again?"


"I will do anything if you can help me stop it from ending like last time, please Dream save them from that monster."
 
((We are in the place, fighting. Tyr has jumped in front of the King/Amos's sword and had it hit him instead of Arabelle))


Come to think of it, Tyr thought looking around, I wonder if Scales has any more of that whiskey I gave him.
 
[QUOTE="Paint The Wind]Arabelle was slammed back with such force that she could hear her bones shatter. She cried out and wasn't able to move as she watched this being move to kill the only man who had ever loved her, and the only one she had loved.

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Leon stabbed himself. You can see Darkness leaving him from above and forming into... something, as his eyes become red again and he falls onto the Floor with his sword stuck in him.


You see the Dark God himself... He flies through a big window in the Throne Room.


You can't exactly see how he looks due to your blurred vision, but you see Red hateful eyes.


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Tyr coughed a little, and wiped the blood/spittle from his mouth. he needed help, or lse he was going to die on the floor of the palace.
 
Birdsie said:
Leon stabbed himself. You can see Darkness leaving him from above and forming into... something, as his eyes become red again and he falls onto the Floor with his sword stuck in him.
You see the Dark God himself... He flies through a big window in the Throne Room.


You can't exactly see how he looks due to your blurred vision, but you see Red hateful eyes.


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Arabelle could feel her heard shatter when Leon stabbed himself. She looked up at the "God" and watched hopelessly. She was too weak and in too much pain to even move. It was over. Everything she had fought for. Destroyed.
 
Leon removed the Sword from his Chest, causing profuse bleeding and then he started laughing with a smirk.


He looked onto the ceiling of the Throne Room and started dying from the bleeding.
 
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Looking at the other two, he thought that he would give one more thing to the two. "Ar.. ara.. belle.. bring him *cough* *sputter* bring 'im 'ere.."
 
((I'll just kinds jump in))


Bailey ran to the throne room, the feeling of dread seting in. Once she reached it, she didn't like what she saw. Tyr on the ground bleeding out, King Valerian with a sword through him, Arabelle on the ground at the mercy of a black blob, and a blob. "I gotta help Tyr," she said, running government to him. Once there she shoved on of the herbs she had eaten before for her self inflicted wounds. "Eat it!"
 
[QUOTE="Paint The Wind]Arabelle stared at Leon. Her eyes were fuzzy and she stared at him. "Leon…" she cried out, staring at him with tears going down her face.

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"It's alright... bu- but-" Blood started coming out from his eyes. "Stop him." He closed his eyes with his last breath coming out. You see a blue light go out of his body as it goes through the same window that Amos left with. Then soon after the Sky outside turns dark red.


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billthesomething said:
Aron having enough of the mans grabs his arms and throws him across the courtyard "Madman It Is Clear You Hold No Loyalty to King Valerian And As Such I Hesitate To Raise My Blade Towards You, However Continue This Foolishness And I Shall Throw Away Any Hesitation" He turns away from the man and walks over to Vayne who did a good job in ignoring her rotting hand, He Picks her up by the throat and as such her armor begins to rust "As Much As I Have I Berated And Insulted You, I Would Be Fool To Not Admit That You Fought Admirably, So Before You Perish Would You Honor Me With Your Name" @RedTeam Grif
Vayne was easily picked up off the ground, panic in her movements as she tried to pull the thing's hand away from her neck. Damn it, so she would die, no matter how much she tried she just wasnt good enough. "V-Vayne" She didnt want to show it, but she was trembling in fear. It didnt matter if he knew her name in the end or not, he'd forget it and nobody would care enough to remember it. "But I w-want to know s-something" This was starting to hurt.


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