The Golden Fleece(Round 1)

[SQJ]

1 Shot at getting through to the next round.
1 Post away from crushing defeat.
1 Post away from survival.
1 Post to rule them all.




BE THE CHAMPION
FINISH THE QUEST
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Rules Made up so far:
1. You and several others complete either the same or similar scenarios.
2. Each post is judged on several points. Realism, depth, quality of words etc.
3. Others move on to the next round, one person is knocked out. The new Scenerio will be posted.
4. If you've been knocked out please do not post, there is always the next game.
5. Each post is between 700 and 1100 words(Please be honest dont make me do a number count).
6. Each battle character must be a character from the Battle Arena section.
7. How you post is entirely up to you. Just know you’ll be judged on elements such as realism, quality of words, depth and so on.
8. You have 7 days to create it before the game moves on to the next round.
9. You will know nothing of the arena and the enemies your facing until the begining of the 1st round.
10. Anyone posting with prior knowledge is disqualified (So dont ask me where the ext location is, I might tell you and screw you over.).
11. You can fill in your single post anyway you want. If you want to kill everyone in ten words and spend 690 words doing a complicated victory dance, its up to you.
12. You have complete rating control but please follow RPA rules and guidelines.
13. The judge's word is final If you're the one eliminated from the game. You're gone, dead or defeated. Do not post on.
14. Each post continues immidiately from the last ni terms of time in the battle. This is a contously running mission with you agaist NPCs so pace your character out.
15. Have fun doing this, it'll reflect in your writing(of course sucking will reflect in your writing too, no pressure XD).

Notes:
This is stuff I'm making up, the game is new. If you feel you have any notes you want to give please feel free to give them.
Oh yeah!! Rule 16! ONLY GAME POSTS ARE ALLOWED HERE OOC posts are back in battle writers! XD



POST!!!!

[SQJ]

Okay basically how this works.

I will design....

1. A setting.
2. The place you need to go to.
3. What you need to do at the end of each post.
4. The general Intel given at the start of the mission.
5. A complete description of the enemy and the general strength of the enemy 6. according to a ten star rating system. How you match yourself to that system during the post will affect how you’re scored in the end.

1. The Setting

The world is coming to an end. The dead are rising all across the world and are killing and turning all that fall under their attacks.
Across the world villages and kingdoms fight to stave them off but their numbers are too many, one by one thousands are falling.

Rumour formed of undead hordes pulling the weaker civilians and children into the earth and taking them to a land unknown. This was conformed and a hunt was started for the source of the undead infestation. Hunters discovered news of a powerful device capable of raising and controlling the dead. News was also brought that stated the Dead Stone killed the bearer unless they were wearing the golden fleece, armour of untold wealth. Now the hunters set forth, some looking to be heroes, some looking for the power of the fleece some looking for the power of the dead stone. All looking for something but not all will find it.

2. The Place you need to go.

The Black Fort a ancient Japanese styles castle resting at the top of a hill looking down the valley. [More information is unknown]

3. What you need to do at the end of each post.

Take and wear the bracelet before pressing on the ruby.(How you know to do this is up to you.)

4. The general Intel given at the start of the mission.

There's only one way through to the Black Fort and that's through the magical devices held by the most powerful generals in the army hordes.

You only know one of these locations.
1. The White Lotus
2. The Bamboo Forest.
3. The Flat Rock Mountain.
4. The Nyanga beach head.
5. The Hive.
6. The Black Bridge
7. The Grave Site


Items of extreme importance.
The Golden Fleece -A piece of chest armour of the highest value hidden in the Unseen Valley, the home of the Black Fort. Has the ability to fend off all forms of magic but very few physical attacks as gold is generally soft.
The dead stone – Dangerous magical devise capable of raising the dead and using them ass tool to do one’s bidding.
The five travel bracelets – these are special bracelets which allow the wielder to find and enter the Black Fort.

5. A complete description of the enemy and the general strength of the enemy 6. According to a ten star rating system. How you match yourself to that system during the post will affect how you’re scored in the end.

Locations and enemies.



An ancient Spanish galley drew to a stop at a clear port, facing an abandoned city. Paulo's limited vision expanded when two human forms grew out of the water. Paulo blinked awake when the two creations bursts. He opened his mouth to call for the bridge up to the ship but it was too late.


Name: Paulo
Ten star rating: Five Stars
Sex: Male
Age: 95
Appearance:

His skin is grey and torn with very little of it remaining intact from decay and viscous attracts. He has no legs, each one torn off and devoured in attacks.
Power: Paulo cannot fight; he cannot move but instead relies on the water guide him. He is always footed at one spot, moving him would disable him also he cannot move even if he wanted.
Water manipulation, he can raise and drop water in any way he likes from his mind.
He can breathe under water, is completely unaffected by it.
He can transform heat from heat from water, turning it to ice of making it boil.
His most powerful ability is the forming his guard, soldiers made entirely out of water. They are designed by creating a shell of specialised water which is filled and then brought to life. Each guard is ranked at level 2 and their numbers are huge. Each holds a single sword made entirely out of ice, roughly bigger than the claymore, heavy enough to bend armour and sharp enough to cleave flesh.



Lyriate found herself surrounded by fog so dense she could see very little beyond a few meters ahead of herself, not that there was much to see. There was nothing but damp soil and dense bamboo, hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of bamboo stalks ran on forever, irritating her before she’d gone half way through the forest. The idea of walking a hundred thousand undead soldiers formed a nightmare. She stopped and turned back toward the lake when the sense of a second presence halted her in her tracks. She turned back and saw a dark silhouette in the fog....


Name: Lyriate the metal queen
Ten star rating: Five Stars
Sex: Male
Appearance: Very tall, over 2 meters with square features and a thick wide frame mixed with a black and navy blue skin give her the look of an anorexic war troll(Lotr styled troll). Her eyes are completely blood shot her hair is blood red and log where the scalp is no torn.
Power: She has the power to pull iron from her body and melt and harden it to for it in any way she wants.
She create knives, swords and other blades out of her ski either letting them become a part of her body (terminator style) or becoming a separate weapon that she can hold and let go of.
For short bursts, lasting only 2 seconds at a time, she can cover her entire body in a dense steel body to defend against attacks.





The Flat Rock Mountain
Four hundred undead soldiers of low rank march forward up a single point in the heart of the Blouberg mountain range circling at the halfway point where the road became impassable by undead hands. Jesse climbed the sheer rock face burning her way through to the top.
The top itself was small, barely enough to fit any more than a score of men. There was no way she could have taken more than ten steps in a straight line without falling. The poison dagger she’d come for was gone, she climbed over and stopped. She wasn’t alone.....

Name: Jesse fire vixen
Ten star rating: Five Stars
Sex: Female
Age: 26
Jesse was once beautiful with a full bright red hair and a powerful thick and full body. Ow her hair is faded stringy ad torn up. Her once pale white skin now turquoise.
Jesse has several specialised fire abilities.
Lava axe – Jesse fires a heavy burst of flame which pulls itself into her had creating a white liquid substance which reforms into the shape of a tomahawk throwing axe. The axe can rip through most substances. It also has a burst effect. After a while the axe will tear lose its out casing and burst apart, creating a two meter wide splash.
Basic pyrokenisis, she can create fire from nothing and manipulate the flame in any direction she feels.
Fire Core – Uses the same technique of lava axe to concentrate power into her fingers. This makes her very dangerous in close combat. Her fire core ability can spread up to her shoulders and be used as an offencive shied to absorb attacks.



Sixteen row boats were pushed forward by undead hands with a single boat being led forward. It was the first to land on the Nyanga beach, one of the clearest beaches Angel had ever seen during death or during life too. It was incredible. There wasn't a rock to be found any where only soft bright sand and a thick chill breeze that threatened to push him off the boat with force. It pushed from east to west and didn't slow for a moment. It affected the waves and ht way Angel's boat moved, up head a single dark figure stood in the soft beach sand, waiting. Angel raised his fist and the boats behind slowed down deeply.


Name: Angel god of Earth
Ten star rating: Five Stars
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Tall, broad, though most of his skin has been torn yet enough of it is intact to ensure that his form is still intimating. His blond hair is barely visible it’s so short.
Power: Can manipulate earth and gravity.
Gravity shift – has the power raise the gravity field around another and effectively slow them down by pulling them down. Although indirectly fatal the change cannot kill you.
Can lift rock and make it rise out of the ground, he can burst it apart and pull it together forming a new shape.








There was nothing but devastation, a once fertile farm land turned the land into a pitch black ditch in the ground. Fertile soil had turned into dark crystallised rock. Lila waded into the upturned land sliding down a wide crater to the core. The meteorite had be somewhere, she needed it to raise her core strength. Rock which had come down, surviving for such intense heats becoming something not of her world was something she only dreamt about she it was now within her grasp. Only, only it wasn't there. She dropped to her knees sifting through dirt absorbing what she could but found nothing, she screamed in frustration when a shadow fell over her. Stopped, looking up...



Name: Lila Flay the skinner, queen of glass
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Lilia is of medium height, she's slightly on the plump side she was once adorable, but all the skin around her face has been peeled of leaving a patch around her left eye where she still looks humans. She has long red hair but its all been peeled off, save the left side of her face. She looks completely different when she takes her glass form. She is tall, commanding and absolutely stunning her entire form filled out and smooth.

Power:
She has the ability to absorb and manipulate melted rock in its crystallised form.
The more glass she absorbs the stronger her form.
She can reconfigure the density of glass, making it it elastic to absorb impacts and harden it to deflect or block impacts.
On a plane thick with glass she's incredibly powerful pulling glass up from her surroundings until there is nothing inside of her power storage.





She'd never a seen a single bridge run for so long. A full day and a half had passed and she had yet to see the other side. She was glad of the lack of living bodily functions now. The bridge itself was wide wide enough to hold two men uncomfortably next to each other. The rope wasn't of something she knew. It was instead of something stronger, thicker than any rope bridge she'd ever seen. The base was wood, four times as thick as any before. She stopped, in the distance she could make out an unfriendly figure.



Name: Qondile the air queen
Ten star rating: Five Stars
Sex: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Qondile was once an early bloomer, developing her body quickly before she died. She of all the generals in the most physically intact. The worst point being her skill which is completely black, her hair also is black short, curly and shredded.
Power:
Has the ability to manipulate the wind.
Strangle hold – Creates a three meter barrier which lasts for a minute if it moves and 3 minutes if held in a solid spot. The power has the ability to pull the air out of the radius till there is nothing.
Cyclone: Creates a massive twister and her that cannot affect her.
Density case – Creates a 3 meter shell of density air that can push an opponent away or simply slow them down as though they were in water.
Wind blade - uses nearly impossibly fast wind speeds and focuses them on a single lengthened point cutting all in its path.
Wind Saw – Same as wind blade but the blast moves in such a way that it creates a longer lasting saw affect the tears at objects.




No one else could see it, it was there to be seen yet Elliot was only one who could. The souls of the dead, they'd abandoned their bodies in death and now as Elliot watched, they floated aimlessly as their bodies abandoned them. There was open flat ground the size of a rugby pitch topped with hundreds of tombstones. Each and everyone placed on top of an open grave, there were rows upon rows of tombstones, numbered in their hundreds, there were even more holes in the ground where those who could not afford tombstones once rested. The spirits grew restless. Dante, Seril and Holt, Elliot’s personal guard, rose out of Elliot's chest, their weapons raised. Someone had just entered the grave site. Someone with too much of a pulse for Elliot’s liking.


Name: Elliot the Soul ripper
Ten star rating: Five Stars
Sex: Male
Age: 85
Appearance: He has the appearance of a very old man holding a wooden cane. He’s about 1,5 meters, short for men his age and hunched making him look short for a man his age. He’s also hunched making him look about 1,2 meters in size. He’s heavily wrinkled and greyed though most of the flesh around his jaw, neck and shoulders has been devoured.
Power:
He’s a necromancer; he was the ghosts of three legendary warriors. They are spirits who cannot be injured without necromancer abilities. The ghosts move through two forms, solid and spirit. In their spirit form it is impossible to hurt them but they cannot touch you. In their solid form they can rip through steel and have abnormal strength. They are every vulnerable in their solid mode if they are struck they implode and reform in their spirit mode before being able to shift between modes. The process takes one second. So there’s a one second gap before one can be attacked by a single ghost. Not only that but the time it takes a ghost to phase is a look of a second.

[Koti~]

Azaco sighed internally, his breath rising in the early morning fog. His feet brushed the dew coated grass, his hands tucked into his pockets. He was heading towards a known area where some of the undead was hording, and was planning to cross a nearby bridge to head towards them. He had heard some rumors of them planning to cross the bridge, but even for them, that would be idiotic.

“Ah, here we are” He looked up as he hit the dirt road, looking down onto the bridge. He looked across the fog ridden bridge, the other end hidden in this deplorable fog covering the land for the undead to walk around with ease. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and started walking across the bridge, both of his hands out of his pockets and looking around to avoid ambush. He looked further down and swore, as a ground of people stood at the other edge of the bridge, eleven totals he counted. He swore out loud, knowing that he was too far on the bridge to turn back, and they seemed to have spotted him. He looked at them, one of them female at the back. He couldn’t tell if there were others behind her, and he figured he might as well take some out. Scanning them over, he could tell they were undead, which he was glad of, but heavily worn. Smiling to himself, he figured he could dispatch the first ten with ease.

“Gale!” He shouted quickly, swinging his hand in the familiar wave style slash. A wave of wind blasts towards them, traveling for them, but was quickly disbanded before even getting close.

“Ha! You need to study your opponent more. Wind is my element, and stands no chance against me. Get him boys!” The woman at the back spoke, catching him off guard. He shook his head and looked at the on comers, all 10 of them rushing him at once, crude weapons in their hands. A thought occurred to him, and he smile despite himself.

He pointed his hands at the first two rushing undead, his mind resonating with the word shift. The magic flooded him as he felt it take ahold, his grin growing to Cheshire proportions. He flicked his hand, and the two went flying off the bridge, closely followed by the others. He continued this, flicking the other remaining 8 off the bridge. He was about to advance on the final, when his breath caught in his throat. The woman was holding out her hand at him, with a grin.

“You should always keep on your feet” Her voice penetrated his ears, grating on his nerves a bit. He fell to his knees, his breathing coming in quick gasps. He pulled at his magic, taking quick breaths and places his hand to the ground.

“Gale” He shouted rapidly, pulling his hand upwards. A gale hit him square in the stomach, forcing him backwards from the ground. Wind rushed into his lungs as he landed painfully onto his back. He coughed a few times, letting the wind rush back into his lungs. He stood up, staring wearily at the woman staring back at him. She snarled at him, and shouted wind blade towards him. He jumped forward, as his jacket was ruffled some from the hit. The bridge swayed heavily as the wind blade hit the rope further back, which he was surprised that it didn’t break the entire bridge. He continued to dodge around the moves, making the fume with anger. If she had been alive, her face would have been red.

“So, you are a wind manipulator, so this should be fun” He stood up straight, his body covered in minor scrapes and cuts from just barely missed attacks. The ring on his hand glowed lightly as energy flowed through it, creating what would look like a pane of glass. He ran towards her, dodging the blades as best as he could, to avoid the shield being broken.

“Wind saw!” She shouted as he got close, which threw him off a bit. A buzzing sound filled his ears, as his coat spell flexed and cracked while he was pushed back. Her face flexed in rage at this turn of events, and went to prepare another blade. Taking his time, he jumped up, filling his hand to the brim with energy, leaving it plain in his hands.

“Heh, the sky is my element bastard! Wind saw!”

“Increase!” He shouted as the wind saw hit his shield, breaking it like glass. His gravity spell that he had just cast on him let Azaco faster to the ground, canceling out most of the push back from the saw. He landed behind her hard, the thick board taking the impact.

“Wind disrupt” He said to himself, turning with her and slamming his clawed hand into the dead woman’s sternum. She dropped in pain, her face contorted in pain. He stood, his hand smoking some while the woman stared at her

“How did you hurt me with my own element!?” She shouted at him, her body convulsing against her.

“You are one with wind, and disrupt creates the negative version of the element I declared, this time being wind. And I just hit you just above a major point of energy for you. There is no way to are going to be able to move after this.” He said, placing his hands back in his pockets, staring down at her.

“You won’t get away with this you bastard, my horde will be here shortly to rip you to shreds. And they will bring me back to life, to dance on your dead corpse as it serves my army! I am Qondile, Goddess of the wind!!” She shouted, trying to kick at his legs, but her body laying limp like a rag doll. He sighed, and pulled out his left hand.

“You will cause me grief if I leave you like… hm?” He looked down at her, noting a bracelet of sorts. Taking it off her, despite her rants of anger, he inspected it. Sighing, he slide it on his free arm planning to deal with it later.

“And as for you” He picked her up, tossing her upwards. His hand turning to diamond, he built up his energy as he watched her fall.

“Synapse destruct!” He shouted, slamming his fist into her gut. He watched placidly as she shattered into dust, floating on a stiff breeze. He sighed and continued to walk across the bridge, sliding his hands into his pockets once again.

[The Magnan]

Magnafire stood at the craters edge. The debris lay strewn on all sides, bits of wood, and metal that he assumed belonged to the farm that had once existed here. The soil beneath him had been upturned and scattered, the crater itself was incredibly wide and rocky. The rocks seemed unnatural, and otherworldly. Even more surprising was the unusual glass and possibly even crystalline spikes that rose up around the centre of the crater, the glassy surface reflected in blazing heat of the sun, and even for Magnan who had disciplined himself in controlling heat, couldn’t help but feel sweat trickle down his cheek. After checking the area in the middle was clear, he slid down, using both the heels of his boots, and metallic gauntlets to avoid him falling forward, they cut through the rocky surface with ease. It was until the Magnan reached the bottom, could comprehend the sheer vastness of the crater. At the very centre around the spikes arose a being, almost completely transparent, but intricately forged, and apparently sentient as features took shape.
‘I’m a sword, and I can’t explain this.... being,’ whispered the Blade Edge in Magnafire’s head.

Lila Flay, had once been ordinary in appearance, but now her features looked tortured. Hair was blowing carelessly across her face, or what remained of it. It was almost as if she had been dragged into hell, and thrown straight back out. She cocked her head as the man approached her. She reached out and gave cracked smile, “Welcome dear soul,” the eerie sound of death froze Magnafire. He had a stern grip on his sword, Blade Edge. Her transparent eyes greeted him with contempt. On ground around her, glass maybe even crystalline shards rose up, many uneven, resembling shattered glass. She blasted them in Magnafire’s direction.

For a second he stood in awe of her power, and as he himself became engulfed in flames, he muttered, “Nice to meet to meet you too.” The fire dragon rose up, and flew towards the shards, and as they disappeared into a firestorm, and became ash, Magnafire’s smiled beneath his helm. The girl known as Lila took on her glass form, as the dragon wrapped its body around her and caked her in heat. Melting heat, her shrills penetrated the air, and the following explosion ripped open the landscape and crater they occupied. This did not stun the Magnan. No it was that she was practically unharmed. She took a few nervy steps forward that forced Magnafire to draw his sword. He would cut her up if he had too. Around her the glass that spread like a virus rose up and took the shape of Magnafire’s very own Blade Edge. Her voice cascaded around him, “I never finished my greeting, welcome dear soul to the Killzone!” she charged wildly towards him, and Magnafire adjusted his stance, so that as she collided he could push her back, and it worked. As both blades met Magnafire used his strength, force her back slightly.

Magnafire gleefully shot forward, striking her arm, and allowing it to fall harmlessly to the ground, along with the sword that returned to glass beneath their feet. She seemed to yawn as her arm reformed. Magnafire growled angrily, and struck again, and again, until her power pushed him to the ground. He hadn’t aimed to kill her this way, but cracks had been created, and as she loomed over him like a vulture, ready devour a corpse, the fire dragon shot out of Magnafire and fed its way into her cracks. Magnafire felt drained by this, and forced himself to remain conscious.
Lila felt her whole body expand, with light and fire pouring through the gaps, she let out one last scream, before she exploded into pieces. Glass rained down on an exhausted Magnafire as he sat up. He crawled towards where she had stood. A glass bracelet had formed out of her. Feeling slightly reluctant Magnafire picked it up and slid on his arm. He placed his sword in its sheath as he got back up. The bracelet glowed on wrist, although he seemed oblivious. He just stood staring on the spot. The women had clearly been normal, and something or someone had seized her and used her. For Magnafire would strike this person down. He set off, climbing the crater, the bracelet acted like Blade Edge, seemingly whispering directions to a fort. Salvation or death, he would march forth into a deadworld.

[Awean8]

How did I get into this situation? Like really?

This was like the nightmares that Wade used to have after watching the Evil Dead. This however was no dream, and it was a important to his own survival that he makes it to the the Black Fort in order to obtain the Golden Fleece. Yeah, just another quest in the day in the life of Wade Brandeau.

"First, I have to get the bracelet", he had said staring down at the legless zombie that was footed near the water. "If he didn't want to eat me I probably would feel bad for him"

Almost immediately after taking him lightly the undead marauder summoned forth his liquid soldiers. The sea begun to rise above Wade's heels, eventually meeting him at his knees. The watery servants manifested themselves and moved in a dance like motion already sporting archaic weapons made from ice. There must have been thousands of them.

"Dammit!"

Instinctively, he took out his guitar from off his back and began to strum. Fingering a F# he hit the strings sending a shock wave of compressed sound waves through the crowd. Several of the soldiers had exploded instantly while others in the area of attack had simply been torn to bits. It wasn't enough for twice as many soldiers replaced the ones who were destroyed. Wade sprinted strumming different chords in order to make a path to their legless leader. It was all in vain.

As Wade ran, he soon found that his foot became stuck in the water which had turned itself to ice. No matter how hard he tried it would not budge, and soldiers began to grow closer surrounding him. Quickly, he grabbed his game boy from his back pocket. Yes, I know it's strange. After mashing buttons for a good thirty seconds a lightning bolt shot out from the portable gaming device accompanied by the cute voice of a familiar yellow rodent. The bolt traveled from soldier to the next killing off many more than his guitar had did. The electricity had traveled through the highly conductible water and had shocked Wade a bit. He grated his teeth, and pressed on. Again, I know it's strange.

Just as he came close to the legless non-walking corpse once again the water at Wade's feet began to shift only this time it began to bubble and boil. His legs began to burn, as if the skin were melting off the bone. Wade felt like he was trapped on the wrong side of a ramen cup. It was hard to move even an inch, which was all he really needed. He dropped his guitar in the water which floated a top the bubbles, and he made a jump for it. Mid air he mashed buttons and concentrated causing a golden lightning bolt to surge into his right fist.

"Thunder Punch!"

The legless man disintegrated on contact with the mighty electrical punch, causing the remaining soldiers to dissipate and the water to recede back into the sea. "Did I just fuse two of my moves together? Yes. I think I did"

Pulling his burned legs over to grab both the golden bracelet and his now water logged guitar he sat down on dry earth to rest. "Well, that was a doozy. I'll wait a bit before moving on. My legs feel like noodles."

[Jacogos]

Kaizan watched as the man he knew only as ‘Angel’ stepped off of his boat and onto the beach. Kaizan’s ebon wings were folded back behind him for appearance’s sake, his right hand caressing the hilt of Purifier as he studied his opponent. This man is certainly not the most attractive thing, is he? Kaizan thought with a small smirk. However, Kaizan knew better than to judge based on appearance, and knew instinctively that this man was supposed to be powerful, being one of the great generals of these undead armies. Kaizan was in for a challenge, and he knew that.

Without preamble, Angel stretched out his arm in a manner than told Kaizan something was about to happen. Without a doubt, the Avian suddenly felt that the world was pulling on him, dragging him down. Kaizan grimaced. He controlled gravity? Perfect. He just HAD to pick the one that would be his greatest challenge first… He wasn’t about to waste Purifier’s race choice, so Kaizan drew out Carrion and began to draw air currents around him, preparing his Wind Burst technique. Of course, that was assuming he’d need it.

Angel made his second move before him, though, hands outstretched to work his power. Sand condensed, forming rock, and this rock changed form and turned into a shell around Angel. The man became a golem in all but name, even forming a sword out of the rock, crude and blocky as it was. Kaizan smirked and cast Wind Ball, sending a condensed blob of air at the man as Kaizan moved, spreading his wings and attempting to fly. It took much more effort than it should have, even requiring Kaizan to manipulate some air currents to better catch his wings, but he managed to get airborne.

Angel had taken the ball full force and brushed it aside, now pulling another rock from the ground and hurling it at Kaizan in rebuttal. Kaizan managed to dodge it, again with much more effort than necessary. He decided that he was going to need to end this thing quickly and efficiently. He wasn’t sure how much more he’d have to go through before this was over, and he was just getting started. Kaizan prepared Cutting Wind and dodged another hurled rock, then another. Angel was slowly moving toward Kaizan as he hurled the rocks, intending to pull the bird man to the ground with more gravity magic when he was close enough. A morbid grin was plastered to the general’s face before Kaizan unleashed Cutting Wind.

The magic sent out a furious wind that literally cut at Angel. His rock armor seemed to weather the onslaught, however, and Angel was unaffected. He was under Kaizan now, and reached out at him with an open hand. “Come here, boy…” The man rasped as he made a pulling motion at Kaizan with his outstretched hand. Kaizan suddenly felt a huge amount of force pull down on him, as if his wings suddenly were made of lead. He plummeted, and Angel held his sword up, intent on skewering the man. Kaizan angled his wings, however and caught the wind, which made his decent turn askew and drop him to the sand a few feet from the rock-covered general.

Angel, growling raspily from this escape, turned to Kaizan and slowly advanced toward the fallen man. His armor slowed him considerably, making the undead take steps that shook even the soft sandy ground. Kaizan crouched, wings drooping as if defeated. He saw the man’s shadow fall over him, sword raised to finish Kaizan off. At that moment, Kaizan put in a burst of energy, rising against the massive amount of gravity fighting against him and driving Carrion through the rock armor. The enchanted rapier pierced the man like a hot iron rod through ice, slowly at first, then hitting the soft vulnerable center and pushing out the other side. Angel grunted, his sword dropping to the ground beside him. Kaizan then loosed his Wind burst, blowing the General across the sand to land in the water beside his boat. Angel’s rock armor seemed to melt off of him, turning to mud in the water and flowing away as the undead started to rot from the point the rapier had pierced his chest.

Slowly, Angel’s body decomposed from the center outward, becoming nothing but bones settling into the mud of the surf. Kaizan stood, relieved of his excess gravitational pull. He moved toward the general and took his travel bracelet, the entire reason he had had to face this man. He looked out across the sea, where the general’s army was retreating. Now, he knew where the Black Fort was. Now he knew where to find the Golden Fleece.

Kaizan smirked to himself as he donned the bracelet, looking off to the west. He could even travel on this cool wind to his destination… He prayed it wouldn’t let up on the way. Kaizan sheathed his rapier and leaped into the air, catching the wing with a shake of his head, aiming toward his prize, his destination, his destiny.

And nothing was about to stop him.

[Mat]

Decimus walked through the rows of gravestones deeper into the graveyard. The darkness of the night almost seemed amplified here, and Decimus could feel an unnatural aura emitting from deeper inside the grave site. But it didn't phase him, he felt comfortable in the darkness. He continued to make his way easily through the maze of tombstones and ditches, eventually catching sight of the silhouette of a small man up ahead. The figure was facing his direction and seemed to just be standing there, waiting. Decimus drew his sword and continued to walk towards the man, taking note of an open chest lying at his feet.

"STOP." Decimus halted as the hunched over man in front of him raised his hand. His voice was unnaturally loud, and Decimus knew that this was the person he had come for. " You should not have come to my domain, fool. This place is for the dead, and I will not suffer you're intrusion!" With that the man raised his cane and pointed it at Decimus. Faint whispers began to buzz around Decimus, and he looked around in time to see three translucent figures floating towards him. Decimus turned to face the oncoming ghosts as they closed in on him. Within a few feet of him they shifted and became solid, raising their weapons and forming a ring around him.

"These are the ghosts of warriors like you, foolish knight. Dante, Seril, Holt, all heroes who thought they could stop me. But you can't stop death..." The necromancer laughed and waved one of his hands. With that signal, the ghosts lunged at him. Decimus moved towards Dante, trying to eliminate one before the others closed in on him. The ghost of Dante wielded a huge greatsword which he swung downwards at Decimus with inhuman speed. Decimus moved to the left quickly, barely dodging the strike. He raised his sword and slashed through Dante's chest, cutting right through him. Dante's form rippled and he became translucent again, retreating back a few feet while his shadowy figure remended itself.

Decimus turned around just in time to raise his shield and block an on coming blow from Holt's two-handed axe. Decimus braced himself, but he did not expect the impact that was delivered against he shield, and was knocked back, almost falling to the ground. Before he could regain his balance, Seril was upon him, her two swords raining blows down on his shield. Decimus staggered back under the onslaught of the ghosts' unholy strength and the necromancer laughed again. "HA! What sort of ignorant fool are you to assume you can defeat me. The strength of the damned is far greater than your own!" After he said this, Decimus grunted and pushed back against Seril, his shield knocking her back. He pressed on with his momentum, slashing at her with the blades on the edge of his shield. He cut through her torso and sent her back to her etheral form. She retreated from the battle as well, leaving him and the ghost of Holt standing face to face. Holt swung his axe down, and Decimus knew better than to try and block it. He moved to the right, punching foward with his bladed shield as Holt's axe hit the ground, severing his arms.

Before he had time to move on to the necromancer, however, he heard a faint whispering noise and he turned around to see Dante shift back into his solid form, fully healed. Soon after followed Seril, walking up beside him. Decimus tightned this grip on his sword and looked past them towards the necromancer. If he couldn't kill the spirits, he would have to kill the summoner. The ghosts advanced towards him, their emotionless eyes never shifting their gaze away from him. Decimus charged foward at Dante, swinging at his head. As he expected, Dante blocked the strike, but left himself open, allowing Decimus to cut through him with his shield. He quikcly spun around and blocked Seril's oncoming strike. The blow sent him back, but he quickly went back at her, launching a series of blows that she wasn't able to match, eventually defeating her too.

Without waiting, Decimus turned and charged towards the necromancer. He could feel a build up of energy around the necromancer, and was ready when the dark blast of power came hurtling at him. He braced himself, and mangaed to remain on his feet. As the wave of darkness passed by him, it wakened the shadows within Decimus. They began whispering to him, asking him to let them in. He didn't need them to win this fight though, and he pushed them out of his thoughts. Decimus started moving again, closing the gap between himself and the necromancer. The necromancer's expression changed to one of panic as Decimus plowed into him with his shield, sending him to the ground.

The man groaned on the floor and Decimus noticed that he wasn't wearing the bracers he was sent to find. Decimus sheathed his sword and bent down, grabbing the necromancer with his right hand and picking him up by the throat. He lifted him in the air and tightened his grasp. "You're not wearing the bracers. Where are they?"

The necromancer gasped for air and weakly replied, "They're... in the chest." Decimus turned his head towards the open chest lying a few feet away. He looked back at Elliot and activated his burning grasp. He tightned his grip even more as the necromancer began to yell while the fire burned away at his sickly flesh. After a few moments, Decimus let go, dropping the necromancer in a heap onto the ground. He walked towards the open chest and looked inside. Within the chest were three skulls, and he assumed they belonged to Seril, Holt, and Dante. Alongisde them weas a pair of gold bracers. "You're free now," he said quietly as he picked up the bracers. He put them on under his gauntlets and set off towards his destination. Decimus smiled underneath his helmet as he walked through the graveyard, thinking about what kind of reception Elliot's spirit was likely recieving from his old minions.

[SQJ]

The Next Round

If you thought that was hard you don't know the meaning of hard.
The Generals have been defeated the their armies still stand.


Each of you press the button on your newly acquired bracelets and fall into a powerful teleportation spell.
The earth is pulled from under your feet.
The air pulled from your lungs. Everything you hold is a physical battle to keep when suddenly everything comes back. The earth returns to your feet in a sudden rush.

Great you've made it to the Black Fort. Unfortunately, each one of the bracelets takes each general to their well guarded homes.

The home of the generals:

There are eight teleportation stones, each leading to to a new point. Inside the Black Fort. There are six points leading to the side chambers leading in.

Guarding each stone is the inner armies of each general. the first of the his elite squads most being runners of power based workers willing and capable of aiding in the mobilisation of each army when the war was to come out.



Star Rating: Six Stars


Star Rating: Six Stars


Star Rating: Six Stars


Star Rating: Six Stars