Conall - New Sarradia Battle (8/25) (CoI)

[18:39] {NARRATION} Kaltiv and Stella may RP first.
[18:40] {NARRATION} The forces of Eidolon rally their undead hordes, and gather their armies. The forces of the frost kingdom Bhaldraithe, and the Demonic empire Gaiar Aetherius arrive in large amounts to offer their aid and support in tearing down the rapidly growing town of New Sarradia. The drums of war echo in the sky as they approached, only to be met by a surprisingly large force of mages to fight back. The Gehennan tribes Cruxati, Ezmara, and Atl come to the aid of New Sarradia, and the combined forces seem to ever so slightly outnumber that Eidolon and it's allies.

With tension felt heavily in the air on both sides, the battle between New Sarradia and Gaiar Aetheirus opens it's curtains.


(Kaltiv and Stella will RP first, then matchups will be posted.)
[18:44] Blue, thorned vines snake around the chieftain like serpents, as he settles to stand at the frontlines of the army of Gehenna. Arms crossed over his chest. He wondered if any magi here would entertain him today...
(Sibri)
[18:54] An army approaches.

The gathered forces of Eidolon and it's allies tread behind enemy lines, with but a single goal in mind: slaughter. Platoons consisting of her undead, Laureline's soldiers, Eiphraem's crafters, and Willow's spirits march forth. Despite each nation carrying their own flag, they march under a single banner...

"These savages..." When she speaks, those too close could the pain of her noxious breath. The very air that spills from her lungs forces any within her proximity to rot. "Must burn." Stella begins to tremble, though, not out of fear.

Golden orbs scan the battlefield, looking for Lucilius, hunting for her wrath. This small act yields no reward. "They house Mercy. They house the fools who listen to so-called Justice. They allow the bastions of order to live among them, and deem us monsters.

So let us show them.

The difference between man and monster."

A single finger points at the opposing army, scowling all the while.

"Your gods, your spirits? Do you pray to them? If so, I'd suggest you pray. It'd be a shame if the last thing your deities had to hear-- is your screams."
(Stella Cruor)
[18:58] {NARRATION} Kaltiv vs Stella
Sibri vs Eiphraem
Bryce vs Saenis
Pasis vs Zoldak
Mitra vs Alvi
Keaka vs Tanya
Laphicet vs Laureline
Mina vs Fool
Hikari vs Yoru
Abel vs Dacey
Shika vs Abel
Sigrun vs Servitore
Sonce vs Daganon
Jermal vs Willow

Cap of 1-3. Fighters decide. Dangerous.
[18:58] Dacey asks, "Abel?"
[18:59] The tan-skinned mixed flock of both young and seasoned fighters answered back to Kaltiv's war chant with euphoria.

"Bring down the star…!"

Magi and non magi alike stood shoulder to shoulder, armed to the teeth. Tepetla's economy model had effectively aided the military effort and even motivated civilians to stand among the ranks of New Sarradia.

As for the Sultan Alchemist's gaze, it'd trail from his men to the dryad next to him. Something was off. Tense. Even among the alliance. It'd be cleared off as the husky, higher tessitura of the Sarradian Leader projected itself towards the opposing side.

Kaltiv shrugged and laughed out loud, much alike scoffing. Jesting. Pure mockery.

"Ignorance is bliss for those who dodge the price."

A narrowed gaze was accompanied by an abrasive gust of wind that struck the battlefield from the Nusarradian's backs. It'd rush. Erode.

Dust particles rolled heavier and swirled through the air with an increasing feeling of urgency. Within a dozen seconds, it's intensity had become palpable.

A sandstorm.

The branded, golden arcanium staff shot up. It's half circumferential shape was a symbol in itself. Perhaps one of the temporary alliance. Like a rising sun halved by the horizon.

"Today we make them pay it with our own hands!"

Folds strained in shouting to good result, the troops shouted back in cheer.

It was starting.
(Kaltiv Tepetla)
[19:11] Hate radiated off the woman. Old and burning. Gehenna was the focus of the ire of the woman, despite the tattoo of an Atl Warchief being branded upon her shoulder. Soldier after soldier fell to her, each strike absolutely lethal, and taking place in the blink of an eye. She was old, too be certain, but her experience in combat was as ancient as she.

To underestimate her because of age was a death sentence.

A young Gehennan boy would unfortunately come into her path. False, arcanium eyes would gaze upon him, their mechanical focal points zooming to examine him. "Even children. You don't have to die here. Surrender, and abandon Gehenna. Or they'll abandon you, first."
(Mercuria)
[19:13] He cackles.

Sinister jagged teeth gnash into a smile. The warrior digs his staff into the body of another, causing it to explode into poisonious spores and plants. Warrior after warrior, soilder after soilder, they fell, they bled, and they became dust. Half-lidded eyes stare at the strewn bodies.

"Is of soooooooo boooooooooooring."

His teeth gnash. He turns, and sees a woman, with false eyes. Her words make him smile.

"Name is Conall Revels. Is of warrior of Cruxati. Is not abandoning of Gehenna.

Will be becoming of Conall's treasure. Is nice to be meeting."

His skin is bark and a fish flutters by his side.
(Conall Revels)
[19:18] Shit. A dryad.

Mercuria didn't even need to really think twice on this one. Daggers didn't work well against the force of nature that a Dryad could unleash. It was so -obnoxious-, because they never actually fought or did anything. Ugh.

She'd flicker, and vanish from sight, falling back towards Eidolon's line of combat. It seemed Conall had won the day through sheer annoyance.
(Mercuria)
[19:19] Vines dug under his skin, breaking and rupturing like veins. It crawls on the ground, it corrupts, Mandrakes rise and throw rocks at the Drakanite. A cruel cackling leaves Conall as he grows closer, a spell stealing her sight.

And she ran.

"Khiiiiii?

GET BACK HERE. ARE OF CONALL'S TREASURE!"

He gnashes his teeth, but she is fast. She escapes.
(Conall Revels)